Plugs, plugs everywhere... I'm at the Harrogate Majestic Hotel. It looks a bit majestic. But only from the outside. Inside, nothing at all works. The lifts are knackered, the phone in the room doesn't work, and a delegate at my course earlier today had a wasp baked into her fish pie. That sounds horrible, but consider this:
Wouldn't you rather have a wasp baked into your fish pie than a fish baked into your wasp pie? It's all a question of perspective.
Anyway, I promised my little brother a plug for his plog. (OK, blog.) He's not actually that little (about 6 foot 2) and is travelling in the States at the moment. You can follow his adventures at www.jacknunn.blogspot.com. I take no responsibility for the spelling or grammar. You might want to use this opportunity to remind him that I'm better than him.
If you're reading this Jack - well done. That's "become literate" ticked off your list of things to achieve before you're 30.
2 comments:
So why did you promise him the plog plug? Nice title btw!
RSN
Thank's Laura...just wondering if you know that there are other types of compliments other than back-handed ones.....just wondering....
Jack (183cm and counting)
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