A minor Major love affair.
Humour is dead - it's official!
I ventured out of Pither Towers properly (i.e, not just to buy fags) this evening for the first time since the celebration of the birth of Santa. I know, a tad agoraphobic, but the festive ferago gets me like that.
Anyway, myself and soon-to-move-to-Orkney chum (I have this effect on people) opted first for a trendy gastro pub. It was as full as John Wayne Bobbit's pants! We sat there, supping our pints of Scruttock's Old Dirigible, when the beautiful, young serving-type person wandered out to front of house. She produced a white, marker pen and, on the menu blackboard, added the words "and onion" to the dish of the day, which, hitherto, had been billed simply as "chicken".
Said gorgeous-type serving girl passed by where we were sitting soon afterwards and so I piped up: "Has the chef just had a brainwave?", thinking it would generate a chuckle. "Yer what," she countered. "...or has he just found an onion in a box down in the cellar?", I continued, trying to keep the mood alive. I explained the reason for my suggestions, to which she replied: "Nah, nah. I day think there was onion innit but he says there is so I 'ad to change it. We've 'ad a row 'bout it." Never mind. Moving swiftly on.....
We flowed on to another pub soon afterwards but found, unfortunately, chuckles were in similarly short supply. The boozer was again all-but empty but I was still in jovial mood and so enquired of the guy behind the bar: "I'm here for the Saddam Hussain Memorial Quiz. Is it in the back room?" His reply? "No mate, quiz night is on Thursday."
A pint each of Fruity Old Dangler Destroyer and we moved on again, this time to a supper where I knew I was sure of a warm welcome. We wandered in and the object of my affections came bounding over, kissed me passionately, rubbed up against me and then sniffed my testicles. It was not, as you might suspect, a blind nymphomaniac with no sense of smell, but the pub dog - Major. Major and I have a love affair which no-one will ever tarnish. It came time to go and so I bade farewell to the gaffer, only to realise that I didn't know his name, desite having frequented his boozer for years! It comes to something when you know the name of the pub dog and not the landlord! Sorry Keith.
One final port of call, very near Pither Towers, and this time there were a few people about. We walked up to the bar, the pimply youth behind it said: "Would you like a winter warmer?" and Orkney-bound chum retorted: "Yes, but we'll have a drink first." Reaction? Fuck all! Nothing! Blank look. Please God, help.
It is sad when the most fun you have on a night out is when a cross-breed, four-legged, flea-ridden pub regular licks your testicles! What ever happened to laughter? Henceforth, let the curse of a lack of humour descend on Grantham.
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Wednesday, 3 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!!
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