Toilet Humour
I'm feeling extremely proud of myself today, as I have managed to tick off one of the highest entries on my list of things I need to do before I died. That's right, I got home from work last night and learnt how to play the Super Mario Bros theme on the piano! Oh yes.
In passing, I caught a brief moment of Big Brother the other night and heard one of them saying that the bog is the best place to read. I heartily agree - there are many a great thing that can be achieved whilst on the crapper. For example, every time I go I get out my phone and play a minute or two of Tetris (sometimes staying on longer than I need if I'm on a particularly tough level), then quit, knowing that on my next visit the game will continue from the same place I left off. Well, last week I finally succumbed to insurmountable odds and 'died', 'failed' or whatever you call letting your blocks pile up too bloody high and had to resign myself to starting a new game. I'd reached level 11. By my reckoning, at one-and-a-half minutes a go it probably took me near half of a year to get to level 11. Half a year of quick little goes on the same save game that culminated last Wednesday in me finally being beaten and having to start over. That's 6 months hard work down the bog (literally).
I got a book for Christmas, Peter Kay's 'The Sound of Laughter' which I also have been reading a minute or two of when i go the bog (oh, you have to alternate toilet activities, you know) so obviously I haven't got that far through it. And so the Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13¾ is currently what I'm reading in that time. It's the perfect bog book - cut into little diary entries that take no more than a minute or so to read, and so you can sit down, pick a random page, read an entry, and then not have to worry about bookmarks and such! It's genius!
In passing, I caught a brief moment of Big Brother the other night and heard one of them saying that the bog is the best place to read. I heartily agree - there are many a great thing that can be achieved whilst on the crapper. For example, every time I go I get out my phone and play a minute or two of Tetris (sometimes staying on longer than I need if I'm on a particularly tough level), then quit, knowing that on my next visit the game will continue from the same place I left off. Well, last week I finally succumbed to insurmountable odds and 'died', 'failed' or whatever you call letting your blocks pile up too bloody high and had to resign myself to starting a new game. I'd reached level 11. By my reckoning, at one-and-a-half minutes a go it probably took me near half of a year to get to level 11. Half a year of quick little goes on the same save game that culminated last Wednesday in me finally being beaten and having to start over. That's 6 months hard work down the bog (literally).
I got a book for Christmas, Peter Kay's 'The Sound of Laughter' which I also have been reading a minute or two of when i go the bog (oh, you have to alternate toilet activities, you know) so obviously I haven't got that far through it. And so the Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13¾ is currently what I'm reading in that time. It's the perfect bog book - cut into little diary entries that take no more than a minute or so to read, and so you can sit down, pick a random page, read an entry, and then not have to worry about bookmarks and such! It's genius!
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