It really is refreshing to see. I am in no way suggesting that Enigin are entirely self-sufficient and don’t drive or fly, but I am suggesting that at least they are actively seeking out ways to improve their carbon-footprint. They can help you as well. All you need do is ask and one of their team will be happy to get back to you. Ask away, regardless of subject. They can help you save on your energy-bill, or give expert business advice.

Stand up if you don’t care about eating left-over pizza, about wearing matching socks or breaking wind in a public place. (I know there’ll be some women out there who put themselves in this category but sorry, this article is for blokes only.)

www.blokesonly.com is a place which provides shelter for blokes; shelter from wifely nagging, laundry arguments and heated discussions over bad reverse parking and whether or not to go and see a musical at the weekend even though said musical is quite clearly CRAP. It’s a great place! I’ve just been there and had a good butchers and I can’t believe I’ve only just found it–

Now, Bloke Gadgets seem to be a thorny issue somehow. I mean, it’s OK for women to boast about their cheap car insurance, bought from a women only insurance company, but it’s not OK for a bloke to boast about his man gadgets. But fear not blokes, guys, men, Blokesonly is going to put that smile back on your face. (The only thing is that there is no way they can bar the site from women, so who knows how long it’ll be before women start sneaking on there–in fact, come to think of it, they may already have!)

Now, I know there’ll be a percentage of men out there who are thinking: what makes a gadget so blokish? I was the same! But trust me, there are plenty of things on this site that no self respecting lady would go near with an eight inch stiletto heel (like mini-motos). And that’s why I love it. I don’t have to hide my bloke gadget loving persona anymore. I don’t need to pretend I love that Luxury designer bedding my girlfriend just bought! I can unleash it here full throttle!

In 1989, I heard a track called, ‘You Could Be Forgiven’ on The Chart Show. It was performed by a band called Horse and it absolutely blew me away. Fortunately, I had been recording the programme, so I had the song to keep. But the bad news was that I continued to play it so many times that it wore out the video tape.

After hunting around for the band’s music for over a year, I finally found their debut album, ‘The Same Sky’. It had been well worth the wait.

Horse (also the singer’s name) has got one of the most amazing voices I have ever heard. Words really cannot do it justice and the nearest comparisons which come to mind are Alison Moyet or Cleo Laine. The range and power in her vocals literally send a shiver down your spine. Her music cannot be categorised very easily; it has touches of many genres including Jazz, Pop, Blues and Rock. But, saying that, it is still none of these.

Every track on this album is an absolute corker and it flows, completely and effortlessly, from beginning to end. Five of the ten tracks were actually released as singles, but I doubt they got much airplay. I don’t know why it is, but Horse (band and singer) are rarely ever mentioned in the music scene. This is a complete mystery to me because their songs are so obviously brimming over with talent. I suppose it is all down to insufficient marketing.

After ‘The Same Sky’, the band released a second album, but then they decided to split. Since then, Horse (the singer) has gone on to record another six albums as a solo artist; all of which feature some truly beautiful songs. However, ‘The Same Sky’ is still her greatest achievement as a whole album.

It is incredibly frustrating that a singer of Horse’s calibre is still relatively unheard of. There is so much stuff around that is not a patch on her music and yet she is still very much confined to the background.

I need some collaboration on this one, I was talking to my sister the other day and she asked me to visit this site on Smartlipo. I believe she is actually considering getting this done. How do I approach the subject of saying that she really doesn’t need this and she should try a natural substitute of taking off weight first?

Hands up if you look forward to visiting your good friend the Doctor? Thought not. If you have got your hand up then count yourself as extremely lucky—because you have to be in a tiny minority; I’d rather visit the dentist myself for a prolonged bout of tooth pulling. Doctors can be rude and unsympathetic, can’t they just?

But what if the eponymous House M.D. were to be a real doctor? Would you go and visit him for his rude yet practical advice giving style? Some might, but some might not, according to this forum post.

Now, this forum post did two things for me: it made me first glad that fans of this popular show are still aware that House is, in fact, not real—look at the message-boards and you will see that he’s become so much more than a character to so many people—and secondly, it made me angry that all those rude doctors out there were being encouraged to act exactly like House! Here’s a newsflash to all you doctors out there: being rude may be fun on TV, but in real life, when you’ve got stomach ache or other such nasty ailments, it’s not fun at all!

Now, I can’t imagine anyone would say the same thing about other professions; would all you women with skirts want to hire a rude builder, just because he did a good job of wolf-whistling at women like the builder on TV?

Even as I write this, I feel sick knowing that doctor’s out there are actually practicing to be like House! I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they start putting signs up any time soon: come and see me, I’m just as rude as House M.D.!

One day when I was desperate to get some photos for my sixth form project—and had the incredibly inventive idea of taking photographs of the moon—I went to the hill at 3a.m. in the morning; it was a full moon, the night clear as crystal: the perfect time to create the finest photographs that any sixth former had ever seen (almost–)

After twenty minutes of this—getting cold to the point I could barely press the shutter button—I noticed a strange light up the hill; it looked like a flash-light had been attached to a balloon which had gone pop, squirming about in the air. That doesn’t look quite right, I thought, there are no balloons here–Not on this hill. I quickly grabbed my gear and darted into the undergrowth: the light was getting closer all the time–something–or someone–was on the hill with me, doing something which to me seemed nothing less than insane and demonic.

I crouched in the undergrowth for twenty five minutes as this person, or thing, ran around on the hill in front of me. That was when I dropped the camera and it made a crunch as it hit the floor. The light stopped moving. I held my breath. Then, very slowly, the beam ambled across the grass towards me. I hid with my hand over my mouth to dull my panic–still unable to see the unknown assailant.

The next time I opened my eyes the light was disappearing back up the hill, the man—if that was who it was—running at speed. I grabbed my stuff, packed it away, and set off back down the hill with sweat pouring down my back.

I’d like to say it was worth it but, alas, everyone seems to take pictures of the moon. If I’d have got a photo of the crazy thing, I might have stood a better chance.

Quick thing, I have just looked at the design for this hr software webpage and I feel I should say in my web trained opinion it is incredably eye-catching. I was having quite a strenuous time actually finding any facts and figures however, which made me wonder what is more critical, eye-appeal or usability? Why is it that some sites aren�t actually able to do both?

Yesterday began like most :

1. Get up.
2. Get up.
3. Actually get up.
4. Make some coffee.

Coffee made I felt like a new man, touched by a deity and prepared for the day ahead, trouble being I had no plans so my no fear, gung ho outlook was soon suppressed and quickly replaced by boredom. Luckily and to my great delight I remembered I had cleaning to do, (stifled applause).

First to be tackled was the kitchen, so it was on with the marigolds (not sure about marigold etiquette yet, do you wear the same pair for the bathroom too?) and out with the Mr Muscle, who on this occasion looked rather buff compared to me, deflating further my already sagging ego. Now I’m not sure what what I’d been cooking since I last cleaned the oven top but apparently I’d been melting wellies with human hair, letting it congeal into what looked like a bearded Jackie Stallone, you would need Thor’s hammer and Keith Richards blood to shift this stuff. Me being me I quickly abandoned any hope of completing said task as I’d long convinced myself I didn’t posses either the strength or tools to complete such a mammoth chore and therefore decided to sweep the floor instead, much more my scene.

After sweeping the floor with the grace of Darcey Bussell I moved into the bathroom, and onto the sink. Unfortunately it caused me great difficulty after a ’polishing knobs’ innuendo entered my juvenile conscience and rendered me paralytic with the giggles. As the toilet was surprisingly clean I begrudgingly decided to move onto the shower/bath, (if believe that last sentence then I’m also Ted Dansons brother, Ned, I live in a tree house where my only source of electricity is a giant wheel of horse bones powered by an eternally sprinting Steve Guttenberg). I had all the bases covered when it came to the shower, spray some gleaming bathroom product onto the surface, leave it ten minutes, use time to eat last nights pasta and rinse.

Checking my watch I realised it was almost one o clock, a good time to stop I thought, didn’t want to overdo it. However my foray into the world of the domestic did get me thinking about people that clean for a living. I can fully understand that some people do it out of necessity, a means to an end, a way to pay the constant barrage of incoming bills, but some people, actual human beings do this for fun. If i ever get the opportunity which I’m sure I will judging by my already rammed diary, I would like to meet these people one by one and just ask why?

And here is a nifty little gadget for the old and sad (like myself). It is a 64MB USB Stick. ‘That’s not so unusual’ I hear you say. Well, this one is because it actually fits into the back of a specially designed dummy tape. Now that is a cunning way to bring that 60s, 70s or 80s cool into this century and survive.

If you think about it, 64MB will store around an hour’s worth of music. And that is the same amount as you would have got on a C-60 music cassette. Whoever designed this gadget has a wonderful attention to detail and a good sense of humour because the dummy tape that holds the USB stick is a C-60. Hence, this gives you the maximum ability of ‘keeping it real’!

Why go out and just buy a bog standard pen drive when you can get something as stylish as this? Not only that, but you can also add your own song titles as well. The ‘cassette’ fits into an authentic looking case and it has the obligatory inlay card as well.

If you have any audio cassettes standing around on a shelf, then this could actually be a very secure way of storing private data as well. Should you have any personal documents that need to be kept in a safe place then this would be a very worthwhile option… Most modern intruders would not think of wasting their time looking through old music tapes, would they?

The ‘Mix Tape USB Stick’ is one of the most unusual gadgets that I have come across for quite some time. What a very clever idea it is!

Last thing before I go I really need to tell you all about the most astonishing art exhibit that I saw in Islington the other day, it was fundamentally a huge hall with loads of shutters in it. Very interesting!

Everyone who is planing for future retirement thinks, “how am I going to come up with money to retire?”. This is a common question or thought and is totally justified, because, let’s face it, without a retirement pension or some kind of nest egg to fall back on, people cannot survive. Period!

The problem with this thought is that people are always thinking about the traditional pension plan or 401K plan. What they do not realize is there is a much better plan out there. That plan is residual income and you can build it from the comfort of your home.

Residual income is income that you receive month after month, year after year for all the work you have already done. This means that if you stop working you will still get paid every month. How cool is that? So, how do you build a residual income? There are a few ways.

The most popular and effective way is by owning your own home based business. However, you can earn a residual income through writing, affiliate marketing, blogging and other sources. The key here is to work whichever method you choose consistently until you reach the residual income that will allow you to live comfortably. Or you can continue on to create millions. The choice is yours.
You may think that writing and blogging are only for the young teens who know how to work computers and write html, but you would be wrong. The truth is that there are thousands of websites out there looking for decent writers to build up content. And you can write on anything that you want, even something as simple as Murder She Wrote, because there is a market for it. Think about it, if someone were to read your blog about this show, and then clicked on a link to go to the website and buy the DVD, there is a business in that. And because of this the internet is becoming a very legitimate place to make money in a home based business and residual income.

Aaaahh! Until I saw this blog I had been lucky enough to have forgotten all about the legendary Hulk Hogan.

I am not sure why, but there is something about the guy that really bugs me! Is it his silly moustache and the ridiculous way that he always insists on tearing his pre-ripped day-glo vest? I am not sure but I do know that I am officially Hoganphobic!

What a silly role-model for children. There are going to be a lot of messed-up kids growing into adults who roar and wear yellow lycra leggings! Is this sort of thing actually legal???

In other news I need some reinforcement on this one, I was talking to my best friend the other weekend and she asked me to visit this site on vaser lipo. I can’t believe she is actually considering getting this done. How do I approach the subject of saying that she really doesn’t need this and she should try a healthier alternative of losing weight first?

The hours I have spent on my x-box. Uncountable. Total fun fun fun and sad as it may sound I’ve met (virtually of course) quite a few people who are totally cool and wicked. My favorite game (I am a little out of date for reasons not relevant to this writing piece) is Gears of War. The first one. playing live online has consume many a happy hour, ok, so I lie. I have spent many a happy night, the whole night through, yes, the whole night right through to the sun dawning, playing, engaging, fighting and scrapping on the dear beloved x-box. How is it that something so unreal can bring out so many emotions? I have laughed, cried, screamed, stressed, been bewildered and frustrated by the pixels on the screen, the voice of other players, the banter and humility as my chainsaw missed it’s target, as my rifle jammed and left me in the middle of an ambush with no back up from my comrads. It is truly a full body experience which I wholly recommend. I didn’t buy the subsequent version, Gears of War II, whatever it was called. My life had moved on. I no longer needed the escapism that Gears of War I gave me. That life is left behind. though I do look back and smile. I wonder what my virtual friends are doing, whether they miss my chainsaw action and wonder about where I have disappeared to. I doubt it. Life in the virtual world of online gaming is fast-paced, people come and go. But it served it’s purpose at the time and for that I am thankful.
Just before I go, lets talk work a little bit, I have just added the design on the email marketing software page, what do you all think about it? And before you say anything Nadine, yes we all know that you could have done it better…