The adventures of Almigo

For some reason (don't ask me, it's the internet's fault) some people who have plugged the search term 'Nana Mouskouri' have ended up here. After a minutes investigation, I discovered it was because I pointed out that Nana Mouskouri was something Pitbull had yet to warble about in the post What the hell is Pitbull rapping about now? Now obviously that's just not enough info to keep the Nana Mouskouri populace happy in their time online. Therefore to keep Nana fans here longer than a Nanasecond (get it?) I have come up with the following: Frequently asked questions about Nana Mouskouri So many questions Aka: Everything you didn't think you'd need an answer to involving Nana Mouskouri. Nanafiles, lets begin.

This kid is cooler than all of us. Bits N Pizzas: When there's not enough ranting and rambling for one with the lot but plenty of individual slices...

Sad news today, delivered by my awesome brother Guymigo - the house we both grew up in is now full of 100% natural lighting. And we don't mean because they've turned the house into one giant skylight or used the auroa borealis as a light source.. Not like this no.

For some reason I've been involved in a few arguments over email this month. Arguments where I don't know either party or ultimately what the argument is about (I never usually get that far) but for some reason I've been invited to spectate from the sidelines while the one side battle unfolds. Lucky me. Arguments unlike this one. Which was interesting to watch. It's about as much fun as attempting to trim rogue nose hairs with a staple gun...

Well open up your Paypal's and make me a millionaire, today we celebrate the 100th recorded for prosperity rambling here at Almigo's adventures. And the number of people who have dropped by for a butchers since I first punched fist to keyboard is truly heart warming: That's 692000 more than I was expecting. The century, the ton, the gorrila - whatever you want to call it, this is the 100th poetic posting. And in truly century sans fireworks celebration, today we consult the stats counter to work out which diatribe has really brought once strangers to my humble backyard...