Sunday, January 01, 2006

Fat fingers and other body parts

Keying in the URL of this blog from a strange computer, my finger slipped, and I found myself asked if I wanted to find an "ebony lover". If you're interested, what I keyed was

How the hell did that happen? I don't get it. Once again, it feels like technology is running away with me. I think I'm the only person I know whose phone can't take photos, play music or cure cancer.


Robert A. Swipe said...


I found an old book of mine whilst I was cleaning out my late father's house over Christmas. It's one of those glossy Bloomsbury coffee table jobbies about Humphrey Bogart called "Take it and Like it..." The author? None other than Mr. Jonathan Coe esquire.

Isn't it funny how you can go off people just like that?

I trust you have seen January's issue of Uncut with a handsome quartet stood outside Salford Lad's Club on t'cover? Very good article on TQID inside. It's 20 years old already - God that's depressing...

"But still, I'd rather be famous than righteous or holy...anyday"

Love on ya,


Tim Footman said...

Thanks for that, Bob.

Seem to recall Mr Coe disowning his Bogart tome as a hack job. At least he's operating from the privileged perspective of having had something un-hackish published.

Go to Mr Swipe's site, btw. He has excellent taste in comely ladies.

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Tim Footman said...

I let this retarded spam bollocks through to illustrate a point; if you're going to send out retarded spam bollocks, try to ensure that's it's written in something approximating English, not in retarded-spam-bollocks-speak.

And also, try not to send your retarded spam bollocks to messages that were first posted several weeks ago, you drooling simpleton.

Even better, don't send retarded spam bollocks. OK?