Well, that was fun! I must do it again some time - like, the next time Hell freezes over.
Things had been getting on top of old Pither and so he decided to get a different perspective on life. As is his way, he decided his predicament was best looked at through the bottom of a glass!
I took the decision to have a livener when a call to ales came from soon-to-move-to-Orkney chum yesterday. He was in the neighbourhood and wondered if I fancied popping out for a dry sherry at lunchtime. It seemed like a sensible idea at the time - two old pals thrashing out the problems with the world (and themselves) over a couple of foaming ales in front of a roaring pub fire - a sort of cross between Smith and Jones doing a head-to-head and Stadtler and Waldorf from The Muppets!
To be honest, I should have smelt a rat when my pal turned up - carrying a sleeping bag! (honestly!) Anyway, when I finally got home from our little outing I glanced at what seemed like my four watches and noticed it was..................3am!!!!!! Oh...my...God!!! That's what I call lunch. To say things got a little out of hand is like saying the Elephant Man would not have made a particularly good Avon representative.
We had ended up in Small Town which, like all towns, becomes Chav Central after 8pm. Things are pretty much a blurr but I do recall one place we visited was hosting a karaoke night. Have you ever heard a 23 stone, paralytic, sweaty oaf with beer stains down his shirt (no, not me) singing I Will Survive? It's an experience, let's just leave it at that. I think irony was lost on him.
A lot of the bars had notices up outside declaring that there was a strict dress code. Judging by the people inside, I'd love to have seen the fine print of those codes - "Men must wear a tie (around their waist) and a jacket (donkey variety). Ladies should wear some kind of cotton postage stamp and the management insists on them getting their baps out at any available opportunity - knickers forbidden."
We finally lurched into a vodka bar and spent a delightful hour knocking back chocolate, peppermint and chewing gum-flavoured (seriously!!) shots until whatever it was that had been in our systems was well and truly out.
Back at Pither Towers it was too late to order the normally obligatory curry and so we watched Python and Ripping Yarns until we both fell asleep in our respective armchairs - that's a full working day, lad!!
Anyway, considering the excesses of the night before, I don't feel too bad today. Soon-to-move-to-Orkney chum is still here - oh, how his wife will laaarf when he finally gets home - and I am preparing to do some work. As Peter Sellers said in the marvellous Balham, Gateway to the South, "It does you good to have a fling occasionally."
What can be Granthamed from this little experience? I think it has to be people who insist on growing old with grace and dignity.
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Friday, 9 February 2007
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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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