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Friday, 9 February 2007

Absent Friends.

I feel in a reflective and somewhat sombre mood this evening having read my Orkney-bound pal's blog. He was the jolly cove who accompanied me last night on what I now believe to have been the 23rd worst evening out of my life.
He was writing about the imminence of his move north and how he will miss those closest to him. I am fortunate enough to be counted in that number but in a manly, back-slapping, see-the-rugby-game? kind of a way and absolutely no girly, gay, kissy-kissy nonsense - that's right out!
He has been going on and on about his move for what seems like years and so it has not been something I have given much thought to but it has now finally dawned on me, having read his words, that he WILL be gone very soon - and it's not as if he's moving to the next town. He's going to islands which, he has told me, are nearer to Norway than to Britain! All I know is it's a bloody long way and so our meet-ups in future will be, to say the least, a little more spaced apart than they have been to date.

Pither and Orkney-bound pal (right) at Dambusters reunion.


Now, that may well be good news for his liver but it is going to be a blow to Pither. Not only is he a good confidant and source of support, he makes me laugh. A lot of the time he doesn't MEAN to make me laugh, but he does, all the same. For instance, he is giving up his career as a sports reporter but not taking a slight diversion into, say, novel writing. No, he's going to become a fucking pig farmer!!! (Shades of Python's chartered accountant who wanted to become a lion tamer.) He is as soft as a soft thing and I have told him repeatedly that he won't have the heart to kill any of his livestock. No, knowing him, he will give them all names and end up surrounded by shedloads of porcine pensioners!
I shall miss not having someone around who was born in Cambridge but insists they are Irish! I shall miss going for late night curries with someone who once fell fast asleep, face down, in a plate of chicken something-or-other. I shall miss having a pal around who has the upper body of Martin Johnson and the legs of Kylie Minogue. I shall miss someone who is so indecisive that he ended up with THREE best men at his wedding (I was one of them). I shall miss a pal who is about as punctual as the Americans were for World War Two. I shall miss having someone who is stuffed to the gunnels with dreams.
I know I shall be jetting up to Wicker Man territory when I can but it is just not the same.
Anyway, it would be better if I sent him to Grantham - at least it would be nearer - but no, he most definitely belongs with the rest of us. It is long distance friendships which can go in his place.

1 comment:

Malcolm Cinnamond said...

It's a little-known fact that the Grange Maternity Home, Ely, Cambridgeshire, was annexed by the Republic of Ireland in 1922 in return for not making too much fuss over the six lost counties. This is true.

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!!
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
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

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........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".