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Tuesday, 30 January 2007
Reef Encounter.
Oh dear! There's unrest at Pither Towers. Some-one's not a happy bunny - well, not a happy lobster to be accurate.
Reg, my pet lobster, has got a major league cob on which has prompted some sort of bizarre protest and I think I know the root of the problem.
Regular readers will remember that some weeks ago Reg got himself in a spot of bother after falling in love with the thermometer in his tank!
He took to dragging the object of his lust into his cave of a night until, on one fateful occasion, he hauled his bit of stuff behind him into his home but got it stuck in the entrance and so became entombed! I had to smash my way in to free him and decided there and then to take the thermometer out of the tank.
Well, that has gone down about as well as Aled Jones on an oilrig. Reg obviously sees himself as Trevor Howard to his thermometer's Celia Johnson and feels the agonies of doomed loved as depicted in the "terribly, terribly, terribly" British film classic Brief Encounter. It has to be said, however, that he is not handling it quite as well as Trev.
Our Reg has started a sulk which would put a toddler to shame and is brooding underneath a rock, glaring menacingly out at anyone and everyone. Worse than that, evidently when no-one is looking, he sneaks out to work on what I can only assume is a tunnel, a la The Great Escape. Sadly, he hasn't the wit to stroll calmy round the tank after his digging and whistle casually as he drops the resultant rubble out of his eight tiny, toughened trouser legs so as to avoid alerting the suspicions of any sub-aqua German guards on duty (I think I might just be losing it!!). No, quite the contrary. He has, in fact, built up a mountain of excavated crushed coral next to his hole and it is the obviousness of the mound which makes me think this is meant to be a highly visible protest staged for my benefit. He hasn't yet fashioned any placards but I'm sure he is constantly muttering to himself "Lay off lobster love", "Give my piece a chance", "Sing if you're glad to be cray-fish" and other such demo slogans.
Resolving this dispute is going to prove tricky, however. You see, I slung the thermometer because it had basically been shagged and pincered to death. I am going to have to buy a new one but will Reg spot the deception? How picky a suitor is he?
Speaking personally as I head for the divorce courts, I have to admit that I wouldn't be entirely against the idea of being provided with a young, fit, brand new lover. Then again, I have, as yet, never fallen in love with a thermometer.
Decisions, decisions. Whatever solution I come up with I think the heartache of losing a lover should be something only experienced in Grantham.
(EIDTOR'S NOTE: The protest continued - to see how, see The Hill.)
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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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