My regular readers will know that I have a number of personality flaws. While most of my flaws are rather economical and revolve around laziness, one of these self-admitted flaws is rather expensive to run. Just cannot help myself. I love anything Apple, Mac, Macbook, Macos, Snow Leopard or anything remotely connected to rumours about Steve Jobs’ Mercedes or the way he parks it at Cupertino. If Steve Baby decided to market iPotatoes or iFreshAir I reckon he would have me lining up with my credit card. So why am I so hooked? Because I really think my Macs appreciate me. The way Alex, my voice over assistant on my
There are just a few things I can’t do without. Items that have been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Perhaps they have formed part of my persona over the years. Or then again, maybe I’m getting old and am totally stuck in my ways. The first, top, number one and genuinely the thing I just can’t do without are Levi jeans. If I’m not wearing Levi’s I feel inadequate, unfashionable and to be quite honest, uncomfortable in the nether regions. As fashion trends come and go, or in my case been and went, I still go on a hunt for the waist and leg
A blog is probably not the proper forum in which one should open up and admit to one’s deepest secrets. Then again, I’ve never been good at rules. So I will share my deepest fetish secret with you. I cannot resist stupid T-shirts. My collection has grown over the years. Starting with your typical holiday variety of stock standard tourist issue and then moving into a free company donated walking advertising collection. From these humble beginnings, my fetish extended to concert memorabilia and then sporting events. It was at this point in my life that I knew I had an addiction that could require help to avoid my fetish becoming
I’ll share a secret with you. My blog posts are normally written in the morning. Shortly after my habitual breakfast of extremely good bread, orange juice, and two cups of even better coffee. When I am at my absolute best and brightest. Today however, everything got out of order somehow and I find myself writing this post at 9:30pm after two cans of beer, a shared bottle of very good Swiss red and now a bottle of Rosé just to freshen the palette. Luckily, I decided to write before the coffee and digestive. That would have been suicidal. So, the subject for the day has to be alcohol. Well, naturally.