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Posts Tagged ‘Christmas as a grown-up’

Suits You Sir: The Preliminary Verdict!

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Squirrels and Badgers… Gather round one and all while I end the suspense.

For it has arrived!

Yes, Father Christmas has delivered my present one day early thanks to the Teutonic efficiency of DHL, and I have my suit.

I will update this post more at a later date, but as I’ve left ebay feedback referring people to this site for a full review I though I should at least give a preliminary assessment. In due course, there will be photos and more info. You’ll have to wait though, as I have a few more pressing things to sort out.


Oh! Suits You Sir: Genesis

Sunday, November 15th, 2009
SmokingMonkeys.co.uk

Much grovelling and apologies for the delay in writing anything for almost a month. Due to assorted issues, problems, and pains in the arse, I’ve been unable to get my brain into blogging mode. As always I beg your forgiveness, and hope not to leave you bereft of my thoughts for so long again.

The good news is that I have a few embryonic post ideas, so when things are a little more settled I’ll be bombarding you with tirades of random crap like a chimp flinging shit in the zoo.


Dropping a Yule Blog

Sunday, December 30th, 2007
smoking monkeys blog

So, to paraphrase John Lennon, that was Christmas!

It seems only fair to say that I hope you all got what you wanted from Father Christmas (I refuse to call him Santa). I have had the usual disappointment that I think all people over the age of 22 must have when they spend Christmas with their parents. That’s right, a piss-poor selection of presents.

Why is it that just because you get a proper job, you suddenly become ineligible for imaginative or exciting presents? I mean last year the highlight was a bin for my car.


Back by dope demand!

Monday, December 10th, 2007
smoking monkeys blog

Is it really December already? I know that I have a tendancy to drift off and not notice what’s going on around me, but where did half the year go?

Oh well, no point in trying to solve that mystery or it’ll be April by the time I actually do anything useful.

So how is everyone? I was going to call, I swear… I just got called out on an emergency, then when I came back the cat had clawed up the paper with your number on it. So that’s why I’ve not been in touch until now. Honest.