My hotel room last night either had a hairdryer or something from a book by @cstross@wandering.shop in it.
Greem (Graeme. Not Graham!)
Born in the UK at 327ppm.
Son, husband, dad, friend, IT person (no I cannot fix your printer)
Used to rock climb (and fall), scuba dive, walk and climb mountains. Now I run around after racing cars*
Terminally ill with S4 prostate cancer. The end is not nigh.
Grumpy Brit, sweary, cynical, lefty/Green, bereaved child, pharmaceutically #ACE, #BuckFrexit
Very likely to make jokes about poo.
* Motorsport marshal | #BMMC Member | #MotorsportUK Grade 3 (Post Chief)
These days it seems like any time my phone rings, it's either the person I'm awaiting a call from or:
1. Somebody in Kolkata pretending to be from O2.
2. A dead, flat, boring voice pretending to be from Indeed, wanting me to add them on WhatsApp.
3. A recorded message from "VISA Fraud Department", leading to another voice from India telling me that my life is at risk if I don't give them my card details.
They really don't like being told to "Get To Fuck, Scamming Bastards".
Well that was a complete mess.
In a few minutes it'll be 4 years since I was picking bits of F1 racing car out of a barrier.
I hope nobody has to today. Here's to a good, safe race everyone.
- Try it, you might like it.
- Go on, one more won't kill you.
I know, it's the morning, but it's still wine o'clock somewhere in the Empire!
(Not a nightmare at 34000 feet)
Ah, I'm still not getting it Ted.
Well, Dougal...
This morning looks a little different to usual...
Well, dammit. Zanardi finally copped it, after cheating the reaper twice.
One of the nicest people to walk the earth, and with such amazing drive. This is a sad day.