Life is nothing without failure; I used to tell this to a room of blank-faced teenagers. For some reason they failed to grasp how without Newton making mistakes we would not know that f=G*m1m2/r^2. They either failed to grasp it or were too busy wondering about when they could next nip behind some Portakabins to reply. Who’s having the last laugh now though, eh? Stupid students.
Much has been made of the decline of the standalone satnav in the media this week. With it leaving the basket used to calculate the consumer prices index, and replaced by ecigs, I’m left wondering why?
Titanium wire has been experiencing a recent surge in interest from vapers new to them. We felt it was prudent to compile some information from the public domain and our personal experience of the product. This isn’t to tell anybody what to think or do – but to allow you to draw your own conclusions.
I’m not a political animal, I don’t have the patience to craft an argument and debate with those I see as morally or intellectually bankrupt. This isn’t because I don’t believe in the process – it’s that the people holding strident views I’d love to see changed are highly unreceptive to counter-arguments.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Not according to Marge Simpson who’d hate to get a dozen crapweeds for Valentine’s Day, she’d rather have candy. Homer: “Not if they were called scumdrops.”
“Fire in the belly, that’s what you need,” shouted a red-faced man. “You won’t get anything from a sale if you don’t have fire in the belly!” He seemed pretty convinced by it. The rest of the national sales conference seemed to agree. The throng of identically suited men in attendance all raised themselves up and applauded. I sat still; remaining convinced they were applauding his ability to complete a rant without suffering from a heart attack. It struck me that adding a loud noise into the equation might be just the tipping point his corpulent (and unsettlingly moist) body didn’t need.
It’s probably no secret now that the vaping world is set to change dramatically in the UK. If this comes as news to you then I ought to point out that WWII ended successfully, Coventry have won an FA Cup and I’d try to avoid discovering how much petrol costs per gallon. Yes, vaping is soon to be not as we knew it.
People of a certain age will forever link the title of this post with a top shelf naturist magazine that was either an eye-opener or a bitter disappointment depending on your personal outlook. For some reason it always struck me as an incredibly odd journal – in the way that ones about buses or tractors didn’t. I imagine that a fair number of non-vapers would look at an ecig magazine similarly perplexed manner.
Let’s go all arty, let’s contemplate design. We can ponder on the pleasant aesthetics of the curve, the Euclidean beauty of the circle and (especially exciting for 80s Blondie fans) the fundamental simplicity of parallel lines. We all want vaping gear that works but many of us are put off by a visually challenging set up.
Standing in what used to be described as a garden, well some might still term it such but the puppy has put pay to it ever appearing on BBC2. Standing in the garden thinking about the events of the week with Totally Wicked and the EU court and the petition. And it struck me how much vaping saved my life.
