General
Scotsman Gets Hat-trick Shocker!
4Sadly, nothing to do with sport as
a/ the Scotsman is me and
b/ a Scottish Hat-trick???? are you mad??
The title actually refers to the fact I am being made redundant for the third time.
Arse.
And I was just about getting my head round all the linux tools and such like.
“At least it’s Sunny”, you may say. Ah yes, but remember there is every chance I’ll have to be tootling around Manchester in a suit, trying not to be to sweaty when I arrive. Excellent.
Still, i’ve been letting my X-box skills slip and this might be the perfect opportunity for a refresher.
Toting Guns With Jesus
0Charlton Heston, star of some genuinely classic films, portrayer of Moses, God and Ben Hur, right-wing gun nut (which reminds me – can we have his guns now his fingers actually ARE cold and dead?) passed away
and what’s the one thing that keeps going through my head?
If …oh, who am I kidding … WHEN you find this stuck in your head, it’s your own fault. You’ve been warned.
Didn’t Hear Tiddly-Om-Pom-Pom …
0… but had a great time in Brighton. Will expound at length when I get back from THIS weekend’s trip to Scotland.
busy busy busy.
Bucket – Check! Spade – Check! Lifeboat – erm
2I’m unreasonably excited about spending 4 days in Brighton. As I like Gene Vincent AND The Who, I was a bit worried where I’d be if it all kicked off on the beach, but I’m reliably informed they don’t do that any more. Even if they did, one swish of my hirsute bonce and mods and rockers would doubtless unite in cries of “get the hippy” which would at least give me the satisfaction of having brought them together.
Looking at the weather reports, my next blog post may well be about a weekend staring out of a hotel window and a comparison of anoraks and wellies. Ho hum.
Any cat fans concerned about my pampered felines need not worry. One swift trip to Argos and I’ve set up an electronically timed gadget to release food at regular intervals. The cats were suspicious of the new toy at first but they’ve now realised that unlike the regular feeding device, it serves food at the same time every day regardless of what time they jump all over it during the night. They’ve also got Red Leader on speed dial in case of emergency.
Fiona started packing about a week ago, ticking off items on her going-away-list and sub-lists thereof. A level of organisation well beyond me. I thought everyone does what I do – grab a rucksack the night before and go through the essentials :-
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– Socks/Pants/T-shirts – one per day (of each, I’m not Foreign or anything)
– Spare trousers
– Toothbrush (if you’re going with a bird)
– Comics/sweeties/music for train
Don’t they??
One Of Us
2Another winner from the government.
Once I can get the images of Nuremberg rallies out of my head, I think this will be a branch of logic I’ll LOVE. By proclaiming publicly that one is a loyal British citizen, one is filled to the brim with so much citizenship one BECOMES a loyal British citizen.
By which reasoning, I can stand in a barn whinnying, declare “I AM A HORSE!!” and win the Grand National.
Better yet, next time I’m at Manchester Academy, I shall leap on stage, declare myself a rawwwwkkkk god and boogie on down.
And therein lies the flaw. Others will follow my lead. The stage will be awash with expert musicians and suddenly what do we have??
A Supergroup.
Or worse, Lynyrd Skynyrd
(aw nuts – I forgot the unwritten rule – one mention of Skynyrd and you have Freebird in your head all day.
“eeeff ahh leee-ave here tooo-mawww-haww-rooowww…..” )