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Wednesday, 7 February 2007
The Cost of Sex with Saxon Sheep Minders.
Leslie Ash claimed that she broke a rib and punctured a lung during sex with her husband, Lee Chapman. Well, if her health insurance swallowed that belter then I could be in with a chance.
You see, it looks as if I'm going to have to claim on a policy by saying "She injured her leg falling off the back of an alsatian during sex!" That should tax the comedy claims department.
I'm not acting on Leslie's behalf, although she seems to have such an adventurous sex life that it does, admittedly, sound as though it could be one of hers. No, the injured female in this instance is my littlest dog, Tilly.
Our Till gets very excited when she goes in the car, so excited that she feels the evidently overwhelming urge to hump my alsatian, Padfoot. Pad is a shy, retiring kind of lad and is not overly keen on the attention but, with him, Till and two other dogs in the kennel compound in the back of my car, there is little room for manoeuvre. He just stands there and takes it, with typically British stoicism.
It's not easy trying to screw a dog which stands about as high as a Shetland pony. I'm not talking from experience, you understand. I'm talking on behalf of a dog which looks like a cross between a beagle and a hamster and is a mere 10 inches from paw to shoulder. Love making with a reluctant partner involves a lot of clambering and clinging.
Till, as is her custom, was aboard Pad yesterday afternoon as I drove the dogs to a local country park for a walk. She was getting to whatever the female equivalent of the vinegar strokes is when she fell off with a dull thud. She has been limping ever since.
If there is no improvement in her condition by tomorrow I shall have to take her to the vet. The vet's bills are extortionate but all the dogs are insured up to the hilt and I should be able to claim on this occasion.
Anyway, in the meantime, bizarre injuries resulting from sex with alsatians shall be the sole preserve of the people of Grantham.
NOTE: For the more obser-vant readers, Pither Towers is not actually some kine of squat - the torn wallpaper and chewed plaster in the photograph were a gift from Caty, one of the other dogs, and are about to be renovated.
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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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