I'll need to get a new kettle

I've just managed to completely boil away 3 pints of water because the switch doesn't work on my kettle. I put the kettle on then went into my bedroom. Some time later I came into the living room of my (tiny) flat. I thought - this seems warmer than normal. There was a funny smell. That's odd - I didn't think the pie smelled like that. (The pie I covered the computer monitor in - see below). Then I got to the kitchen and it was completely streamed out. Kettle still works - it's re-boiling just now....this time I'm going to wait here till it boils.

That's the monitor decorated then.

I just had a mouthful of pie (no - get yer mind out the gutter) mixed in with salad cream and it was a bit too hot. So I coughed it back up. Now my computer has been completely sprayed with the contents of my mouth.

Finally washed the plastic stuff

You're not meant to put plastic stuff in a dishwasher. So, all my plastic containers have been piling up on my kitchen sink. They all fit inside each other. You kow, ice cream containers, Vitalite tubs etc. They have been building up for months waiting to be washed. I mean literally months. It wouldn't surprise me if they've been there for a year. This time I'm going to take a note that I've washed them today.....just to see how long I do let them pile up for. Although it is now my intention to wash them more often before they get the chance to accumulate. This is all in my grand plan to have a more organised life. I am getting partly there. My book-keeping for the restaurant I work for is done mostly on the Monday now - with maybe it spiliing over for an hour on the Tuesday. Before it was half hours here, there and everywhere.

9pm
It's now 9pm and I have a pile of washing in a basket on the living room floor. I hang them up to dry in my hallway. If I hung them up outside in the garden I'd forget all about them. The only problem is I've run out of of clothes hangers to hang them up top dry on.

What the hell is this gaelic mince I'm listening to on the tv. It's like the old Billy Connolly joke.

"That's them at the shaggin' next door"
"How the hell do you know they're shagging?"
"Because I can hear a gaelic program on their tv"
"So?"
"Naebody listens to gaelic on the tv"

Is it worth it?

Makes me wonder if it's worth my while placing an advert in the local newspaper if this is all I'm greeted with each day. Pah!!

My Council Tax bill

Just thought I'd scan and post this. As usual - click on the pic to see it in larger size.

Coo Dunnit

I don't remember getting sent this picture but I found it in amongst some e-mailed pictures. 

The cyclist

This is what the fat bald git looks like as he sets off on his long cycle home. It has been pointed out that my cycle helmet is too small for my head. This is wrong. The helmet is the correct size - just my head is too big. I'm getting bored. I think I'll search my computer and just post random stupid pictures.

 

Cycle clip

10:00pm - that's when I realised I still had a cycle clip on my trousers.

Found someone I may know's blog

I searched for the football team I support on the blogs and found a blog from someone I may know in real life. Well, when I say know - I mean I've seen this person at the football a few times. This person made his blog (or Live Journal) private for his friends only - because he was worried he was giving out too much personal information and he may be stalked by some weirdo. He's only 16 - although at that age he could get married if he wanted to. His name is on his blog so the next time I'm at the football I'm going to ask someone his name just to see if I have the right person. AND NO - i am not the weirdo stalker. It's just to satisfy my curiosity. That's why I don't like to put my name or town on this blog.....although I have posted my own picture a few times. If I was a bastard (I am, I am) I could say to him I was reading his blog. Then he'd really shit himself as he goes to the football with his father every week. He looks quite a nerdy type at the football - but he tries to act the hard man on his blog. Twat. having said all that - I'm dreading someone coming up to me and saying they've read my blog.

Profound text

Quite a text. I like the last line. That's why I kept the text and photographed it.

Funny texts

Sometimes the text messages I get can be quite funny.

Fucking passwords

I was flicking through all the blogs - by clicking the link in the top right of my own blog and came across this blog that required a password to enter it. I pressed cancel as I wanted to move on to the next blog. Dialogue box pops back up again. I enter a random password. Nothing. Password box pops back up again. I can't go to any other tab in Firefox. In fact, all I can do is Ctrl-Alt-Del and shut Firefox down that way. What a fucking annoying blog. What is the point of it. Why put it into a public place if you don't want outsiders to visit it. Prat. 2pm and done bugger all today. That's it. I'm going to post this and re-boot this computer. It's been on for about 4 days now. I can understand leaving the one in my bedroom for 4 days or more. Even about 30 days. But this one usually gets re-started every day.

Not allowed to play in the snow

I remember in my youth at school that when it snowed we were allowed out into the playing fields to throw snowballs at each other. Rather than the school playground. The Deputy Headmaster (Slinky, as we knew him) would stand in the middle to make sure it didn't get too violent. He was just a target then. Whenever he faced one way, those behind him would bombard him with snowballs. When he turned round in the hope of catching someone then the other lot would bombard him. Now, I don't think they are even allowed out into the playground. I can slightly accept this today as it is mostly slushy there now - but they playing fields aren't. Health and Safety gone mad. Or is it Political Correctness? The same stupid rules that prevent people from playing conkers. I'd hate to be a child growing up today. Apart from the fact they remove your brain at 12 years old - judging from some of the neanderthals that wander the streets. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd - they don't even get the same amount of snow. When we were young it would be up to your knees. It would snow for weeks on end. The snow would constantly be replenished. Instead, it snows for a day. Then thaws out the next day. What use is that?

Photo Blog

Photo Blog
You'll have to right click on this and open it in a new browser window or a new tab otherwise you'll be taken away from my blog. I was clicking on the "Next Blog" at the top right of my blog and found this blog. It cames as a bit of a shock the find Tiffany and Debbie Gibson had done some nude photo shoots. They were 80's versions of Britney Spears. Except they were whiter than white.

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This is the ground where I spend most of my Saturdays. I suppose I've spent a fair portion of my life at the same spot (standing at the back of the stand on a bench). I first went there in 1977. 28 years later. Maybe 20 games a season at home. 1½ hours each week. Call it two hours as I'm there before the game and 15 minutes at half time.
The reason I took the picture today was to wind up the team we played yesterday. We did the double over them for the first time since 1979-80 season. That is, we won both the home league game and the away league game. They totally outplayed us yesterday. But we still won 2-0. Daylight robbery. Such fun. Anyways - I thought I'd post this picture on their forum and ask them if they would have been happy to see this sight yesterday knowing they got beat.

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The view out my living room window this morning. When the snow on the telephone wires thawed out it fell to the ground below and left lines in the snow. To start with I couldn't figure out why the lines were there. Not a very exciting picture I know but better than what it's like without the snow.

Snow's thawing

I went for a walk around my town today. I've lived here since the end of June 1989 but in all that time I've never actually gone for a walk without going somewhere. What I mean is, maybe I've walked about a mile in the town but I was always heading somewhere. Like the supermarket. Or the football. Because of the snow today I thought I'd go out and take a picture of the football ground covered in snow. Then I took a walk down to the prom and along the prom - but not on the pavement. I walked along the grass (covered in snow) next to the prom. It was great leaving a set of footprints in the snow where previously it was just a large white blanket.
It was weird at times. Because I was walking different from normal. I was lifting my legs higher than normal. My legs felt numb by the time I got home. Really strange. At least my tv is back on.
I'm in two minds about what I want to happen with the snow. Do I want it to completely disappear for tomorrow as I have to go to the restaurant for my book-keeping. Or do I want it to remain for a few more days.....but clearing up in time for the football next week. I met my cousin and he's clear about he wants. He's a greenkeeper at a golf club. He wants it to snow for the next week so he doesn't have to go to work.
Ach well, that's enough for my blog for now.

Snowing......

That caught me by surprise.
The satelite signal on my TV went out earlier on tonight. I've been going mad trying to find out what was up. Unplugging the thing and plugging it back in. I finally decided to call it a night (at 2:10am) and went for a pee before bed. All the curtains in my house are drawn so I got abit of a shock when outside is completely white.
So THAT'S what's buggered up my signal all night. Fuck. I hope it's OK in the morning and I don't have to get the TV guy out to sort it. I was even searching through my blog to see EXACTLY when I bought the Freesat. I was convinced it must be one year and one day - so it was outside my guarantee. I am convinced they have programmed the things to go wrong then.

Ah well. I like snow - but not when it fucks up my tv. Besides, it usually thaws within a few hours. We never get real snow here anymore. I blame Maggie Thatcher. Since she came to power we haven't had any real snow (apart from the winter of 81-82).

It's me again

I'm back.

What am I going to post about? Mobile phones.

I mostly only use it for texting. Very few people actually phone me. In fact, only one person actually phones me. She reads this blog now and then. YOU!!! Yes - you. I'm talking about you again. Somehow I'd managed to set my phone to vibrate when I left for the football. While I was at the football I had the phone in my hand and my hand in my pocket - I use the clock on it as I can't be arsed wearing a watch. Anyways, the phone started vibrating - which gave me a surprise and then I didn't recognise the phone number. I was meant to text someone the goals from the match I was at as he was away at a wedding. His phone didn't work where he was so he borrowed his girlfriend's phone to ask me the score just before half time. It was 0-0. His girlfriend supports the team we were playing against so must have been pissed off as I texted HER phone first to say it was 1-0 and then 2-0......totally against the run of play. Great. 26 years since we've done the "double" over them.