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Wednesday, 14 February 2007
Stupid Cupid.
I would like to take this opportunity to convey my warmest wishes to all those of you who tonight will be enjoying a special dinner, the scent of roses, the sound of soft music, candlelight AND A GOOD SHAG..........you lucky bastards!
Valentine's Day has come and gone here at Pither Towers with not so much as a wink from our gay postman or a nuisance obscene phonecall. I did get one red letter - from Powergen (thanks guys) - and YET ANOTHER MENU FROM A FUCKING PIZZA PARLOUR but they were the only things which penetrated a tight opening round here.
Ok, ok, so I don't agree with Valentine's Day anyway. It is, after all, a supposed celebration of the agonising execution of some bloke, who was otherwise a jolly decent chap, just because he wore a crucifix to work (See British Airways staff manual). As I've said before, if you can only tell your special someone that you love them on one day in the year, and make money for some Nazi card manufacturer in the process, then your relationship is in deep shit. The high moral ground, however, is not high enough to stop you seeing hordes of doe-eyed lovers at every turn and consequently feeling slight tugs on your heartstrings.
As many people will by now be aware, both the Avenue D'Amore and the Boulevard of Marital Bliss have been dug up as far as Pither is concerned, although as I didn't instigate the roadworks it is fair to say that a contra-flow system is in operation. Still, as Pontius Pilate was overheard saying "There ain't a fat lot I can fucking do about it".
I suppose this evening's offerings on the Devil's Lantern will be peppered with slushy films interspersed by adverts aimed at us singletons with messages like "Go on, do it - open a vein" as we sit there chomping through our Vesta Chow Meins-For-One from the firm's Saddo Loser range.
Ho hum. Never mind, tomorrow is another day and everyone will be back to rowing at home, having affairs, trashing their marriages and staring at each other in stoney silence over the microwaved mush they are forced to share at dinnertime on the 364 other days in the year. Hurrah! Welcome back to the real world.
It's got to go. Valentine's Day is about as welcome as a Harold Shipman home visit and so can waltz its way off to Grantham.
NOTE: After I finished writing this, a jerk two doors down started letting off fireworks in his garden!! What's that all about? Picture the scene - "Hello honey, I'm home and I've got a Valentine's Day surprise for you. You know you wanted us to go out to dinner and then come home and make love in a warm, soapy bath? Well, I thought that instead we would stand about in the pitch black night, freezing our tits off, and let off incendiary devices. Whaddya say?" I fear we at the About-To-Be-Divorced Club will be getting a new recruit tomorrow.
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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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