Let’s keep in mind though that whatever the cause of Raoul Moat’s death he was armed and extremely dangerous, however when their prey was finally caught the boys in blue got nothing but flak for “killing"the murderer.

I read the story of Raoul Moat as it unfolded, and watched with horror as people set up fan pages to him on the internet.

Fan pages? For a cold bloodied killer? A perpetrator of domestic violence? Human nature never ceases to amaze me, and in this case, Moat’s personality was seriously warped from the outset, but those who identified with him and who regarded him as some kind of hero also seriously needed questioning in my opinion.

Of course the media’s reportage of the real-time events went over-the-top, that’s the media’s job after all. If newspapers were full of fluffy stories they would go out of business over night, but this was something else. We had the public reporting on the reporters, we had clips filmed on mobile phones and somehow the secondary story, the reporting of the story, became almost as fascinating as the mainline.

I wasn’t sure what caught my attention the most, the news coverage of the events or the members of the public reporting on the coverage of the events. People who had been warned to stay indoors suddenly wanted their fifteen minutes and wandered into the backgrounds of the camera crew, like an audition for the X Factor.

In a very warped world this could be the new premise for a sick game show. And here I was thinking that shows concentrating on and rewarding people with procedures at botox sussex were disgusting…

I am now nursing a very bruised hip and it’s all for the sake of cool.

Here is my story–

Walking through London Victoria’s sizeable train station the other week, I was feeling quite depressed. I was wearing my suit, was carrying my brief-case, and was wondering if this was the best it would ever get (did I mention I sell Caravan insurance part time?). Then I spotted them: a bunch (if that’s the correct word for a gang of youths doing break-dancing?) of youths doing flips and twirls and spins. Now, here’s where it gets exciting–as I drew closer to them a man with a mop finished mopping (surprise surprise) an area nearby. With that the youths took to doing enormous slides on the slippery floor, then combining this with more flips and spins. The danger of it was enthralling!

That was when something rogue and hidden for many years came over me. The hip-hop music, the atmosphere of the growing crowd–all of it combining and me wanting, no, make that needing, to slide on the floor and prove myself. So I did. I put my brief case down, took a giant run up and slide like a demon across the floor to the delight of the crowd!

The cheering started (along with much appreciation of the break dancers, yeah man!) just as I came to the end of the wet surface, and then I heard someone shout “Oh no!” and that was when the dry marble stopped me dead and this business man went a flying–

Landing straight on his hip…

Still, I did look cool though.

I imagine it’s the same for someone trying to read an English web-site. And while many companies don’t have translating high on their list of priorities, some do and energy saving gurus Enigin are one of them:

Enigin seem to know, you see, that global communication is one of the key ingredients in the monumental fight against the evil climate change monster. That may sound like a very obvious thing to say, but let’s be frank shall we? Most countries have a hard enough time conveying the information in their own language, let alone another. To them, the monster is more a bumbling giant than any kind of terrific threat.

Enigin also like to update, add new things and generally make the consumer’s life easier wherever possible, as you can read about at the aforementioned post which you should have already clicked on so why haven’t you yet?

So what are you waiting for? You are on a computer right now, why not go ahead, ping me an email and lets see where this goes! The summer is here and life is awaiting!

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After I’d read the comedy book skiing in italy and how much fun it is, even when you fall down repeatedly, I read the book Yes Man by Danny Wallace. My conclusion was that Yes, saying Yes is a very good idea. But it’s not a great idea. All it does (like in the book) is get you in to trouble. Yes, there are some wicked adventures to be had by saying Yes to everything, but let me tell you something–There are also some good times to be had by saying No!

I’ve got numerous examples to back this up, so don’t go thinking that I don’t know my stuff and I haven’t got a point. I’ve done research don’t you know. Take last week for example. My friends had called and asked if I wanted to go to the cinema. I was on the verge of saying Yes! When I suddenly thought No, I always say Yes. Why don’t I upset the balance and see what happens?

And that was it: from that moment the scales tipped and…I became No Man.

Seriously, being a No Man is great. Why? Because every time you say No to one thing, you get the chance to do something else you haven’t done for ages. That’s why! So, in the case of not going to the cinema, guess what I did instead? Yes, people. I went out in to the garden and did some stuff there. And it was brilliant. I now have a brand new luscious-looking lawn to show for it. Much better than seeing a thrilling blockbuster movie like Avatar!

Obviously I know I can’t keep on saying No. There will come a point when I have no choice but to say Yes. But, until that day comes, I am enjoying myself. Being a No Man can be the most fun you can have with your clothes on, let me tell you.