Monday, August 09, 2004
Aburrido
Keith Barret...
Here's a link to the bbc page...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbctwo/
Eh?
Good. I'm glad you'll be coming, who are you bringing? Does she like roasts? I will be busy beavering away decorating my pad. I'd also like you to bring me a nice duggout too, can't get them here....You can get well cool credit card pipes though, and I've just ordered one. While here I thought we could enjoy a nice dinner, check it out:
Brit Cuisine
My Nizzle...
A trip to

Monday Shizzle
By the way, did you remember your mate Trevor was getting married this weekend! Bad boy. You kids checked out the shots of Casa D'Andy? Imagine sitting on that balcony burning one down.....WELL IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN UNLESS YOU GET YOUR ASSES HERE!
Anyway, has anyone heard of Blinkx? it's allegedly better than google. I just got it today, seems cool.
Blinkx
Friday, August 06, 2004
Tip...
How long did you talk to Kluivert? Did you ask him for a picture... that would've been great evidence... you could post the picture of you with your arms around a large Dutch Soccer player and a co-worker who was beaten as a child with the ugly stick.
Close Call
Last night was a birthday for a lass here at work. It was also the leaving party for two others. A large group of us were out on the lash, having fun. As the night progressed my own eyesight, along with my colleges, began to deteriote and beer glasses were required. As I said, Uncle Andy has taken a vow of celibacy when it comes to the ladies at work for professional reasons. Nothing to do with the fact that 99% of them are absolute fookin' munters. Anyway, apparently this isn't a two way agreement and one little munter named Helen (ginger munter too!) made a play for me. Here's the skinny.
We decided to share a cab as she lives in Gosforth, on the way to mine, thus we can split the costs. On the way she asked where in Gosforth I lived. I said I didn'tt. I lived in Killingworth, but Gosforth is on the way and so I thought we could share a cab and then Id also know she got home safely. Apparently this gentlemanly gesture made her wetter than a flash flood. She told me not to go all the way back to Killy ... I could crash at hers. I told her it was alright, I didnt mind going home. She then ignored me and told the driver not to take me there. I was now attempting to let the driver know I didnt want anything to do with this munter through mens secret language .subtle changes in voice tone, a look in the rear view mirror, terror on my face. The bloke started laughing! He f-ing laughed at me when what I needed was some male camaraderie!
Anyway, we get to hers and shes still on about it. Im still insisting not. She gets out the cab (one of those big mini vans with a slidey door) and on her way past (to get out on MY side, when hers is fine!) I think, not sure here, she tried to plant one on me. I did something really cool like pretend not to notice and move me head away at the same time .you know, make her think it was just unfortunate circumstance or something. Close one that one!
Id just gotten over that one when she pulled a surprise manoeuvre. Picture the scene. Im in the left hand side of the back seat. Shed just climbed over me and out the door. Id turned my head left to look out the open door. She then pulled a move for which I have to give her credit. Shed read my head turn and turned it against me! I was vulnerable, looking out the door .she spun around and leaned in for goodnighter!!!!! I was caught open, naïve, defenceless .what could I do??? No simple head turn could protect me from this onslaught. I needed something drastic here I neednt have worried. Despite the alcohol, the balmy summer night air, and the fact my balls are fuller than Ed Hastie's wallet intuition kicked in. I did a bum shift!! I slide me arse right across that back seat to the other side of the fookin van!! Get in!! TAKE THAT BITCH!!
By now the driver realised I was in trouble and that was my bag of tricks empty. Despite his earlier failings he made up valiantly by putting it in reverse and getting that little shift backwards a car does when reverse engages ..it wasnt much, the van basically only shifted onto its back haunches but it was enough. She reeled backwards from that one like Tyson from a can of mace. I had one last heroic action I had to do. With no regard for my own personal safety I leant forward, putting myself to within just inches of her .and closed the door.
We were safe and off. The driver and I breathed a sigh of releif and he commended me on my choice to go home alone. this girl is rank ugly!
Today it's tense, she's not talking to me. Imagine how she'd have been if i'd ragged-bagged-and-shagged her and puked on her back!
Here endeth the lesson.
Your Boss....
Snobby Euro's!
Anyway, sorry about the constipation of late, i feel much better now i'm finally back to blogging. I've been running around the country lately. No excuse, i know, as it's only about the size of franklin County, but hey ... it's my little Britain and I love it.
Was out on the lash last night and who shold i bump into. Mr. P. Kluivert (Newcastle's newest dutch striker/doushbag). I kid you not. He was asking me where a club named 'iKON' was. He's obvioulsly new to area as iKON is more sh!t than that dirty Quarters place on the corner of Lane and High.
Hey E, remember that nice blonde i was giving it to before i left? She's coming over in Sept to see if my cock tastes any different on this side of the pond...get in! Are you gonna get your asses here for New years? I have my own pad, check it out.
Andy's Pad!
Thursday, August 05, 2004
More Pain:
I am up for a few tonight. time and place???
Urban dic...
Good stuff
That was a cool article Joe... I agree with just about everything the guy said... Team
Also, judging from Ed's lack of posting I can only assume that his boss is back in town and must now appear to be doing something other than gambling and recruiting stripers for his 'International Striper Society'. In fact he'll probably be contacting Andy da Brit to shorten the Gap between the Queen's troop of stripers... don't know where this is going...
Rock out!
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Proof of Concept...
DEFCON WiFi Shootout Winners Set A Land Record
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from the congratulations-all-'round dept.
bscience writes "While attending the DEFCON 12 convention this past weekend I had the chance to see the standing ovation a group of 19 year olds received for establishing a 55.1 mile unamplified WiFi connection!" A snippet from the Wired story linked there: "Mobile warriors having trouble making a wireless connection across the hall might want to give some Ohio teens a call. This weekend they were able to make a 55-mile Wi-Fi connection.
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Anyway I know what your probably thinking...
Joe: "WOW 55 miles is a hell of a long distance for a wireless network. "
Ed: "Erick is simply one bad mofo... I'm so greateful. He's improved the quality of our lives by posting this to the blogg... I'm gonna tell all of my friends the cool news."
Brad: "I bet I could do better... on second thought I'd rather drink some scotch."
Da Brit: "Sounds like an opportunity for me to sell off my internet access to all of Newcastle."
Traci: "You spelled Wi-fi wrong."
Tied up...
Huh?
a) Break the rabbit's neck and put it out of its misery
b) Capture the wounded creature, cook it, and pawn the meat off to your in-laws
c) Drive by the rabbit without looking twice, and head directly to Rick Flair's leisure lounge
d) Pull a Jason Yun, and tie the dead rabbit to the antenae of the Hummer that hit it