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I feel a personal apocalypse approaching. Tonight is the Year 6 production of a Midsummer's Night Dream [Junior Edition][^], in which Elder is playing Hernia or whatever.
Saturday, Ickle is taking part in a 'Flash Mob' dance thang. Help me every God of every religion.
On Sunday I am out with Mrs Wife to London. Not bad? We're going to see Lionel "Hello" Richie and J "Does My Bum Look Big in This" Lo. FFS!
Then on Monday, when all should be calm and back to normal, making the weekend look like the calm before the storm...
I have to go to frogging Luton!
Reality is an illusion caused by a lack of alcohol
"Nagy, you have won the internets." - Keith Barrow
The only other employment is Chococlate or Cuckoo-Clock manufacturing surely?
Some developers having Harleys barely breaks the stereotype of well-paid men (generally in mid-life crisis) Harleys because "they are the ones to have". I'd assume in a country like Switzerland one of the nippier Japanese/European bikes would be a blast on the mountain roads, Harleys seem more suited as tourers. That said, I'm not too familiar with bikes, I'm too attached to my organs.
Those clocks are actually manufactured in Germany and manly seen in the Black Forest.
We do Chocolate of course (Lindt & Sprüngli), very good cheese (Ementhal, Gruyère), general food (Nestlè owns half Europe of food industry), Watches (Rolex), Pharmacy (Roche), Banking (my bank, name withhold, others like UBS (called Upps!), Insurances (Zurich), Turism & Sport (ski, hiking..)
The thinks we don't have so much are car industry for example. Smart used to be Swiss, but now it's owned by Mercedes.
The signature is in building process.. Please wait...
I posted a marriage experiment here: Pad Thai[^]
The results of my experiment: The wife brought home some Pad Thai per my request.
So I laugh at all the doubters out there who thought I'd get into trouble. As it turns out, my 24 years of cleaning the bathrooms, mowing the lawn, and vacuuming the living room have paid off handsomely - obviously, my wife is now my servant. I figure if I get the tile in the bathroom really shinny this weekend I'll order chicken wings!
I eventually remembered only because a friend of hers phoned to wish us a happy anniversary. By then it was all rather too late. Since then, I have a recurring reminder in Outlook set. She was rather terse with me for a couple of days.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
The secret of a happy marriage is found in three little words every woman wants
to hear - yes my dear.
Oh... so that is my mistake... I only say "yes dear" (2 words). Or maybe it is the way I said it?
Anyway, "yes goat" didnt work either... even when I explained the acronym... (greatest of all time). However, now she regularly refers to me as a goat in public... and from the sideways glances I get, I don't think anyone else knows the acronym either.