Dog bore, independent worker and piano-fiddler.
I initially heard this news story on the radio piece, during which two lads were interviewed on the subject. 'I know I should be insured,' said one, 'But it's just too expensive.' He went on, 'I'm not that bothered because I know I'm a good driver and not a risk.'
One thing all employers look for – my company included – is experience. You can't get a qualification for that and aside from being a prerequisite of almost any 'serious' job, it is an essential tool you'll call on every minute of your working life, far more than you will that lecture you think you possibly attended four years ago in the midst of a hazy hangover.
Something to hopefully cool you down this warm August evening (unless you're reading this in December, which is quite possible): Includes a nice dab of Omnisphere for any gear heads listening...
Clowns are inherently scary. An invention blatantly created to scare children into obeying their superiors, their painted white faces and faux smiles are truly disturbing. Throw a water-squirting flower and tricycle into the mix and you've got guaranteed pant-soiling material.
The 'new addition' to our family perhaps wasn't what my mother had hoped for, but on entering our newly dog-christened house, she instantly fell in love with the bundle of canine joy we had spent our hard earned on. Eddie, our new border terrier, has caused quite a stir. What has struck me most about … Continue reading So, we bought a dog.
