Year of the Ox
Its the Chinese New Year, and since they haven't been inflicted deeply by the economic downturn, today they've been celebrating. It also happens to be Year of the Ox which is good news for me, because in Chinese astrology that's me - I'm an Ox. There you go, I've admitted it.
Get Away From It All
Australia are advertising for a guy to run Hamilton Island, a tropical paradise, in a deal involving free flights, feeding turtles, collecting mail, scuba swimming, running a Hamilton Island blog, watching whales, and modest pay. So whats the catch? The Tourist Authority say the succesful applicant will a zest for life. I nod knowingly. You'll be stuck miles from anywhere without anyone to talk to. A bit like Swindon then.
Adverts of the Week
I was watching late night tv and the inevitable adverts turned their attention to those feeling lonely and unloved on the weekend. Phone now and speak to lovely girls. Who knows where it will lead? Call me jaded, but I think I already know. The next advert stated categorically that I would be speaking to genuine girls. Phew. I thought the robots had taken over. Still, if I happen to get the job on Hanilton Island at least I'll have someone to talk to, assuming my mobile phone battery lasts that long.
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