Friday, 27 June 2008
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Friday, 20 June 2008
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Darling and King
The New Morecambe & Wise?
We were in fits of laughter when both men urged restraint in wage demands to combat higher prices of, well everything really!
They both demanded that we keep our wage rises below 4% - absolutely hilarious!! I was given 2.5% this year, my wife's employer didn't put her wage up at all, I don't know what Mr King is on but I know that Darling and the rest of his fellow MP's voted themselves a pay increase of around 25% (No, I haven't missed a decimal point out!) in April / May time.....
Did they know something we didn't??
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
How wrong I was.
I attended the funeral of a friend of my wife last Friday and was amazed at the respect shown to the cortege.
At a busy T junction traffic in both directions stopped to allow the whole procession to turn right, the same thing happened turning right into the Crematorium.
Respect. (And for my younger readers "respek...innit?")
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Snapped this little chap, chomping on a snail (shell and everything!) behind one of our flowerpots. Quite odd to see a Hedgehog in the daytime so I had to take a few snaps of him. He didn't seem particularly phased by his new-found celebrity and happily chomped on some of our left over Sunday lunch.
(I say 'chap' - could be a 'chap-ess'!!)
For more ABC Wednesday snaps visit Mrs Nesbitt's Place.
Monday, 16 June 2008
Sunday, 15 June 2008
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Secondly, I had a record number of comments on my SWF post this week and I'm chuffed to bits about it.
I must get ill more often!! (Erm, no, scrub that thought!!! LOL)
Anyhow - thanks for visting.
Friday, 13 June 2008
According to the Daily Mirror, Friday the 13th is no longer unlucky - so you can relax for what remains of the day...
"If the superstitious among you are worried that today's date (Friday the 13th) could bring you a lifetime of bad luck then don't.
Dutch statisticians have established that the date is actually safer than an average Friday with fewer accidents and other unfortunate incidents happening.
The number of crashes on the roads is also less and statistician Alex Hoen from The Dutch Centre for Insurance Statistics said: "I find it hard to believe that it is because people are preventatively more careful or just stay home, but statistically speaking, driving is a little bit safer on Friday 13th." (Copyright Daily Mirror - click to read article)
However Sky News paints an entirely different picture! (Stay at home, at all costs!!)
Another link to the subject: Why is Friday 13th Unlucky?
Thursday, 12 June 2008
For far more interesting sky watch pictures please visit Tom at Wiggers World.
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Too unwell to even upload my 'U' picture - which, was a definite winner I can assure you LOL! (Something to do with Unicorns and Union Jacks on an upturned Umbrella!!!)
Will try later. (or in 25 weeks! -if I can ever catch that Unicorn!!)
In the meantime visit Mrs Nesbitt's Place for really good ABC Wednesday posts, and wish me a speedy recovery!
Friday, 6 June 2008
The question is: When did you last complain about the weather?
I live in Britain. Complaining about the weather is a compulsory national pastime, enjoyed by all.
I last complained (I'm proud to say) about twenty minutes ago when I opened our front door and was blasted with a wave of heat. Glorious sunshine today and I'm still complaining!!
Visit Authorblog for more weather complainants.
In 1289, the wealth of the house was badly affected by a disastrous fire in the church. In addition, Scottish raids during the 1300s reduced the value of its lands and led it to take in refugees from monastic houses further north, who were more badly affected by raiders.Eventually Gisborough became one of the most popular and wealthy religious houses in Yorkshire and it controlled large amounts of land in the area.The house was dissolved in 1540 as part of Henry VIII’s Reformation of the Monasteries and the buildings became the property of the Chaloner family, who still hold them today.
A conversation overheard outside our house a few days ago:
"What did you do that for you stupid f***ing c**t?"
"Don't f***ing lie to me or I'll f***ing batter you. You nicked our Kelsey's f***ing lager, didn't you?"
"I f***ing didn't, you stupid old c**t!"
And so it went on, for about ten minutes, right outside our house. What is horrific about this conversational gem is that it took place between a mother and her child, the child was about five or six years old, the mother about twenty, and the conversation took place at around 11:30pm.
What's more, the mother was drunk.
I could lie and say that this sort of occurrence was unusual, but I'm afraid it's not - it is the norm around here. I see it every day (and night) and I see more and more of it. Parents who are still at school, 'caring' for the offspring they got whilst drunk, or in order to get a council property that they could mess up along with the rest of their lives, children who have to grow up so quickly so that they can fend off their parents. It saddens me, and it scares me.
What is worse than all of this is that nobody says anything - no one dares to confront these people for fear of the backlash, not even the police or community wardens who, if we complain to them about antisocial behaviour (and we used to) tell us we have to be tolerant of those in a worse off position than us - I'M the one who's worse off!!! THEY live the life of Riley on MY taxes, and whilst I'm out working all day, they slob around in their filthy hovels (complete with all the latest technical gadgetry that I couldn't possibly afford) only venturing out to sign on, or go shopping with their milk tokens and my money (taxes) buying enormous cheap gold earrings and the latest sports shell suits and Reebok trainers, and then at night, when I want to settle down, out they come with their incomprehensible music(?), cheap lager or cider, foul mouths and even fouler attitudes.
It may sound like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown letting all this stuff get to me (or perhaps I'm turning into a Tory!!) - I assure you I'm not, it's just that at times I have to write down what I see around me and note how it makes me feel - otherwise I probably would 'snap' through the injustice of it all!!
Tolerance, my ar*e!! (Vicky Pollard image courtesy of the BBC)