The iPhone aka The iBone

Before I hit you up with Part 2 of my Adventures in Soho, a brief comedic interlude:

That up there ^ is my friend’s iPhone, last week after his dog had got hold of it. Ouch.
Cue much laughter, finger pointing and merriment at his expense.
The iPhone’s screen is strong. But it seems it isn’t that strong…

‘Dave’ is a bit upset about this (I’ve changed his name to save him further embarrassment)


Anyway – after snapping that pic I asked ‘Dave’ if I could blog it, “Sure..” he said, “…and I’ll update you too.”


“Yep. Get this…”

Turns out, after the aforementioned mauling, Dave tried to claim on his home contents insurance. Note: ‘Tried’.
He has since discovered that he can’t actually claim ‘accidental damage’ as the dog did it deliberately.

(clearly a Nokia fan then)

After that Dave tried to claim it on his business insurance. Still no dice. Thing is, this policy doesn’t cover ‘phones‘.
It covers PDAs. Dave is trying to claim the iPhone is a PDA –

“…which it is!” Dave tells me…

However, the insurance company have never had a claim for an iPhone before…
(they don’t even know how to spell it look)

…and what with it having the word ‘Phone’ in its name, Dave’s hitting another brick wall.

Double Ouch.

Insurance companies can be tough little beggars at the best of times (trust me – I know) but are they in the right in this instance?

Is the iPhone a PDA? Or is it a Phone?

‘Dave’ sold his dog over the weekend.. and I am really, REALLY not kidding.
He was that upset.

So much for man’s best friend…

When giving presentations…

…make sure you know what you’re talking about.

Whenever I’m asked to present and/or share a new idea with the team(s) at work I always get a flash of fear that, if I don’t go in prepared, the whole thing will turn out a little bit like this:

Shonkey cross-posted from Why Don’t Grownups Get It?

“Shonkey” c/o Man Stroke Woman

So far it has yet to happen… But it is a GREAT reference point.

Mud! Glorious Mud!


I’d like to think that eventually we’d all get used to to schlepping from one place to another in ankle deep sludge.. But oh no. You can’t really get used to it..
You can try and avoid it (it’s not worth the hassle, really), you can moan about it, (and just annoy everyone else in your group), you can even pretend it’s not there, (haha good luck).

Me? I just got on with it… I just faced up to the fact that no matter what.. ‘The Mud’ synonymous with Glastonbury and it just wouldn’t be the same without it.

However… There’s accepting The Mud.. Then there’s *embracing* The Mud.. Like these chaps..

Not gonna catch me doing that chum! Nosirree Bob!

Laura Draper’s Birthday!

Today is Laura Draper’s Birthday!


Because I haven’t sent her a card or anything.
Or even made an effort to go down to see her for her party…

I would like to dedicate this blog to the Lovely Laws.

So here is a message,
To my mate Laura D –
Have a Happy Birthday mate,
Lots of love from yours truly…


“BUT WHO IS LAWS!?” ..I hear you cry,

Click Laura D and you’ll see!