Dry my pants, I'm dead excited! I've just seen a great new advert on the Devil's Lantern! You can collect rocks! Honest! This is not a drill! It's a fucking winner! I can't wait to start my collection.
You buy this pointless, banal, stupid, fuckwit magazine called Secrets of the Stones or something and each fortnight you get A FREE ROCK!!! There are blue rocks, purple rocks, green rocks, all sorts of coloured rocks. They come in a pyramid shape, a football shape, a knob shape, an egg shape and a something else shape. Over the months they build into an untidy and yet colourful pile of rubble on your lounge carpet. When you get bored with your rocks (as if!!!) you can always read the magazine - it tells you about your inner self. I thought my inner self was made up of nicotine, beer and shit but apparently it's not.
The first issue is £1.99 and subsequent ones are £4.99. That means that for the meagre outlay of about £300 you can get your hands on an utterly useless pile of debris. In marketing terms, this has to be a real triumph.
Why didn't I think of it? I think I shall have to get in quick with another winner. How about a magazine about pus and each fortnight you get a sachet containing the bacillus of a rare skin disease? Gotta be worth a try.
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Thursday, 4 January 2007
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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!!
4 comments:
Dear Reg,
I've been reading your blog on Grantham am planning to do a story about it in the Grantham Journal.
Although I acknowledge the lightheartedness of the process of "Granthaming" things, I think the people of Grantham may feel slighted by some of the things that they are being lumbered with.
Is it fair? It's a long time since Mrs Thatcher was PM - surely Sedgefield deserves a bit of the flack now.
What was it that prompted you to start your blog?
Have you ever visited Grantham to find out what it's like?
I'd be interested in your thoughts.
You can get in touch with me at bob.hart@granthamjournal.co.uk
Many thanks.
Bob Hart
Chief reporter
Dear Phil (although possibly Mal),
Oh perleeeease!!!
We talk about one possibility for the blog and this is the best you can come up with!
I am too cynical for this type of ruse to work anyway but, in addition and unfortunately for you, Bob Hart used to work on the Evening Mail until he left to go to the Journal. He is in contact with a mate and I happen to know that just before Christmas he moved to the Hull Daily Mail, even though he may still be listed at the Journal.
Better research next time.
Yours,
"You'll Have to Get Up a Bit Earlier Next Time". xx
Not guilty
Farmer
Sorry Phil - like it's not the kind of thing you would do!!!
Ok, Mal Baby, j'accuse!
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