Pop!

Had to go and pick up a parcel today so I thought I might as well have a wander up to the University and have a coffee in the refectory.

This is something I rather like about working offshore in the oil industry, you get the lifestyle of an unemployed person for half the year and you also get paid. I spend half my time acting as though I have no job because, for half the time, I do have no job. I get to mooch about all day or play computer games. If I want to head off for a day out in Glasgow or somewhere I can do that too or I can play in the garage all day at making sparks and mess.

Today I went for a coffee at the Uni and marvelled at how much it has changed since I went there, the refectory/cafe that used to be a dingy kind of room full of rows of tables, steam and depression is now a lively looking 'Hub' with a Tiki coffee thing in the middle of a random spread of tables and chairs that look like Ikea and Barbapapa had a pile of unwanted babies. The outside of the room is now lined with shops and computers and depression. Some things never change.

After I had a decent enough coffee I went to the beach to check on the surf for my mate Chris who is offshore and thus unable to surf, I went to take pictures for him so he could work on his resentment and yearning. It's stormy but horribly messy so he hasn't missed much. Nice and showy though.

Waves: Splashy.

I was also really pleased today to see that I've had a massive 200+ page views on the blog and for that, thanks to all fans of terrible jokes on sticks everywhere. Secondly, I noticed that there had been a hit from Chile where someone had done a Google search on the string "an american werewolf in london's knock knock joke comic" and decided to have a click on the blog. Well, I can only apologise to that person for what must have been a crushing disappointment but also to thank them for giving me a taste of the exotic in my morning. I did the same search and noted that I am 11th in Chilean Google for that search term, not bad and, with a bit of luck this post will break through into the top ten for me.

Today I decided to go out on a structural limb and leave a triplicate of jokes around the coffee place. There is a theme and they are as bad as you've come to expect.

So, from the top we have:

What do you get if you half fill a can of Campbell's soup with lemonade?

Shandy Warhol

Then:

What do you call a man who makes silk screen repeats of jelly babies?

Candy Warhol

And finally, if you've managed to struggle this far:

What do you call a man who makes post modern images of grit?

Sandy Warhol.

There you go, a triumvirate of Andy Warhol puns written on coffee stirrers, proof if proof were needed that any shite you can imagine can be found on the internet.

I'm actually a little bit proud of the first one, I know I have no reason to be but I am so there.