The Home Office Consultancy Document on Identity Cards – link courtesy of NTK.
get your cats microchipped, folks – you know it makes sense
this is really quite scary ..
I think I might be starting to like Frank Zappa. Help me, someone.
I want a squeaky toy to keep on my desk.
went to collect the Moose at lunchtime; he now has a beautiful new back bumper, instead of the slightly crumpled one from when he tried to seduce an innocent Alfa 156. And into Autotrader he will go in the next couple of days.
while out, we popped into Marcruss, a hugely disreputable (and thus attractive :) store, specialising in army surplus gear, camping equipment, and outdoor clothing. Each sold on different floors, and you can’t carry stuff from one floor to another – it must all be paid for at each floor. We discovered today that old man Marcruss – a canny chap, by all accounts – leases one floor to each of his three sons, so they all run as independent businesses.
why were we there? To buy some walking boots. We have walking boots, of course. Pete’s are ancient, and slightly manky since he wore them when he was digging the fishpond. Mine were fairly new, bought specially for our trip to Oban and the Lake District in December 2002. They were great; I wore them, I walked. What more could one ask from walking boots?
they never left the Moose except to go on our feet, those boots. We took them North, we brought them home on 2 Jan 2003. And we put them somewhere.
can we find them? Of course not. But they will turn up in the next couple of days, you mark my words, as we have just spent £150 on two new pairs.
from marypcb comes the Personality Test
I’ve been waiting to see these – the questions asked in the MORI poll about ID cards.
the questions look surprisingly reasonable – sadly, the answers don’t. I wish I understood why so many people are in favour of this.
oh, of course – “it’ll make it easier to join a video shop”. I despair.
I’m really quite taken by this story about Shrek the woolly sheep, perhaps in part because of my username.
time for a new GIP!
oh, the shame …
a nice woman from the VAT office came to inspect us this morning. She spent more time disussing cats than checking papers, but imagine my embarrassment when the Midwich Kittens trotted in with the remains of a bird, and deposited it near her feet.
input or output tax, do you think?
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