Week Twenty-Three Can You Feel The Very Shaking Of The Sod?

It is so odd but I am going to display why exactly it is that I may need a managing editor above me to rein in excesses of columnar abuse, for the following maybe seen as piffle. But I think I am telepathic. In a mild way. It goes a bit beyond merely ‘˜reading’ people, or being sensitive enough to have an idea what they might be going through and I tend to try to ignore it but ‘˜it’ won’t have it. The timing of phone calls and the amount of ‘˜Oh MY GOSH, I was just thinking of you and I mean just THEN!’ discussions I have had are getting to the point where I merely apologise. I will hook up, or feel a friend’s mood, repeatedly with those I am close to. Make specific queries as to WHY they are sad, not how I knew all of a sudden. And have been known to press ‘˜Go’ on Messenger just as a friend looks at their screen for the first time in hours creepy.
The Kalahari Bushmen’s wives seem to know if and more importantly when to light the fire to cook if their men have had a successful hunt. They think this is normal and dismiss questions as stupidity. Point is, I called Guru Organ, at the exact, and I mean exact instance that he tried to press the button on his phone camera. In the act of snapping his Guinness World Record certificate. It all this time, it seems he has not seen it and in an office move, it was finally uncovered, much to his delight. I felt I needed to call him up and hit the very instant…
It was just the fillip the chap needed! And as put on FB, yes, I am all for making the BassQuake happen again. And talking of it happening again, we are about to have another T-In-The-Wherever Meet. Our twentieth, it is to be called T-20 and is part of a ‘˜thing’. The Thing is the Round Three of the European Mobile Multimedia Association Sound Off Series. Held at the Midbass Open Day on June the 6th next.
Be there.
In an unholy flurry of activity, there has been another little disturbance in The Force with all sorts of folks talking about what to do about the lack of trade publication, now that VEP is gone. One fellow even made a sweet allele-site with just a few more words overall than this very column in total. But the thought’s in the right place, including a monetisation showing large on page one, bless ‘˜im!
Right, I have made rash promises and have a juicy set of Modified Nationals stuff to serve you up, as well as a more definitive What’s THAT? Video for the Propper Droppers folks.
But first, I have a tale of a seriously sexy car. Lamborghini Aventador.. yes, I thought your nipples would engorge at the thought
Onwards and upwards but here’s a gross thought (think radio, think painting a picture in your mind I had to get in and out of this supercar.
Imagine an octopus getting in and out of a bottle..
Adam Rayner On Line Editor