End Of Days

WARNING THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE OF AN OFFENSIVE NATURE THE REASON FOR WHICH IS THAT I AM JUST SO VERY VERY ANGRY.




It has come to my attention that that peice of tellyvisular effluence that is "Celebrity" Big Brother is back on our screens. My twitter feed has been filled with very little else. That is my own fault I suppose, but really it is at times like this that I despair for humanity, loudly wish everyone involved would fucking fuck the fucking fuck off and die a very long slow painful death - but after they have been forced to watch the ritual execution of all their loved ones.






In alpha order of cuntiness

Alex Reid - shagged some bint with big tits
Dane Bowers - no fucking idea
Heidi Fleiss - ran a brothel for hollywood film stars
Jonas Altberg - NFI
Katia Ivanova - quite littterally fucked a Rolling Stone
Lady Sovereign - pop tart
Nicola Tappenden - NFI but I'm lead to believe she's got big tits.
Sisqó - NFI
Stephanie Beacham - actress on, as they say, her "uppers" if she's reduced to this shite
Stephen Baldwin - the "other" Baldwin brother... no, not him the "other other" one.
Vinnie Jones - former footballer and actor of no repute.

Is this really the same species that produced the likes of Leonardo, Michelangelo, Newton and Darwin? Have we sunk SO low culturally and morally?

Ramdom Jottings

Lorks a lordy - go away for months and then two postings in two days! This might get to be a habit.

David Ford has announced a tour, with two do-able dates - Manchester and Liverpool. However given the current job situation, I have no idea what I'm going to be doing even as close as February so I can't book.

Seems that I have passed on my cold to the DSM, who is not best pleased. Can't say that I blame her, though it's good that we're not ill at the same time. And the weather has improved.

Doctor Who - sweet General Douglas McArthur! I fully understand the WHY but boy, the last time anything was milked that much it's name was Daisy. Also, while I'm a fan of David Tennant he's been all over the BBC this past fortnight like a cheap suit. Management need a bloody good talking too. This was nearly as bad as the U2 debacle.

Breaking Radio Silence

My ever faithful reader, The STB Good Doctor, has been pestering me over my lack of bloggage. This seems to prove my theory that childbirth addles the brain, if someone of her brainthesizeofaplanet intellect needs to read my peculiar ramblings in order to be entertained. BTW Debs, on a related point, the thing I learnt from changing babies' nappies [which I did for my cousins a long, long time ago] is that baby poo is both the most toxic and adheasive substance in the known universe.


As to why I stopped – this is best summed up by slightly paraphrasing Ms Mann...
"I could get specific but
Nobody needs a catalog
With details of shit I can't sell anymore"

Thus, moving on, what news from the front mein general?

Well, I received formal notification that I was being made redundant at the end of January. Given the amount of work I had been doing, I can’t say that this was a shock. Plus the rather handsome “payoff” I’m getting [all of which is tax free yum yum yum] means I can’t really complain much. However on a more realistic note, the money isn’t enough to retire on and getting a job at my age may prove to be a lot harder than the last time I looked, 12 years ago. My reaction to the news has of course been to try and ignore it, in the hope that it would somehow go away. I have spent the last 2 weeks sat in front of my shiny new tv [did I mention it’s HUGE btw?] watching the complete Battlestar Galactica from start to finish. The only reason I’m writing this is that I’ve finished it.

If I can motivate myself, Monday should find me updating my CV and registering on various job websites. Either that or it’s The Wire box set.

On the subject of BSG - two thing that struck me...
1] Of the two acknowledged homosexual characters in the series [no ames no spolers], both were portrayed as deeply flawed morally and ended up being shot.
2] How much fracking alcohol did everyone drink and where did it come from? Many of the lead characters seemed to be permanently pissed, and I’m not just on about the XO.

It's Another Day.

Had to go into work today to finalise some system updates on my laptop. That meant an early start and of course it had to be cold and raining, and of course the beloved canine decided to dawdle on his early morning walk. In other news I picked up my medication yesterday and found that they'd given me a double dose, which handily halves the cost, Something you have to think about when you're on a lifetime's presciption. I can also change which phamacist I collect it from, so I don't have to schelp half way across town every two months.

Here's To You Mrs Chatterley

Today's post brought with it yet more musical goodness. First up was the new edition of "The Word" featuring yet another Beardy Bloke on the cover which, while good, only served to remind me that I haven't finished reading LAST months copy. Fortunatly there are a few gigs coming up which should provide suitable reading time. Today also the arrival of the mighty Pelmet's 3rd record "The Graduate." I would do a review but in all honesty I couldn't really be objective and the biggest fault I can find with it is my own over familiarity with all the songs.

Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged

I have been trying and failing for the last hour to write today's blog entry about the complete and utter futility of everything so that didn't sound like some pathetic narcissistic cry for help. There were far many "I"s amongst the 100 words. So change of plan....

Today has been successfully spent in full Sunday mode. The beloved canine was walked , food was eaten and bad weather avoided. The rest of the time was spent re-reading Calvin & Hobbes cartoons and listening to the latest batch of "acquired" musical goodness. I was intending to call into the office tomorrow in order to complete some required updates for the laptop but that will have to wait 'till Tuesday as I've got to go to the Chemist's to get my prescription. If I can't get off the eye drops, will need to renegotiate exactly where I collect them from.

Good Days Bad Days I've Had One Of Those

Bad start to the day, as I had what the young folk would call an "Epic Fail" by not ensuring that the Pharmacy where I was supposed to be getting my eye drops, would actually be open on a Saturday morning. D'oh! As a result I'm now out till Monday.  However, to cheer things up a little today's post brought the new Terry Pratchett book "Unseen Academicals" wherein the game of football [proper footie, with pointy hats for goalposts] reaches the Discworld. I may well bump that up the list of "unreads" so it's next. A full review on completion.