Did anybody see the episode of Dragon’s Den where the smiling rasta fella called “Levi Roots” (er.. Keith, actually) came on with his guitar to get money for his Reggae Reggae Sauce?

I find myself singing the song all the time now, albeit in the wrong key. Not only that, but I want to try this sauce and see what it’s like. I usually use Encona, and Tabasco, but I’d love that Jerk/Barbecue sauce he was advertising. After all, it’s so good he had to name it twice! Looking it up on google, I see he’s become quite a talking point amongst people mirroring my sentiment.

Damn you Keith and your infectious jingle!!

Yes, I’ve finally moved over to g-mail. As you know I’ve been experimenting with Hotmail Live for a while, it’s simply not good enough. Plus I get the uneasy feeling that my messages are going missing, because I have newsletters pouring in with jobs everyday except for the last two days, where all has gone quiet.

The new e-mail address couldn’t be simpler to remember; it’s linked to my blog. So you can now g-mail me at contact@nazmania.co.uk The sooner you drop me a line, the sooner you’ll be in my new, elite list of pals.

There will a short period of total mayhem while I switch over, not least because of the huge number of contacts and old mail that will need sorting out, plus the usual teething problems. My first priority is going to be switching all the job search engines over to my new address.

Sha came over yesterday, and while she had a nap my legendary cooking skills were put to work to whip up a spicy chicken korma (I’ve still got some leftovers!). Then we sat and watched a brilliant Bolton v Arsenal FA Cup 4th round game that went all the way to extra time. A real edge-of-the-seat nail-biter which Arsenal eventually won.

My inbox is strangely empty today, so I suspect this Hotmail Beta thingy has messed up again. It seems to delight in telling me that I have no new messages, in the tone of “You ain’t got none an’ you ain’t never gonna have none neither!!”

I thought of going to Halifax today to open an account because I foolishly believed that they were giving away £100 to any idiot like myself who opened an account. Of course the proviso was that I have to put in £1000 each month! Yeah, and why don’t I eliminate World Poverty while I’m at it?

Have to go get my eyesight tested, and look for replacement specs. I’ve had mine for oh 3 years I guess, and the frame finally gave way. So now I’m walking around with a benevolent smile and a short-sighted squint that marks me down instantly as an oaf.

I have developed this irresistably cute (I think) habit of hurling abuse at anyone on the telly that incurs my wrath. This means everybody. Any half-baked “celebrity” is immediately fair game. And then these dumb reality shows where people say “I didn’t expect to do very well anyway” which shows what thickos they are, and quiz shows where people say the capital of an East European country is Belgium, and makeovers where people for some arcane reason don’t just whip around and slap the silly and obnoxious “expert”.

AAAARRRGHHHH!

It makes my blood boil it does!

A job title on offer is “Ocean Import Clerk”. I wonder how much of the ocean you’d have to have imported before you qualify as one??

Should I or shouldn’t I?

I shan’t!

(This is what “In the Business” is called a teaser)

Oh, and today’s quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson is something I’ve noticed myself.

“The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.”

Later:- Some people didn’t get the quote, so I’ll elaborate. The man R.W. Emerson is talking about is, atleast figuratively, a guest in their house. The more he called himself “honest”, the more they checked whether he had nicked their (silver) spoons by counting them. This means that the more a man person claims to be honest, the more wary of that person you should be. Shakespeare has a similar “The lady doth protest too much, methinks” where Queen Gertrude (Hamlet) repeats how much she loves the King.

Yes, I’ve got the book. Now I shall proceed to read it. Like all American books, it’s not content with explaining a phenomenon. No, it has to go one step further and tell you how “you can harness the power of this phenomenon for yourselves to start trends”. Otherwise what’s the point of reading a book, eh? Surely not for knowledge itself!
Went to Leeds with Ioannis yesterday to pick up Panos. All we saw of Leeds was the so-called “Loop Road” which was quite helpful, if we’d known of its existence beforehand. Managed to find the coach station quite easily though.

Much later:- Okay, finished reading it. An absorbing book, it took a while to catch on but then went pretty well. Certain things about it are very interesting and worth knowing, but it could have been better written. 

1) I signed up for Hotmail’s new Beta LiveMail account. It’s not really good, lacks loads of functionality I’d expect. And my inbox was empty today, which I naturally put down to some F-up on their part. So I chose to revert back to Hotmail, upon which they FORCED me to answer a survey about LiveMail! So I gave them wrong, contradictory and confusing answers that are going to be of no use to the idiots. 

Hotmail, don’t you fuckers know the first thing about surveys???

2) I watched ‘Mystic River’ yesterday. So obviously the song ‘Mystic Rhythms’ by Rush was going through my head all through the movie. In order to make a good whodunit and keep us guessing, Clint Eastwood the director had to come up with a really implausible killer in the end.

Apparently, natural oils in shampoos and lotions like tea tree or lavender oil have caused the growth of breasts on three young boys. Unfortunately there are no piccies. But I wonder how this “research” came about being. The boys were aged 4, 7 and 10. I’m guessing boys from one family were brought to a doctor after repeated use of a product made them “popular with the other boys”. I’m visualising a scene from Family Guy where the son grows breasts and suddenly all the cool guys want to hang out with him!

And a study due to be released in the U.S has found that lighter skin equates to bigger pay packets. The researcher divided skin tones into 11 shades ranging from darkest to lightest, and found that skin lighter by one part on this scale was equivalent in earnings to an extra year in education.

So stop studying and get your self lighter skin!! (In colourist America, of course)