Carlos is not in great form at the moment.
A mixture of forgetfulness, cushions getting in the way of passports, taxmen getting in the way of all sorts of taxable things and new and old symptoms rearing their ugly heads in the gallery of mirrors of his hypochondria.
And most of all the impending big six O.
So I did the only thing that is bond to instantly cheer him up.
I asked him if he wouldn’t mind stepping in front of my camera.
Of course Paddy was going to kick arse.
That was his mission in life.
His raison d’être.
But first there was some serious nose-picking to be done.
New! Improved! Now available in colour!
Casually strolling to the Mistake Factory in the morning sun.
The man eats code for breakfast. And then talks shite for the rest of the day.
He has been building and maintaining a tool called Focal for years.
Each time I see him I ask him if he is still doing sweet focal.
He has gone through such great (focal) lengths to be at one with his work that he has become one.
But not me.
I don’t know Focal.
Look at the Search Terms section, bottom right.
When clicking on the stats tab for my blog this morning, I discovered that a stray granny arse crack smelling addict had landed on my page.
I hope he wasn’t disappointed. (I’m not being sexist, I’m just being pragmatic – granny crack smelling is a 99% male activity)
I hope he routes more of his fellow adepts of the aul Butt Olfactory Society to this little corner of the interweb.
This time next year I’ll be a millionaire.
My blog is now set up for Pay Per Sniff.