Not sure where you are these days. I posted this comment on Araminta’s blog. Continue reading “Hi Bravo”
I pity anyone living there. I went there not long ago to an away match, trust me, never again. On a casual stroll out on the seafront, I happened to stumble upon a bloke and a woman having an enormous shouting match which descended into violence Continue reading “Blackpool.”
On my most recent visit to my father the subject of Sir Elton, his partner and their baby came up. I don’t approve he does, we left it that.
It must have been E.S.P. my favourite columnist wrote a column on the exact same subject this weekend, it’s a quiet day on here so I reproduce it for your entertainment / amusement.
An open letter to Sir Elton John
Dear Elton, I am writing on behalf of the South African government to congratulate you on the birth of your bouncing baby boy, Zachary George Michael Jackson Canaan Banana Chastity Bono Furniture-John.
Does he have your eyes? I hope not. Please don’t be offended. You have lovely eyes. They bring out your teeth. But you do wear glasses Continue reading “Sir Elton, David and Baby Zach”
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I can reproduce all of my own innocuous comments if needed.
Things go wrong, I know. Nobody’s perfect are they? But it’s annoying when things go wrong that actually, you could usually do blindfolded.
I’m talking cooking. I completely take it for granted now after 30 odd years of cooking that I don’t need to think twice about whipping up a sponge, a pavlova, a casserole, a roast, a wicked crumble, a unique bread and butter pud, and, recently, reasonably yummy cheesecake. Continue reading “Surprise! Oh. Er….”
They are still out to get me you know. It’s something being harassed by a weird old lady in a wheelchair. It’s quite another thing shrivelling with embarrassment when a piece of supermarket technology starts shouting at you. Continue reading “Paranoia II”
I have been intermittently listening to snippets of radio today between home visits and as usual I heard the hype building.
Tomorrow we have to go to school, Techie and I – but just for one AS result and one maths paper result, as the main bulk of Techie’s results are coming out on Tuesday next week. Continue reading “Pre-results reportage”
Funny day really.
I wanted a tan to go with the dress I’d bought in South Africa the Christmas before last (on our last day in Cape Town) and that I haven’t yet worn, but want to wear on Saturday to a 50th birthday party. Continue reading “Blow job”
It’s Sunday! Day of rest! So let’s spend half of it preparing a huge meal that we don’t really need, and the other half dealing with the unholy amount of washing up that such a meal generates.
Spousal unit does the roast, and then floops about in ostentatious exhaustion. That effing roast would need way more trimmings to match up to the twenty other meals I cook during the week, mate.