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Friday, 23 February 2007

I Knew A Man Called Michael Finnegan..........

(Blessed Are The Big Noses).

Well? Waddya think? Hmmmm? Rugged? Sexy? Intellectual? Indiana Reg-ish? Hmmm?........... No, you're right, I just look like a tramp!!!
I have been suffering from man-flu (I may just have mentioned it once or twice) and the viral nasties have stopped me reaching for my razor since Tuesday. As the growth continued but my health improved I decided to keep away from my TurboBroadsword Z7000ShavyMax-For-Men (and David Beckham)deliberately, just to see what the result would look like.
Well, tomorrow will be B-Day - to beard or not to beard? It has got to that stage where I am just a day or so away from having a recognisable beard but at the same time I am only one bloodless and painless shave away from a return to the old Reg. What to do?
As I said earlier, I think the way ahead is clear. It's got to come off! Instead of looking distinguished or intrepid or even vaguely studious I just look like.........well......a bloke who hasn't had a shave! I would probably be prepared to settle for plain "beardy" but even if I let it take hold a bit more I know that the end result would be more Catweazle than Cat Stevens.
God has not been kind to me, follicly speaking. First of all, He decreed that as time went by and the hair in my ears and up my nose began to blossom, bush-wise, the hair on my head should disappear to compensate. I thought I had thwarted his attempt to make me completely physically repulsive to all women in later life when the shaved-head or "grade" look became all the rage. It was trendy for us own-up-baldy types to have our hair cropped right down, a la the Marines, and so I went ahead and had a grade. Instead of looking cool, a bit like Ray Winstone or someone similar, I just looked like a recruitment officer for Combat 18. In short, a thug - a hooligan.
I decided to grin and bear the indignities of what life had in store for me - it's called male pattern baldness - but not so long back my confidence was not given a gigantic boost when I was in a pub and went to the bar, to hear one of my friends behind me shout "Oi, Cadfael! Get me a beer!"
No, the beardy look has got to go. Henceforth, baldness and bad beards shall belong only to people in Grantham (the men as well).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ah! I see you are in your George Michael-after-he-left-Wham! phase...
But the stubble not really working for you, Sir Gangmaster!

Love
Big Ears

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".