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Monday, 17 September 2007
Cast Off, Mr Pither!!!
Hours of endless fun can be had with homonyms, you know? Ok, maybe not.
Well, today was the day! Six weeks after I left hospital having undergone surgery on the bust tendon in my left knee I was back at the hospital.....and they took the bloody cast off at last!! Hurrah!!!!
Oh, hello again scratching, hello again sleeping in my bed (as opposed to on top of it with my leg raised on a beanbag) and, most fantastically of all, hello again bathing! Showers are fair enough but nothing beats a long soak, as the tall alcoholic once boasted.
Sadly, I can't bend my knee at all and am still wobbly on my feet so I still have to use crutches. Also, the real pain begins now with endless physiotherapy.....but I'm bipedal again!
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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!!
11 comments:
(re the knitting - wrong image: you have to finish your row before you cast off. . .)
yipee for you! hope you put half a bucket of Radox in to celebrate
does this mean you now have one of those legs that's all thin and looks out of proportion to the other?
what are you going to do with the cast off cast? you could use it as a planter for herbs on your windowsill perhaps, or an unusual wrapping for a long thing present, or spray it gun metal silver and have it as an object d'art in your home, or send it to Blue Peter and they could slice it up thinly and make a Wembley Stadium arch out of it. . .
(I'm quite jealous really - the only bone I've ever broken is a knuckle and I didn't get a cast for that)
good luck with the physio
Great. To celebrate, let's go out and get legless.
BGT
That should make it easier to get to the Pub!
I'm happy for you and wish you marry scratching.
ILTV,
Ok, you caught me out. I know tap all about knitting (except for the knitting together of two bits of snapped tendon). Fash'n'rash'na Google images!
As to uses for the cast off cast, the planter was quite an inspired idea - mushrooms had already begun to grow on the inside. Said cast-off's actual fate was to be tossed aside into the bin. Ain't that always the way. You work tirelessly for someone, support them, help ease their pain and what happens?
BGT and Fish,
I sense a common theme.....and "yes", this weekend shall be legless time!
Well, we were both retorical!
you didn't knit that lovely bobble cap you're sporting then? would you like a new one for xmas?
*casts on*
Ooh I say, yes please! Rather!!!
Since youre full of energy now, with your cast off, beer in one hand and singing Fuck you Mr. Bush,
it seems the right time to tell you, YOU have been tagged.
Check out my blog for further info.
Dont look at me like that, its not like this is my idea. All I want is for you to suffer as much as I did.
Cripes! That sounds ominous. I shall visit forthwith.
Welcome back to the land of the upright, big boy! When do you start the charity walk to Orkney?
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