Ed the Editor's personal blog corner
I understand that it must be quite disturbing to be reading a blog written by a man likened to a woman - a felonous woman with a tag round her ankle, at that. But relax, it isn't all bad. Let me explain a past episode in my life, and then you will understand that my ludicrous statement isn't so daft!
As a kid I went in for an egg and spoon race. I just knew I was going to win that prize. I was so cock because I could pick up the egg with the spoon and run without tripping, dropping it or stamping it into an omelette. Sort of a basic skill in that game, really.
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Ed the Editor's personal blog corner
Watching take-outs from game shows last night, I was laughing like a drain at the one where the answer was "Mattrass" and the guest had to guess the word by asking questions.
Would I enjoy using it? Yes
Would I use it in my work? Maybe!.
Ed the Editor's personal blog corner
Years ago I was rooming with a guy who spent a riotous one-night stand with a girl. It transpired that at the time of hanging from chandeliers, he was ignoring his commitment to a long-standing girlfriend, and she was forgetting she had a long-standing boyfriend at home. Yes, a typical sorry mess thanks to excessive boozing and partying.
Anyway, the next morning he is bragging about how great it all was, but the morning after that, he comes to me all ashen faced, asking if he can see the words to the signature track on the CD Diesel and Dust by Midnight Oil. Huh?.
Ed the Editor's personal blog corner
I was just explaining a dance called the Hakka, and ended curled up in hysterics when someone said, "They (the dancers) sound like cheerleaders."
Just to explain, the Hakka is a Maori war dance performed originally by ferocious warriors prior to going into battle. It involves lots of foot-stamping, glaring and chest thumping by men in skirts with bones through their nose. The ritual ends in a big leap into the air and a threat to take their opponents' heads off..
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