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Thursday, 7 June 2007

One Giant Sleep For Mankind.


It's telly selly time again and the soothing advert calls on us to "Try the new Tempur mattress. Originally developed by NASA for the U.S. Space Program."
How the fuck is saying that something was made to be used by astronauts supposed to be a ringing endorsement to us poor saps down here on earth?
My understanding of astronautical life is that you spend most of it floating around in a giant tin can and so only manage to grab 40 winks when you occasionally come to rest up against a wall or on the ceiling. I don't know about you but, being lumbered with gravity 'n' all, I tend to lie down when it's bobos time and so a mattress designed to wedge in between the dado rail and the top of the wardrobe is about as much use to me as an ashtray on a motorbike.
Also, in space you are virtually weightless and so could get a decent kip on a bed of fucking nails! I don't hear them advertising the Spear and Jackson Pointy Pad Posturematic, do you?
Added to all this, I believe astronauts spend their journeys pulling 7G, upside down while travelling at 3,000-miles-an-hour through a void. Again, even though my head has occasionally spun when I've gone to bed after a night on the sauce, I can't ever recall being subjected to more than the normal force of gravity (although a just-eaten curry can make it seem as though you are) and Pither Towers has yet to shoot off down the road in the early hours at anything even approaching the legal speed limit, let alone warp factor seven!
No, it's about as fucking informative as saying a certain type of comb or a particular coat hanger was developed by NASA. You comb your fucking hair. You hang your fucking clothes up. There aren't different ways of doing these things! You do them just the same en-route to Alpha Centauri as you do in your own grief hole.
It all started with Teflon, I seem to recall. We all ran out and bought "non-stick" frying pans after we were told that the Teflon-coated Apollo 11 capsule hadn't stuck to any other spacecraft when it went through the NASA drive-through car wash after the moon landing.
Tempur's website, would you believe, actually carries a logo bearing the legend "The only mattress and pillow recognised by NASA and certified by the Space Foundation". BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!! As Graham Taylor might say, "Does that not impress me!" Anyway, are they seriously trying to tell us that if Buzz Aldrin had taken his Woolworth's sleeping bag with him to the moon and Mission Control had found out they would have left him there? Bollocks.
"Aw, lads, lads! If I promise to sling it can I come back in?"

No, NASA can go to Grantham, along with Tempur mattresses.

1 comment:

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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!!
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".