Category Archives: Zombie shelter
It seems that Spam bots don’t take time off for Christmas. Come the Robot Uprising we won’t get time off either.
Our anti-spam software stats show that of 41,501 emails processed 41,025 were automatically deleted as Spam. It’s the 476 that weren’t that concern me. Presumably most were automated messages from server to person but someone out there actually got up on Crimbo Day and did something work related enough to email someone here.
I find that a little sad.
An earlier Metro tells a tale of global warming out of control. It seems that we are all doomed to toast to death as the planet heats up. Does this change the way that you plan on living your life? Are you going to switch off the lights when you leave a room? How about walking to work or catching the bus instead of driving? Do you plan on recycling more than you do now?
Do you even believe that global warming is a problem?
Somehow I convinced myself that today was Friday.
I was looking forward to the weekend and now I’ve got three more days of work. Three whole days.
My disappointment is almost tangible. It’s like the Star Wars prequels all over again.
2 cups plain flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1 cup shredded mild Cheddar cheese
10 oz. pureed blackberries
- Sift flour with baking powder, salt and brown sugar.
- Cut the butter and cheese into the dry ingredients until mixture is crumbly.
- Set aside 3/4 cup of the cheese crumbs and pat the remaining mixture into an 8 inch square baking pan.
- Spread blackberry puree evenly over the cheese mixture in the pan and sprinkle with remaining cheese crumbs.
- Bake at Gas Mark 6 in an oven for 25 minutes or until golden.
- Cool and cut into squares.
I’ve just finished downloading a whole set of albums from t’Internet. Included in these are a dozen of Billy Bragg’s albums from the late 80s and early 90s.
Now I’m sitting at home in my dressing gown surrounded by mortgage and insurance forms, I’ve packed the kids off to school, The Hildy is out at work and I’m listening to music from my teens when life just seemed to be so much simpler. I was a different person then and sometimes I find myself missing the old me. If I didn’t have such a wonderful life it might be more often.
When the zombies attack I’m taking my 80s music collection with me into my underground bunker and not a damn one of you can say anything to change my mind.
Some of you may be aware of my liking of rats as pets. If not let me summarise.
Rats are the greatest pets that a human being could ever ask for.
Wild rats are a slightly different matter though. They simply don’t have the same manners as a fancy rat. No sir, no manners at all. In fact the wild rat is a bit of a country bumpkin compared to the sophisticated metropolitan rat. However, what they lack in culture they more than make up for in size.
The rats of Fareham Train Station are some of the largest rodents that I have ever seen. They are bigger than The Giant Rat of Sumatra and are certainly the inspiration for James Herbert’s The Rats. I have been trying to obtain a photograph of these enormous beasts but they seem to have noticed my interest and are currently being quite elusive.
I’m afraid an artist’s impression will have to suffice.
If you see one of these rodents please do not approach them. They are very shy.