I’m becoming increasingly disillusioned with finding a job. And I need one, cos I am skint.
There are few part-time jobs around at the moment, which considering how many there were when I was looking for full-time is a bit annoying. If I get a job in a shop or a bar or something in St Neots, then it’ll be hard to find one who can make my hours flexible when my uni timetable changes. Which theoretically should be twice a year but at the moment seems to be about every nine days.
Also, relying on a bus to get me home on time means I can’t guarantee I’ll be in St Neots when needed. The other day, I finished uni just before six and hurried to Bay 16 to find over 100 people waiting for the Mighty X5. In the rain. With 48 seats on each but, this would have meant waiting in the rain until at least the 7.10. Which I wasn’t really feeling. (more…)
Now everyone knows I love sandwiches so here’s three of my favourties. Careful, some of them have enough cheese in them to kill an elephant. You can always remove some cheese I suppose. The tuna one is very messy with both types of slicey cheese, so i usually use one or the other.
1) Spicy-arse cheesy chicken.
What you will be needing:
Mini chicken fillets, or chicken breasts cut into smaller strips.
Cheddar cheese (strong is best)
Hot Chilli – the best is the crushed one in a jar in sunflower oil, branded “Bart”. You can also substitute mild chilli or sweet chilli if you prefer
Cayenne pepper, black pepper (optional)
A FOREMANATOR or other sandwich-toasting device
Bread (duh) and butter
Retro One Cal spray
A cheese grater, yes. (more…)
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Fame.
Its something that most people crave in some form during their lives – whether it be from their accomplishments academically, or more mundane reasons like they like to get their boobs out in the papers.
Its the reason why reality TV is so popular, why sales of magazines like Hear are so high (being purchased for people to see what they should aspire to?) and why we have so many “celebrities” on all forms of media for no discernable talent.
However, here on The Internets, we have other types of fame. There’s the kid who was caught on film doing something embarrassing that was “accidentally” uploaded to YouTube, the cam whores who would do *anything* on camera for a low low fee (doesn’t it seem so long ago since the days of Internet Gossip and Web Pig?) or there’s the people who are trying to break into showbiz and use the interwebs to prove just how much of a big deal they are.
I guess in some way this can be linked to many of the recent “blogger ‘v’ journalist” debates, where the journalists are fucked off that the bloggers are getting the same privileges as they are, without going to university, etc, and being “trained”.
This article in particular seems to sum up the attitude of “old school” journalists towards the “bliggers” (I bloody well hate those amalgamations of words, but this one makes sense, bloggers+liggers)
Looking at your webstats can make you feel like you’re the most popular girl at school, but lets face it, readers on the Internet are fickle bastards, and you’ve gotta be pretty interesting to keep them reading. Or have good boobs.
This has been a guest post by Hayley at Ceriselle.org
Good morning people! Thought I’d start a little bloggy about the trials and tribulations of a dirty, smelly compulsive chef.
I’m Marcus, or as some people call me Chil, Dumbo, Gengus, Gary Lineker, Wersal Gummage, Inspector Gadget, etc etc etc. I am apparently the head chef of the Castle, a small gastro pub-cum-cocktail bar in the centre of Cambridge. It’s a lovely place that is well cultured, innit. In that respect, we have a lot of nationalities working there and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, once they finally realise you’re not just being a massive arsehole and start to understand English humour, they find sarcasm funnier than most other people. Plus you learn stuff, you know, like, about their countries and that. Yeah. So anyway, the kitchen team at the Castle compromises four people: “Head Chef” (yours truly); Matt “Sous Chef” Collins; Roberto, our amasingly amusing Fillippino breakfast chef and Antonio, our curly haired Spanish pot wash.
Other people from the past I may occationaly mention (so take note) are Cirill, the ex head chef, now working at Jamie Oliver’s new restaurant cooking garlic bread, opening Dolmio etc, and Tom Doughty, my favorite potwash, sacked for being a bit too much of a piss taker. He once text my ex girlfriend from my phone while i was in the toilet saying “I miss your vagina”. I found it funny, not many other people did. I currently work with his older brother, flairing superstar Christopher Bardwell-Doughty. (more…)
It’s amazing how much money goes into developing a new technology so we can use it for a really simple purpose that the designers never intended.
This has been going on for centuries. Coal was not invented for brushing your teeth (see the Victorians). Carbon fibre was not developed to make a really cool-looking gear stick. The internet was not invented for porn and celebrity “snark”.
But maybe, just maybe, wifi and laptops were invented so you can email whilst “downloading”.
There are few part-time jobs around at the moment, which considering how many there were when I was looking for full-time is a bit annoying. If I get a job in a shop or a bar or something in St Neots, then it’ll be hard to find one who can make my hours flexible when my uni timetable changes. Which theoretically should be twice a year but at the moment seems to be about every nine days.
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