I watched a documentary on the De Lorean fiasco the other night.
Obviously, I took in all the detail of the story.....about how John De Lorean was basically a crook, how his "revolutionary" new car was a disaster from the start, how Frank Chapman cleverly died to escape prosecution over the whole sad episode and how the British taxpayer stumped up millions to satisfy one man's ego.
It took about two minutes to ponder all that but I couldn't get one thought out of my mind at the end...........................I think De Lorean designed my dog Henry's ears!!! The fact that our Hen only has three legs only adds weight to the theory that De Lorean was involved in his design somewhere along the line.
(The Batman impersonator in the background, by the way, is the Devil Dog Caty).
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16 comments:
is that an old cop show on the tv in the background? the one with the guy who used to be in The Liver Birds? actually, I'm mixing that up with The Likely Lads, aren't I
I digress, anyhow - I don't really watch tv, but the other night I did and I caught about two minutes of some old cop show, featuring old cops or maybe it was a repeat, and one (old cop) was in a car and the other was leaning into the car and telling him something. . .
. . .and the shot on your tv screen looks just like the first moment of tv that I have watched in about six months
it's probably not that moment at all, but if it was that would be slightly weird
:-)
*goes off wondering if this comment will be moderated*
(I always thought that moderation would be far more fun if the blog author could actually edit the comments)(but then I have a crap sense of humour)
oh and I hate this bit, where your carefully crafted comment disappears into the ether. . .
:-(
and then it makes me laugh cos you could just write and write and write
and then I get kinda embarassed for making a complete tw*t of myself
so I remind myself that it's only a blog
not mine, obviously (I'll shut up soon) so I shouldn't take liberties really
sorry
(this is why dear sweet vicus has never linked me)
oh sh*t
you're there
maybe I should delete the comments?
is this making you laugh as much as I'm laughing?
;-)
I've just choked on my cup of tea
not the cup, obviously, the tea. . .
Hello ILTV,
Well, that was a comment burst-and-a-half!!
You'll see, and no doubt be pleased to know, that nothing gets cut, deleted or otherwise edited as far as comments are concerned - hence you'll find plenty of "Pither, you're a twat"s on this blog.
Secondly, you COULD say the programme on the box was an old cop show - it was The Return of Sherlock Holmes!! I don't know which story it was as I have the box on mute just to give me some flickering wallpaper while I'm working.
Good to hear from you. Keep in touch.
It would be so much easier if you'd just phone!
Have you been eating lots of sugary things? Wish I had your energy. I'd better wait until you've finished, I think.
P.S. The characters you can see on the screen are Dr Watson and Insp Lestrade. Hope that helps. I didn't want you to sit up all night worrying.
you are too kind
but I don't think I'd have worried about that
altho now I'm somewhat disappointed that we didn't have a moment of internet meets real life serendipity with the tv programme
(I'm easily disappointed)
I saw lots of sports car when I went on my holidays a short while back - but I think they were Lambosomethingorothers not that one from the film about time travel
I don't really eat sugary things, usually I blame the coffee and fags - altho my coffee machine broke a while back (doesn't your heart just bleed for me) and yesterday I ran out of Nescafe - hence the cup of tea this morning. . .
can you blame tea and fags for this kind of whittering on? does whittering have an h? shall I stop now?
actually, I'm curious about why you need wallpaper to work - and whether you have the box on mute so you can play music in the background instead? (and what kind of music you like) (I'm a curious inquisitive type)(that some people would just call nosey)
anyhow, who needs sugary things and energy like mine when you are on this kind of sensory overload? I used to do everything in complete silence with no background flickering - but my circumstances have changed recently and I was going to write about this today (and smoking), but was strangely distracted by your arrival chez moi
however, you did mention the W word, so I suppose I should distract you no longer and leave you to the sorts of activities that pay the bills
TGIF - do you like Crunchies?
:-)
(and I didn't phone because I'm not very good at talking)
blast - it did that disappearing thing again
this is a little like Dr Who!
ILTV,
You smoke - therefore you are a fine person. From now on, you can witter to your heart's content.
P.S. The flickering wallpaper thing is all about sensory stimulation. I would have someone tickle my feet while I work as well but I can't afford a live-in maid (pauses for dreamy thought and resolution to earn more for life's little extras).
*tickles*
(ever so gently)
*blows*
(no, not smoke, I chew gum in between; just a gentle sort of sensual whispery kind of sweet nothing of a blow in between the tickling)(good thing it was only your feet that you wanted tickling, or else I'd be in all sorts of trouble)(what do you mean "earn more"? you mean you are a blogger who also actually earns money by writing? I'm very impressed with your multi-tasking)
(but what sort of music would you put on, if you did want aural stimulation too?)(I double checked my spelling of that one)(hope vicus doesn't read your comments, the ever so sweet persona I adopt for his comments would be ruined by this)(especially since I hardly even know you)(have you really spent over sixteen hours 11 mintues and 42 seconds - in total - reading my blog? or do you just leave everything on your screen while you do other far more interesting things in between leaving your comments?)(told you I was nosey)
g*d, I hate that bit
I was logged on while working. I have just been checking in from time to time. I have, however, now finished work and so it's on with the rubber badger suit and time to play.
The Duck and Gynaecologist beckons.
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