Getting out of bed in winter is difficult.
Central heating has made things so much easier.............but you still have to leave that beautiful, warm, cosy bed to delouse yourself and treat yourself to a dawn rectal scrape in the bathroom. Then you have to pull on the comedy rubber badger's costume you need for work. Then you have to take that massive step and open the front door, scrape the ice from the windscreen of the car and dive inside, awaiting the heater to kick in.
Yes, leaving the warmth of your home to face the rigours of the British winter is indeed a shock to the system. It is certainly not helped when you are about to leave the bedroom for the descent into the big freeze, you look back at that gorgeous bed you never wanted to leave......................and you see this.......................
"Explain again what a mortgage is - only later. I'm really tired."
"Yes, bye dear! Turn the light off again would you?"
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Wednesday, 24 October 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!!
6 comments:
From where can one obtain these comedy rubber badger costumes of which you speak, please?
Gordie,
I got mine from a "special" shop in town which also sells a wide variety of German and Danish art magazines. Here's a tip for you.......it's worth paying the extra £12.65p to get the deluxe outfit because it has a non-perishable gusset and detachable sexual organs.
Oh quit moaning and bring home the bacon.
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Will knit you a willy warmer if you like, yours Edna (mrs)
now I was going to ask if you were a dog would that mean you could lick your own. . .
but then I thought it wasn't very ladylike
so I restrained myself
and now I am entertaining amusing thoughts of the two of you in rubber comedy badgers outfits with detachable sexual organs
there are shops that only sell detachable sexual organs, I have heard
but I never investigated that any further
obviously - blogging is my substitute
*goes off humming Gloria Gaynor*
Be careful not to wear them in the countryside, you'll either be gassed if your lucky or set upon by fat sweaty men with shovels and nasty sharp little dogs, have your limbs broken and then be ripped apart for sport. Actually come to think of it I know one or two people that would pay for that.
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