Lee Ho Fuks

There, that got your attention didn't it. I don't know if he does or not, but lets move on.

Now, myself and the lovely zuzula decided on takeaway last night. For it is the food of kings. We visited the delightful Lee Ho Fuks (i'm sure it isn't spelt that way, but by god it should be) and had a very nice little meal thank you very much. However, the point of this wibble (and i did say i'd wibble a fair bit), is that there's a great Warren Zevon song called 'Werewolves of London' which goes 'Saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand, crusing the streets of soho in the rain, he was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fuks, gonna order a big dish of beef chow mein'. I adore the song and Zevon's got a special place in zuzula's heart (mine too now!), so we just had to order from there. Sure, it more than likely aint the real place - it's not in Soho for a start - but dang i love coincidences....

Here's to the late, great Warren Zevon!

'Why must i be surrounded by fricking idiots?' Dr Evil, 1999

Hello. Monte Cristo 'ere.

I've avoided blogging for so long but, like many of you, i'm starting one to deal with the various frustrations of daily life. There may be some swearing, there could be some nudity, but on the whole they'll be justified (apart from the use of the word 'shittage', which i apologise in advance for).

Work has a funny way of changing a man. Indeed, when i started i was a woman. Wahey! Arsenal! (adjusts comic glasses). But it does have it's advantages. You see, i need never experience travelling into space. I'll never need to attend the NASA reunion parties. I'll never need to stand next to Neil Armstrong by the punchbowl and wink knowingly whilst discusing Capricorn One. For you see, i too have felt what it's like to talk into a vacuum. Every day i offer opinions, thoughts, feelings here at the workstead, only for them to seemingly disappear. Swallowed up by the ether. I never used to be this stressed. I also never used to talk to myself. But here we both are. Hello.