If somehow you’ve not seen this photo of Tiger Woods (which, of all outlets, was published by The Daily Mail) you should. Wonderful for a myriad of reasons. Not least of which is the tit with the cigar.
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That’s not annoying. It just means I’m hardcore.
I’d kill myself if I ever thought this was going to turn into a blog full of cat pictures. But Katamari’s such a tool I feel compelled to share his toolishness.
I was playing Mass Effect 2 on PS3 the other night and this happened. Some sort of phychotropic drug side quest, perhaps?
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One of the best things about having kids is the way they make you look at the world completely differently. A big puddle. To me that means three things – health & safety hazard, dirty trousers and potentially wet feet. To No.1 it’s a ready made adventure.
I also love the way this picture delivers an obvious metaphor. She literally is the only bundle of life and colour in this picture. Wonderful.
Some more snow in London this morning. Outrageous that this country can’t cope with a handful of tiny white flakes.
It’s 21:16. Just sat down having spent five or so hours laying rest to Christmas 2010. Cut up the Christmas tree, broke a hacksaw, pulled a muscle in my arm, got grumpy. It was a wonderful two weeks, though, mainly for the chance to spend lots of time with my amazing daughter. As a working parent I’m conditioned to feel guilty. Guilty for not “being there” 24/7, guilty for palming her off onto childcare for nine hours every day (at absurd expense). To spend a good chunk of time with her over what, for her, is a magical period is genuinely wonderful. Makes the stress, extravagance and expense of Christmas totally worth it. And it brings a tear to my eye when I think that it’ll be another 12 months until I get two weeks with her again. Modern life ain’t really set up for working parents.
ben parfitt 