Sunday, 31 August 2008
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Friday, 29 August 2008
Thursday, 28 August 2008
I went to 'Links of London' this afternoon in Kingston and bought some charms for my bracelet. I bought three. The red and silver hearts are because I am a big romantic at heart (really - you don't say!)
My Mum and Dad bought this 45 single for me in about 1967. I love it and haven't heard it for ages. Of course I love it ...it's all about me, me, me!!!!! Obviously I know all the words and can sing the song all the way through...no decent video though - just twins off a knitting Pattern :)
Today I'm going to Kingston to visit this shop. It's a great shop and they have some really unusual and lovely things. I bought Dan one of these sweetie bracelets for her birthday (I think they're called that because they remind us of those bracelets made of sweets - pink, yellow, pale green, blue etc - that little girls everywhere love!), and liked it so much that a few days later I went and bought one for myself too!! I only have one charm on mine - which is a silver stirrup (no shit-sherlock), but today I may go and buy a couple more to add to it. They do about eighty different ones - so I may be in there quite a while choosing!!!! I'll let you know later which ones I got!
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
When I was about 15 I loved the band 'Van Halen'...those days were my heavy rock days - long hair and levis!!! Actually I still really really like rock music ...I think it's the rebel in me. I think that Sammy Hagar is a better singer than David Lee Roth, but it's a close run thing...I hope you enjoy this track :)
This very very rude, and very very funny - It has to be a spoof episode - as there's no way on this earth that this could have been on Children's television, mind you they let them get away with Captain Pugwash and the Magic Roundabout...didn't they?...and is it just me or is Jeffrey a bit of a tw*t?
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Monday, 25 August 2008
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Saturday, 23 August 2008
On Wednesday night Jo, Su and I went to Wembley to watch the footy. You all know I'm not a big footy fan - and I still don't get the offside rule. Jo's boss has an exec box at the new stadium, and therefore gets tickets to everything that happens there. The tickets were going begging - so Jo begged them and bagged them. The tickets for an exec box include free dinner and drinks all evening - and also include waiting staff to bring those drinks to you as you sit watching the game. Very nice too!!
Monday, 18 August 2008
Sunday, 17 August 2008
This evening when I was going to the yard to put Phoebe to bed for the night there was a guy standing at the side of the road at the entrance to the Hill (where we live). He looked lost and was speaking on his mobile phone. I stopped and asked him if he needed any help. He was waiting for his friend who was lost and was stuck at Tesco's car park at Brooklands. I spoke to his friend on the phone and rather than take ten minutes to direct him to where we were I just told his friend to hop in and drove him round to Tesco - then let them follow me back to the Hill. When we got back to the Hill I used my gate tag to let them into the estate - where they were visiting a friend's house for a party.
Friday, 15 August 2008
15th August 1989 : American hostages were being held in Iran and Lt. Col. William Higgins was murdered. President George H. Bush said that he didn’t retaliate militarily because the rest of the eight hostages might be killed if he did.
Monday, 11 August 2008
Today I broke a golden life rule. There aren’t many golden life rules in my life – basically because rules tend to make me rebel and behave in an o way and go against the grain, therefore it would be quite silly for me to impose rules upon myself. However there are one or two rules that I am quite happy to have in my book and the one I broke today is one of those. The rule is ‘Never, ever eat a MacDonald’s’. The reasons for this particular rule are numerous and varied. The quality (?) of the meat –MacDonald’s is 100% beef – that’s because they put the whole cow in a huge mincing machine – so you get EVERY part of the cow. (Hooves, skin, eyeballs, guts – everything….uuurgh!). The food is processed to within one inch of its life, and the fries are no more potato than I am (no comments please Christian – and yes, I know I bear a striking resemblance to Mr. Potato Head). The quality of staff (or lack of quality) in a Macdonald’s store - even with their ridiculous gold star awards – is so poor that they would make the staff in the neighbouring ‘Poundland’ store look like close relatives of Albert Einstein. I would never normally contemplate eating anything that had been prepared in the same county as them – let alone on the same counter top. Marry that with the fact that when I worked for Rentokil I saw more than my fair share of filth and grime in the back kitchens of Macdonalds premises around West Yorkshire, and you will understand why in more than 5 years anything from that particular establishment has not passed my lips.
However, today I broke the rule. It’s Cherrie’s fault as we were hungry – and she had a hangover and had been up most of the night with some guy – therefore chemically processed and irradiated carbs and annihilated pseudo-protein were what she required, nay craved – also – she is much younger than I am so her body can probably cope with the onslaught of poisons, chemicals and e numbers that go hand in hand with ingesting a Macdonald’s. I on the other hand, cannot cope. My Body is a temple and I leave the boots on the outside.
After my ‘Big Mac’, regular fries, sour cream dip and regular coke – I now feel dreadful. Sluggish, sick, compromised, ashamed, dirty, and such a slag. Tonight I will no doubt glow in the dark. No doubt at all. I knew there was a very good reason why I don’t eat Macdonald’s. I hereby make a pledge to the “Health-Police’ and anybody else who is interested that it will be a very long time before I ever make that mistake again.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
The driver starts getting mad at the noisy kid, who continues with, ''If my dad was an elephant and my mom a girl elephant I would be a little elephant.''
The kid goes on with several animals until the bus driver gets angry and yells at the kid, ''What if your dad was a drunk and your mom was a prostitute?!''
The kid smiles and says, ''I would be a bus driver!''