Or morboredom.
#1 Watching episodes of Live at The Apollo from 2007 and playing "Find Mark Speight".
#2 Counting the seconds it takes before my dentist stops caring (46 seconds) as compared to that of my sister (2 minutes, 57 seconds) for the same procedure.
#3 Trying to impersonate Don LaFontaine because there's a gold mine if you can get it right.
#4 Looking for old school chums in the obituaries. What's more scary? That I'm 20, or that they're THERE?
#5 Realising only just now that sending someone birthday greetings that expresses delight that they've "cleared the hurdle of a double decade since not everyone I know makes it" is probably in bad taste now that a) its true and b) this person will almost definitely know the deceased.
#6 Consulting with a friend on how much of a percentage mark-up I can get in arrogant market of "Teaching English as a Foreign Language" (despite the fact that I haven't enough grasp of Cantonese or Mandarin to order a prawn cracker) purely because I am a prawn cracker. However, considering that the Olympics are now over, I'd probably be making less than him for propaganda purposes.
#7 Rolling my new favourite phrase concerning council estates around my mouth: "Apartheid for the poor". This by itself, wouldn't be particularly ruthless and barely plagiarised from Irvine Welsh's Marabou Stork Nightmares. However, having mumbled it to myself out loud while reading with headphones on I noticed that the rest of the family were looking at me slack-jawed.
They were watching The Secret Millionaire.
#8
#1 Watching episodes of Live at The Apollo from 2007 and playing "Find Mark Speight".
#2 Counting the seconds it takes before my dentist stops caring (46 seconds) as compared to that of my sister (2 minutes, 57 seconds) for the same procedure.
#3 Trying to impersonate Don LaFontaine because there's a gold mine if you can get it right.
#4 Looking for old school chums in the obituaries. What's more scary? That I'm 20, or that they're THERE?
#5 Realising only just now that sending someone birthday greetings that expresses delight that they've "cleared the hurdle of a double decade since not everyone I know makes it" is probably in bad taste now that a) its true and b) this person will almost definitely know the deceased.
#6 Consulting with a friend on how much of a percentage mark-up I can get in arrogant market of "Teaching English as a Foreign Language" (despite the fact that I haven't enough grasp of Cantonese or Mandarin to order a prawn cracker) purely because I am a prawn cracker. However, considering that the Olympics are now over, I'd probably be making less than him for propaganda purposes.
#7 Rolling my new favourite phrase concerning council estates around my mouth: "Apartheid for the poor". This by itself, wouldn't be particularly ruthless and barely plagiarised from Irvine Welsh's Marabou Stork Nightmares. However, having mumbled it to myself out loud while reading with headphones on I noticed that the rest of the family were looking at me slack-jawed.
They were watching The Secret Millionaire.
#8
* Or not, as the case might turn out. Although Wiki does have very dedicated staff, and it wouldn't surprise me if they'd infiltrated the switch on itself.
