The Hitchhiker's Guide to Joe

A regular(ish) blog covering the goings on in the life of Joseph Turner (that's me).

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Cycling back from Tesco, music in, mouth open, noise vaguely resembling a song coming out, I’d just got over the railway bridge when suddenly …
Kkkkkkeeeeerrrrr.
RIP.
Smack,
Splat.
… the bag on my handle bars got a whole lot lighter as the bottle of milk I just bought made a bid for freedom. Unfortunately for it (and me), after cutting open the bottom of my Tesco bag it only made it as far as the road before giving up the ghost and exploding. Opting to be kind I gave it a hero’s burial (in a nearby bin rather than on the asphalt) and walked the rest of my shopping home so it didn’t get the same chance to escape.
Dratted thin Tesco bags!

Cycling back from Tesco, music in, mouth open, noise vaguely resembling a song coming out, I’d just got over the railway bridge when suddenly …

Kkkkkkeeeeerrrrr.

RIP.

Smack,

Splat.

… the bag on my handle bars got a whole lot lighter as the bottle of milk I just bought made a bid for freedom. Unfortunately for it (and me), after cutting open the bottom of my Tesco bag it only made it as far as the road before giving up the ghost and exploding. Opting to be kind I gave it a hero’s burial (in a nearby bin rather than on the asphalt) and walked the rest of my shopping home so it didn’t get the same chance to escape.

Dratted thin Tesco bags!

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A week as Joe

Saturday:
Accidentally shave bit of my chin off. Now have large square "spot" for the rest of week.
Sunday:
Get lost walking from the bus stop to church. Turned left instead of right ...
Monday:
Reach lecture, realise I've no means of taking notes.
Tuesday:
Get quoted (out of context) as saying "I really want to strip ..." I promise you there was a good reason for me saying that ¬¬
Wednesday:
Forget what one of my friends has told me ... approximately ten seconds after they told me it.
Thursday:
Arrive at last lecture of the week; still no paper and pen.
Friday:
Post about essay troubles on Facebook and instantly get called out on my bad grammar. This bodes well.
So not a bad week as they go!

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The view from my desk chair vs. the view from my webcam.

For all those who skype me I’m sorry, all you get is the no-posters-poster.

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