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Thursday, 18 January 2007
The Wind and The Willies.
I know people are fed up to the canine teeth with talk about my dogs and so I promise this will be the last. Something doggy, however, has been driving me mad today and so needs to be Granthamed.
Readers of this blog will be familiar with three of my four rescue hounds. The fourth, my alsatian, had yet to feature, until now.
His name is Padfoot. Not my choice. The choice of my soon-to-be ex-wife who decided that the Harry Potter character Padfoot, a giant, snarling beast which turned out to be a real softy, suited him down to his huge paws.
Pad, as he is known around the house, came to me after he was rescued by the fire brigade having fallen through the ice over a canal. It's thought he had been in the water for around an hour and unable to clamber out when he was going down for the third time and a passer-by who spotted him raised the alarm. I did a story on his rescue, kept a check on his progress and, after discovering that he could not be re-homed and faced a lethal injection, took him on. Pad weighs in at seven stone and is, by anyone's estimation, a big lad. His jaws could exert a pressure of 2,000lbs-sq-inch (we looked it up) and he has a growl and a bark which makes the blood run cold. The teeny problem about him is...............he is a total and utter wuss.
He is bottom of the pile round here (Pither excluded), even being regularly bullied off his tea by my away-with-the-fairies jack russell-cross Tilly. He is scared of all the others, scared of most of my friends (mind you, so is most of the rest of the world), scared of the postman and even scared of the birds (work that one out!). There is one thing, however, which scares him more than any other....................the wind! The wind makes curtains, blinds and doors move without apparent reason, it makes a noise, it makes pieces of paper leap about and it ruffles your hair! It is indeed a terrifying force - when you have the brains of the average educationally disadvantaged tree frog.
Today, as everyone in Britain is no doubt well aware by now, has been a tad on the blustery side of hurricane force. The result was that I have not been able to move so much as an inch without finding a large alsatian glued to my leg, looking up pitifully and afraid. Try going to the toilet with a wolf holding on to your leg!!
Bless. So, to conclude the essays on my dogs, I am sending bashful, nervous and ultimately spineless alsatians to Grantham.
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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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