Divine Noodles
I will admit to my fair share of intellectual snobbery; I embrace it in fact. It's this warm, cosy coat of hubris which protects me from the inane and eternally banal conversations about Big Brother which seem to take siege over public dialogue for approximately 6 months out of every year.
I have new a new super duper mouse pad. It makes me super duper happy. The best things in life really are free (or stolen from the supply cupboard at work).
So The Independent put out a book a couple of weeks ago, with their Saturday edition, called Train Your Brain in 7 days. There was an interactive CD on the Sunday and a pile of wall charts, etc. during the following week. I'm frequently fretting that the old grey matter is not getting nearly enough aeorbercising these days, so I threw down my £1.40 and prepared to get those synapses sweating. Second question into the exercise book (SECOND QUESTION!) and I'm already stumped.
It's enough to put a gal off drinking.