My rabbit food meal

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This looks disgusting on this computer monitor but it looked tasty on my computer at work. Still, this is what I am just about to eat. I took a picture at 3am(ish) and then bunged it in the fridge as it was too late to start eating then.
So why did I have it on my computer at work. Well, to transfer the picture from my camera to this computer requires the camera to be switched on and a cable attached from it to the USB hub. When I disconnect it sometimes it freezes the computer. I couldn't be arsed doing it this morning so I took the smart media card and a card reader to work and transferred it to that computer and then to a floppy disc. I then brought the floppy home with me. It meant I could look at what I was coming home to all day as I only had six sandwiches to keep me going all day. It's now 10:25pm so I think it's time I ate the bloody meal.
And the funny thing is I will have an identical meal to look forward tommorow night as I made two of the same meal.

Time to start worrying

I've been wondering lately if I'm going a bit mad. Well, it's nearly 3am and I'm stood on a set of steps in the kitchen taking aerial photos of the meal I intend having the following night. Scary.

The moth commited suicide

The moth that scared the shit out of me (a previous post) has just commited suicide. Even though it's nearly 2am I still haven't been fed yet. So how am I obese according to my BMI......maybe it's the full packet of biscuits you've munched your way through this evening. So I just put on the remains of the packet of diced carrots and swede on the cooker and turned my back and when I looked at the pot again I see the moth in there.
I think it'll be too late to actually eat this, this evening (ehm, morning). I'll also be having "sweet and crunchy salad" - a mixture of iceberg lettuce, red cabbage and carrot. Another mix I have is a tin of spam chopped up into tiny cubes, rice and a tin of corn all mixed together with some salad cream. I don't eat all of this - part of it I already ate at lunchtime - mixed in with parsley sauce (instead of the salad cream). Six slices of cucumber and tomatoes.
So if it's too late to eat all that healthy food what will I be having at this late hour :

How dense am I? I spent the time scanning this instead of eating it. What I should have done was empty the sachet into the bowl, flatten the packet and then scan it......while it was being cooked. No brains whatsoever. This cost the massive price of 69p - the observant amongst you will have noticed I bought two of these on 1st May. The salad mix (sweet and crunchy) was 99p on that receipt for a twin pack. The Spam cost £1.39. The packet of digestives I munched my way through earlier this evening cost 39p. The Swede and carrot was bought on 22nd April and cost 49p.
I did take a picture of this same meal earlier and posted it here :
http://fatandbald.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-heres-duplicate-of-meal-ive-just.html
I think I'll take another picture this time using my digital camera rather than my mobile phone camera.

I'm obese

While visitng the death clock I had to calculate my BMI (Body Mass Index). I'm 6'1" tall and weigh 16½ stone. Maybe less - I'm not sure about my dodgy scales. This gives me a BMI of 30 - which comes under the category of obese. The annoying thing is if I was 6'11" (it doesn't go any taller) then my BMI would be considered "Desirable" as it was only 23. But I don't think I'd desire to be that tall.


Just fucking shit myself there - a tiny moth started flying in front of the computer monitor. Jesus - that's knocked a few years off my death clock in one go.

The yellow hedge

I mention below about playing tennis against a wall - on top of the wall was a hedge. Well, here's the famous yellow hedge.

To the left of little sis's head (I'm aware I haven't mentioned her name) you can just make out the goalposts of the football pitch mentioned in the previous post. You can also see the top of the "baby swings" as well as the chute - but you don't know what you're looking for so it was pointless me telling you. I don't even know who "you" are. Grass looks as though it could do with being cut.
My middle brother used to cut the hedge for my mother. He's always do it when she went on holiday and she never knew why. Well, he used to use the hover mower turned on it's side to cut the hedge. Not a very wise thing to do - hence the reason for waiting for the parents to go on holiday before doing it. When you get to a certain age you don't want to be seen with your parents so you avoid going on holiday with them. That way you can get plastered for two weeks without them knowing.
My mother went through a crazy stage with that hedge. It grew much larger and she cut bits out of it so it looked like castle turrets.
While going through all the pics - all the best ones seem to be of my little sister when she was about this age.

My old house

Following on from my post about playing tennis in front of my house - well, here's a picture of my wee sis in front of the house.


If you can see a reddish like strip behind her - that's where we used to play football. We played that much the grass disappeared and stones started coming through to the surface. Never was sure where the boundaries of that picth were. You could end up chasing a ball through the swings and it still wasn't out for a throw in. She's on the "baby swings" as we called them - although that didn't stop us from using them as well. It won't be visible in the picture as you won't know what you are actually looking for - but there is actually a path you can take from our house down to the swing park. It is behind the yellow post. The area behind her head is full of brambles and nettles. In summer/autumn we had to collect them for my mum to make jam. Unfortunately the ball sometimes ended up in this area.

Digital cameras
Just looking through all these old photos I just wish digital cameras had beed available back then. Photographs were rare because they were expensive. But with a digital camera you can take photos of anything. I'd love to be able to go around the whole of this swing park and be able to point out bits and describe them. For instance - futher to the left I'm sure there was a wee stream that used to come down into this area. A really small stream I mean. I think someone once told me that before the football pitch was there this used to be a basin like area - filled with water from this stream. They might just have been lying though. Need to ask the parents this one.

Why did I have to hold that flowery thing?

I've just been thinking about the picture below.
http://fatandbald.blogspot.com/2005/05/slightly-gay-looking-me.html
or at that link.
It was my favourite picture of me until I saw the flowery thing and though it made me look gay. I wish I was good at Photoshop and I could maybe alter it into something more masculine looking. It looks like I'm wearing some kind of school top. Reminds me of mate from school. We were playing tennis on a REALLY hot day. I was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. He was wearing his school jumper and long trousers. After complaining about the heat I told him to take his jumper off. He did. There was an identical grey jumper on underneath.
He used to wear wellington boots all the time. I mean ALL the time. he was probably wearing them while playing tennis.

Why I was crap at tennis
I was crap at tennis. I blame it on the wall outside our front garden.
I'll draw a diagram later to explain the layout of the area in front of my house. But, in short - we had a wall which was about tennis net height with a hedge above it. So I used to hit the ball against this wall. Unfortunately that meant I was always hitting the ball at the height of a tennis neight - never above it as it would go into the hedge.

Holy shit - the computer just flickered. Count for a few seconds just in case it was lightning...........phew. It wasn't.

My football team weren't thinking

My football team decided rather than play their final league game of the season on a Saturday they got the fixtures secretary to schedule them a game as quickly as possible. The reason being that they could then stop paying their players expenses for coming to training until the pre-ssason training begins in July. Unfortunately, they must have forgotten, or not realised that all the cup winners and league winners in the West Region go into an end of season competition. This competition can't begin until all the winners are known. And that won't be until the start of June. So they'll be twiddling their thumbs for the next month.

Thunder and lightning (again)
I've mentioned my fear of thunder and lightning before on this blog. It's now getting to that time of year again. It had that kind of feeling today. I was sat in my living room watching the view out my bedroom window on the CCTV camera. There seemed to be rain falling - but when I looked out the living room window.......nothing. Then the ground started to look wet. The view through the camera isn't perfect - the colour goes weird at times. So I wasn't 100% sure the ground was getting wet. The cars going by didn't have their wipers going. It was raining. So what's this got to do with thunder and lightning. Well, when it's this kind of day and the lights suddenly dim or there is some crackling on TV I then start counting the seconds anticipating thunder. I was told that for every second between the lightning and the thunder represented 1 mile away. I did my own calculations based on the speed of sound I think and came out with the theory that for every 5 seconds it was one mile. Is that right (talking to myself) - does that mean for every second is 1/5th of a mile? I think I'll go back to my old way of thinking. And if that is incorrect I don't want it correcting by anyone reading this blog.

Trying to be young again

As my 40th birthday fast approaches I'm trying to be young again. I haven't wore jeans since I was about 16 but I've recently ordered 3 pairs. One half decent pair and a two pair set for £18 (probably last a couple of weeks). The half decent pair are marked on the catalogue companies website as returned. I probably wasn't in when they tried to deliver. At least they've stopped leaving the parcel on the steps leading up to my flat.

Death Clock
The death clock says I'm going to die in 11 years time. I tried it earlier and it said 17 years but when I changed my mode to pessimistic it said 11 years.
http://www.deathclock.com/
(you'll need to right click on this and open in a new window/tab if you want to read the rest of my entertaining blog)

My toilet's broken

For the technically minded - it's the metal S thingy hook that goes from the cistern handle to the thingummyjig inside. It broke on Sunday (1st May). I wonder when I'll actually get round to doing something about it.

My own poster

This is a lamp-post near me.

I should add my own poster to the top of it.


I'd break me neck falling off the post though.

Championeeeeeeeeees

Well, we are Champions. A combination of us winning 3-1 and our rivals having a shock 1-2 defeat means not only are we promoted but we've won the league.

A slightly gay looking me

I wasn't sure about posting this to start with. Picture must be about 30 years old now. The tree behind me is now huge and has been joined by many other trees.

I think I look a bit gay - look at the stupid flowery thing I've got in my hand if you don't believe me. Is that gay or what? Maybe my lack of girlfriends is not due to be being an ugly social misfit but secretly I'm gay. I can see a slight problem with me being gay though. I just don't find blokes attractive. And while the prospect of receiving a blow job is something to look forward to - giving one is not something I want to do. Maybe I'm not gay after all.

My mother made me a homosexual.
If I gave her the wool, would she make me one too.

Looking down on the street

Now that I've got my A3 poster in the window (see the post a few below this one) I've placed a CCTV camera looking downwards to see people looking upwards at it. And possibly hearing them mutter "Christ, that blokes a feckin' nutter" as they walk by. I caught this cyclist going by on my tv earlier.

Some pics of me and ma wee sis

Wearing a (very) old fashioned motorcycle crash helmet.



Little sis trying to escape into the field behind our house



So that's why I was called "Chinky" at school - before the term was regarded as racist.

Don't vote - it only encourages them

I've created a poster for my bedroom window which overlooks a street. Across the road is a polling station, although the rest of the time it is used as a Primary School.




DON'T VOTE
It only
encourages
them

Comment I made on someone elses blog

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A shopping receipt

That post I tried to post was gobbled up in hyperspace.

I bought a sieve for 99p. An exciting life I live. £30 cash back - yippee. They really give you money if you ask for it. Nice supermarket.



It was the lovely Rachel serving me again.

Looking back through mny blog

Just been looking back at the early days of my blog. Pretty much the same as today. Writing about the same things. I was moaning about spam back then. A year ago my football team were 6th in the league and had suffered 1-9 and 0-9 defeats.

I really am getting old - I can't understand what young people are talking about anymore. I read other people's blogs and it's as if they are talking a different language. Some of the times I have to go to their profiles to see if they really are talking in a different language. It must have started with these fucking text messages you get with mobile phones....something I will never own. Shortening words and all that crap.
This is what I wrote a year ago. I was thinking much the same about an hour ago. Although now I do own a mobile phone.

Dreaming

I has a dream that I was cycling home and just about got to my flat but there was a group of youths milling about nearby so I switched my lights on my bike off and moved slowly towards the flat. But the lights didn't go completely out and I had to put my hands over the lights. I was wearing black knitted gloves. Nothing strange in that - that's what I do wear in winter. When I got to the entrance to my flat there was a huge police van parked at the door. But it was parked on the pavement and about 6 inches from the door which meant I couldn't get into my flat.
What does it all mean?

Ooooooooooh - just noticed we're into a new month. At the end of this month I will be 40. And so will Brooke Shields for we were both born on the same day.