I was in desperate need of new shoes. My previous ones had gaping holes. For some reason I bought proper shoes. I forgot what those things did you feet. If you think thios picture is bad I nearly put of a picture the blooded up plaster that was covering this hole in my flesh.

Irony of the day. A few days back I signed up to get paperless billing in an attempt to save a little of the paper I get sent for phone bills that just end ups in the bin. BT in there infinite wisdom decide to thank me for this. By writing to me.

Getting my taxi home from work is often a strange experience depending on the level of chattiness of the driver. Tonight did the usual how are you speil and asked how I was which is normal and not a problem. Then he asked me if I objected to the music. The radio was tuned to a station playing a bhangra song I didn't recognise. I said it was fine. He then became very appologetic stating he could change it or turn it down if I wished. I again attempted to reassure him it was fine. He then toild me it was one his favourite songs. He said nothing until nearly at the address and started to inform me that he remembered taking me home on occasions to a previous address before dropping me off home. I'm sure I've had odd taxi journeys before but this one taught me the following. You can't see the Driver number in a taxi is teh plastic folder it's displayed in is bent forward and it's dark. Obviously I have no photo of said taxi or driver so you have another board game photo to enjoy.

Amazingly I've managed to never to drone about my gaming hobby on this blog. I go and play games in York twice a month and play a variety of silly and sensible games. The game pictured is called Vill Paletti. It's basicly similar to jenga only far better and with far more tactical play based on the colours moved by the players. I also won this game for teh first time today which made me very happy.

Now I understand that the music industry is an industry. I'm aware that ultimately artists main intention is to make money. But...... £25 for a ticket to see Manic Street Preachers is an unforgivable extortion. For that price they better put on a decent show. I want explosions and personal organ gridning monkey for that price.