Have you ever wanted to take every plate and cup in eyesite and throw them with all the force you can muster at a nearby wall?. And then possibly roll around in the broken glass so that all your skin tears, because the filthy fucking mood you're in is so bad it takes all your energy to not SMASH THE KEYBOARD INTO THE MONITOR AND TELL EVERYONE TO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, and sitting quietly at work feels like a death sentence. Or is that just me?
Wow, there's thousands of pounds of therapy waiting right there.
What that "Trying to Panda" means: "Panda" has become a synonym for pander, which is what I have to remember to try and do, rather than just tell people to shut up.
Why: Doing my Aussie tour of duty back in 2001, meant that I left Sydney to live in London for a year. One year has now turned in to almost 5 1/2, residency and hopefully the percurement of British nationality, so that I can now go travelling around Europe without the need of those pesky visas (even if they do look oh so pretty in my passport).
I like: marmite, chillies (fresh, dried, or in a jar with vinegar), french (the language), nutella on white bread (with no butter), East Enders, trying to burn past other cyclists when I ride home from work.
I don't like: vegemite, losing, and having cyclists burn past me when I ride home from work.
I always feel paranoid about something.