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>Don’t ask me (about Reorganisation)

>http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3013257&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1powerlinerflyers from wes johnson on Vimeo. Why does this remind me of every management reorganisation project I’ve ever ben involved with? Much fluttering around, temporary absences and then everyone ends back where there were, with the higher management levels power … Continue reading

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>My life is @*%#ed without you

> The nice lady on the kiddies’ program on the German equivalent of National Public Radio plays it and translates it as “Mein Leben ohne Dich ist nicht so schön – Life isn’t that nice without you “. This place … Continue reading

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>Phantom of the (not so comic) Opera

> This would be good for a slapstick comedy if it wasn’t so serious. Germany’s police forces have been hunting down someone who murdered a policewoman in Heilbronn and tried to murder her partner. They picked up some DNA from … Continue reading

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>Please, Miss…..

> we have to go to the toilet…

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>Solved

>  James Crook, an American computer scientist has come up with a foolproof algorithm that’ll let you solve a Sudoku problem without straining your brain. Only takes an hour, he reckons. Now, I’m no Einstein, but I can do one … Continue reading

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>Recently seen on Ryanair…

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>Bad manners

> Opel builds cars that not many people want to buy. Being part of General Motors doesn’t help, but they’re marginally (if that) profitable at the best of times. They now want to go it alone and they pretty much … Continue reading

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>Two hookers meet in a scrum…

> One says to the other: “What the £$%* do you think you’re locking at” Search engines are funny things. Google “sexy bums” and a post I wrote back in October last year titled “Don’t ask me … (about sexy … Continue reading

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>The Formula That Killed Wall Street

> Given that I once achieved a certain notoriety with a single digit percentage mark in a maths exam (my story: it was a bet to see who could get the lowest mark by giving obviously wrong answers, whilst avoiding … Continue reading

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>Clever clogs

> Met MMTP (My Mate The Professor) for lunch the other day. We were talking about cerebral stuff as you have to do with professors – moaning about the wives, discussing ailments, getting pissed – and we got onto the … Continue reading

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