Wednesday

Washing Machines Last Longer With Glycon

The Sixteenth of April Two Thousand and Fourteen. Wednesday.

This writing a blog thing is a right lark. It's easier than doing proper writing. You just put down the first thing that comes in to your head and hope for the best. No wonder everybody's doing it.


Alan? Alan, is that you? What are you doing here?


I can't come up with something original every time, Alan. I've got a job and I have very few opportunities to write. Sometimes I have to just coast a bit.


I can't remember, but I've a feeling you're going to remind me.


Easy for you to say, Alan. You worship Calgon, the god of dishwashers.



Alan, I'm scared. I don't want to be a writer. I just want to be a nerk who goes round looking at trams and eating breakfasts.


Oh blimey, I've given Alan Moore dialogue spoken by Dungeon Master off of the Dungeons and Dragons cartoon. In fact, why am I wasting time writing this nonsense. I think I'll put the DVD on right now and watch that instead.


Sorry, Al. I missed that. I was making a crisp butty. I'll catch you later. I've just got to rattle off this blog and it's nearly taken me five minutes already. Oh well, I suppose you've got to put in the effort sometimes.

More soonliest.


1 comment:

  1. I remembered your blog, I have my year 2 PhD exam, Wrote 2500 words, and the limit was 1000, met my supervisor who depressingly isn't backing my excess words this year, and wants me to mention other things, and knock out 1500 words... Oh woe... down to 1400 and I'm struggling... now to look at the notes relating to what else I need to mention... I'm too old for this sh... as Sergeant Murtaugh would say..

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