Clocks going forward

Well the clocks are going forward in about half an hours time.....or is it at midnight. I never can tell. Maybe the clocks in my flat will be back at the correct time as I can never be arsed changing them. No more cycling home in the dark. It's also a reminder of my life getting older and nothing being achieved. Christ - I'll be 40 in three months time yet still think I'm 18. Although, 18 year olds these days seem to have their brains removed.

Another picture - blue again. Taken five minutes later according to the filename. Meant to be of a ferry of people escaping. Think I'll need to take a proper camera. At least with the clock changing on Sunday it was be in darkness from now on.

This phallic like structure on the beach on my way home tonight. It was dark, I was using my mobile phoe - and I haven't a clue why it has turned out blue.

Nine naked men just walking down the street

An amusing link. There was a debate on naturism in the Basement of SA-UK many moons ago. It got a bit heated and someone posted this link to lighten the mood a little.

http://www.pureesoiree.be/Post/?P_ID=3869

This picture was removed from the SA-UK website because it contained nudity. It's a cartoon for fucks sake.

Hosepipe ban

They're talking about this already on the news. Hahaha. Reminds me of a recent incident in my flat.

At about 11pm I thought I'd go for a shower so I turned on the water but came back through to my living room. Fell asleep on the settee and woke up at 2am. Went straight to bed and forgot all about my shower running. I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom to be greeted by a wall of steam. The stupid part was when brushing my teeth - I turned the tap off to conserve water.
I started to strip the wallpaper off the wall probably about ten years ago. I gave up because of my back trouble and operation. Leaving the shower on all night certainly helped strip a lot more off the wall. Dread to think what my electricity bill is going to be like leaving a shower on for about 10 or 11 hours.

The blog next to mine

life

I just clicked on the "Next Blog" at the top right hand corner of my own blog and found this gobsmackingly gorgeous girl from the USA. Thank goodness there isn't a "Previous Blog" and she read about some fat and bald git perving over her.

My name is Longshot Kickdebucket and I am a compulsive hoarder. Just found a couple of these sachets in my kitchen. Best before December 1995. Still, they're well sealed so they should be OK to eat.

SA-UK :: The Lounge :: Fashion

SA-UK :: The Lounge :: Fashion

A post of mine about fashion....or rather lack of it.

Should I get this for the back of my bike and look a complete tit?

After the tidy up. 

Before the tidy up of my desk in the living room. 

This is the rubbish across the street from my flat looking out my bedroom window. I might take another photo of it tomorrow.....by which time it is usually grown in size as everyone round about decides to get rid of their rubbish the same way. 

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Back to the "bad old days"

Saturday's excursion to the football seemed like a return to my bad old days of about 15 years ago.

1½ pints before setting off

1 pint in the pub before the game

2 cans of lager from the off-sales (actually it was a garage) for the first half

1 pint in the pub at half time

the hailstones were bouncing off my bald head on the way back to the game

2 cans of lager from the off-sales for the second half

1 pint of lager on the way home

several pints of lager before going home - at which time I do not know.

The bad old days of about 15 years ago I'd probably have drunk about 15 pints before the game even started.

It didn't start off to well either. The person giving me a lift to the game couldn't get into my flat as some eedgit had locked the yale lock on the outside "close" door. He phoned me four times and left messages on my answer phone but I was in the shower - I got his call at the fifth attempt. Needless to say the lock has now been removed from the door by me......the final straw was when I got locked out of MY OWN FLAT by this eedgit. The lock was only meant to be used at lunchtimes to stop a group of about a dozen schoolgirls eating their lunches on the steps but it is being used all the time now. The postman wasn't able to deliver mail.

I've still got a hangover on Tuesday because of saturday's exploits.

Sent my wee sister a text message

I sent my first text message today on my mobile phone. She must have been surprised when it arrived as I've always maintained I'd never get a mobile. So what was her reply?

Wot made u get a mobile?

Why can't people talk in proper English on text messages. I know it takes a wee bit longer.

I don't think I could ever live without my mobile. Fuck off fatty - you've only had it a week now - don't talk pish. As I've only phoned on it a couple of times and sent e-mails to myself (easiest way to get pictures off my mobile) I can't see me ever relying on it.

It does come in handy for getting e-mails on a football mailing list I'm on. I get a text alert any time a new e-mail arrives and it goes and looks for e-mails to download every half hour anyway.

Nathan Barley

Is this funny or not?

Well, sometimes it's funny.....sometimes it just makes you cringe. A bit like "The Office" (if the Office was funny). I missed the first half of the show tonight so didn't know what the hell it was about and I was just about pissing myself laughing. Maybe that is the trick. Just watch the second half of the show......and then maybe watch the first half when it's repeated later.

Time to shave my head I think. And shave the moss off my face as well. I'm sick of having a Chris Moyles face when I smile.

I've found out the mysterious beeping noise I was hearing (see the post below) WAS coming from my phone. I found out while cycling home and heard the beeping noise coming from my pocket and couldn't blame anything else. Don't know why it's beeping. It doesn't tell me these things.

So what are you looking at here? Well, it's another of my obsessions. I'll peel the stick labels off of my 6 pint milk cartons and stick them on top of each other. Been doing it for years now. To the right of it there is a 50p coin standing on it's edge to let you see how tall the pile of labels has become. 45mm tall or 1¾ inches. Get a life fatso. What else is in the picture. Some jam. Some 35mm slides from 1979 and a slide viewer. Don't ask me why they are in my kitchen.....I might just tell you and you'd end up wanting to kill yourself. 

Inside the cramped office where I have to work. Now I've got my mobile phone I'm taking pictures of every piece of crap I can find. I took a picture of my bike and a metal boat across the road from my little office.

I keep on taking pictures of my face but every angle I take it from it looks fatter than when I look in a mirror. Maybe the camera doesn't lie and I do have a fat face. I must have the opposite to what anorexics suffer from. When I look in the mirror don't see a fat person but when I go on the scales they tell me I'm nearly 17 stone.

Something keeps on beeping and I'm fucked if I know where it's coming from. I thought it might be my phone - but it's in the kitchen now and the noise is from over this side of the room. There it goes again.

I ate all the pies
I ate all the pies
I'm a fat bastard
I'm a fat bastard
I ate all the pies

Mmmmmmm donuts.