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Tuesday, 5 December 2006
Don't Worry, Be Happy........and Join Exit.
I have been blue (emotionally, not colour-wise, although that can't be far off) over the last few days for one reason or another, but quite what I've got to be down about beats me. I'm approaching 40 from the wrong side, going bald, I'm overweight, smoking myself to death, drinking too much, heading for a divorce and I have an overdraft only £2.47p short of Bolivia's. On the plus side, however, I ..................
Anyway, I decided to take a trip into the village to take a look at all the Christmas decorations to lift my spirits. I'm a big fan of Christmas (not the religion bit, just the mindless commercialism and re-runs of The Great Escape) and so the twinkly wonderland did the trick and I soon started to push thoughts of my meaningless existence to the back of what is left of my mind. So cheered was I by the festive atmosphere that I decided to treat myself to a dinner out so I went for cash to the building society, the one financial institution which doesn't have a large poster of me on the wall.
I walked in, straight up to the counter, and the young lass at the till took one look at me and said: "Do you have life assurance or a pension?" Thanks. Thanks a fucking bunch! I expected her to follow that up with "I don't know why you bother getting up in the mornings?" or "Don't go out and buy any LPs, will you?". Jesus, it's now got to the stage where I not only scare myself, I scare other people!
Confused and aged as I am, I suddenly forgot what I had gone in for, turned dejectedly on my heel and headed out, back towards the personal grief-hole which is Pither Towers.
My mind being fuelled by sarcasm as it is, a tune entered my head as I trudged home and I couldn't stop humming it. It was that classic ode to people who haven't got a fucking clue about what's going on around them - "Don't Worry, Be Happy" by Bobby McFerrin.
Don't worry! Be happy!! Are you fucking real? The only way to achieve that is to have a full-frontal lobotomy and walk around doped off your tits, and I can't afford either. Mind you, a few people I have worked for seem to manage it.
No, Bobby, sorry mateypops, it's Grantham for you. Just walk around singing your little ditty and see how long it is before the townsfolk do a Mussolini on you.
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
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