A repository of my thoughts, opinions, ideas, useless bits of trivia, cool things I find on the internet and what ever else pops out of my head and onto my keyboard.
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In a previous post I told you about Spike Milligan's grave stone. Well, it turns out he isn't the only famous name to use his wit to pen his own epitaph. Here are some others:
That's All Folks! - Mel Blanc Do not walk on the grass - Peter Ustinov Quoth the Rave, 'Nevermore' - Edgar Alan Poe Don't cry for me - Eva Peron I told you, you damned fools - HG Wells
One member of a pair of twins is known as a TWIN. The pair together are known are TWINS. But what is the correct collective term for several pairs of twins? Remember the word TWINS can only apply a pair, i.e. two beings/items.
If you believe everything they say on TV, then the world we live in today is becoming increasingly dangerous. Suicide bombers hide around every corner and the only thing your likely to get for Christmas is an Ice Age.
Hopefully we will all live happy and peaceful lives, but just in case check out the UK and US governments advice on what to do when things do go wrong via the links below.
Or if you're stuck with one line of a song and are tired of just DE-DUM-DE-DUMing through the rest of the song, visit the site below and find out all the lyrics:
I recently bought a digital camera, the very capable and easy to use Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-P72.
The main reason for buying it was to record my trip to America later this year (more on this to come). To help justify the expense (a very reasonable £150 for a camera with 3.2 MegaPixels and a 3x optical zoom) I decided I should try do some creative projects with the camera.
I've always had a passing interest in architecture, so I decided to photograph some of my favourite places and the interesting buildings in and around Manchester. Below is a link to my online album of these photos, take a look and I hope you like them.
I keep looking, looking in a sea of faces. In a crowded room and along a quiet street. Searching by day, searching by night. Out of the corner of my eye and in the reflection of a windowpane. Ever vigilant and ever anticipant. Looking for the face of love.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.