Roving b*stard

It would be naive to imagine that everyone working in development necessarily cares about the plight and suffering of poor people. For some, development offers a low pressure, sunny environment in which to concentrate on their other priorities. Blogging, say. But I was a little surprised when I got home yesterday to find that the roving b*stard had stolen the toy car made from a empty juice carton from a small child that lives in the neighbourhood. The result was a heart wrenching duet, with the b*stard providing the baritone chortle to the child’s soprano sobs. He must be stopped!

Ascendency

Friends, for too long I have withered in the digital shadow of the roving imbecile. No more. This blog is dedicated to the shortcomings of my bearded, back-stabbing colleague. Herein I hope to find retribution for the Betrayal of the Mo.

my first word

rocket