Showing posts with label Barry McGuire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barry McGuire. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 October 2025

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 15th October 2025.

15th October, 2025.


Hmmm … 

That introduction video took a long time to upload.

Why … ?

I don’t know.

But if you’re wondering about the phrase at the end … ?

You can find the annoying advert that’s earworming its way through my here, right here.


Annoying, isn’t it … ?

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Just so you know … ?

My nephew, Jude, was over: you don’t want to ask about cat litter trays.

But do want to ask about videos.

Yes: he has released his latest Rocket League video.


Feel free to hit the like button.

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Saturday, 24 December 2022

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 24-12-2022: The Eve of Something.

24th December, 2022: Christmas Eve.


It’s HERE!

It’s Christmas Eve!

And that means Santa’s Coming!


On a less enthusiastic note?

I’m looking forward to getting presents, looking forward to see how my family — Jude in particular — react to what I’ve got them them … 

And eating turkey.

It’s not often I have turkey … 

I get to find out, tomorrow!

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Did I mention I watched a film, last night?


I watched a film, last night.

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery, so you know.

I’ll have my review up, later: but, as an initial point?

It’s rather good.

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Thursday, 21 May 2015

The Daily Teaser — 21-5-2015: It’s The End Of The World, As We Know It

You know, I’ve got a day off, today.

Which isn’t isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Although I know perfectly well, I’ve things to do.

First off?   I’ve a blood test, today: basically, one that helps me keep track of my under active thyroid gland.

I’ve ALSO got to go to the post office in Brentwood High Street.   Basically, I’ve ordered a hard drive sled for my Mac Pro.   I’ve got to sign for it, by the sound of things, and, as I was working, yesterday?   The postman couldn’t deliver it, so left me a note to say where to pick it up from.

And finally … ?

Well, finally, I’ve got to post a letter.   And wouldn’t you know it, the actual letter box is at the other end of the High Street from where I need to pick up the parcel: which doesn’t accept letters.

Oh well … it’s all healthy exercise … !

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