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Whi… Kid

Absolutely wicked!

My day so far…

Worked two hours, paid the rent, shopping (unsuccessfully) for handkerchiefs, lunch 11am – 3pm, nap 3:30 – 6pm…

And here I am, still under the affluence of incohol. I didn’t mean to, I rarely do it, but it was fun.

I started lunch with beer, then the crafty waiter offered me wine. Oh, I am so weak.

When you open a bottle… it should be drunk.

I even put the cork in my pocket. My neighbour is doing a project, she gets all my corks.

The backspace key is working so hard at the moment, it has asked for time and a half, and wants a Christmas bonus.

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Bonus??? This backspace wants a pension!

Bonus??? This backspace wants a pension!

I have discovered that I am a turophile. Now that’s nothing disgusting, and I am not Catholic.

aturophile

It means that I like cheese; that I am a connoisseur… that I adore cheesy things. I do/am. I have never found a cheese that I didn’t like.

Let’s move on a little…

Pamplona-2

Have to be a Scot, no undies…

Four people got gored in the annual Pamploma bull run, stupid people, serves them right. Bulls 4, stupid people 0.

I cannot understand the stupidity of some people.

I clearly remember, as a child, avoiding the bull paddock; even if it meant walking miles out of our way, the bull paddock was out of bounds. Normal people just didn’t go there. Maybe this explains the bull run, only not-normal people do it.

IBM Golfball with typestyle interface

IBM Golfball with manual typestyle interface

The dastardly clever Russians have come up with an evil plan to thwart the nasty American NSA people… The Kremlin is buying typewriters!

Let’s see the Americans spy on that!

Maybe we should all do that, buy a typewriter and use the post office again.

The downside is that the forests would disappear faster.

I haven’t blogged a lot today, I suppose I should…

Later.

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You Can’t Disturb Me!

See, I’m already disturbed.

Today is Saturday, it must be, because every calendar I have read today tells me it is.

The sun is shining, it has the prospects of being a beautiful day with the promise of 30°C (about 86°F), which means great beer drinking weather.

Yesterday I had my partial plate fitted, it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It still isn’t supporting the wiggly tooth, that comes next Friday, but it has filled in a couple of gaps and makes eating a little easier.

I brought new socks yesterday too; real socks, not the stupid little socks I got by mistake.

I have decided the world is a circus…

Because it’s full of freakin’ clowns. The latest clowns to enter the arena are the Russians with their stupidity over Pussy Riot and banning Gay Pride parades for 100 years. Then there’s the American clowns, Swedish clowns and the British clowns doing their slapstick routine over Julian Assange’s asylum. The Israeli clowns are ready to blow the lid off the Middle East abetted by the American clowns. The Australian clowns have shot themselves in the foot over the colour of the ‘plain packs’ for cigarettes, they chose the most masculine colour around, olive green; nothing exudes masculinity like military association. The Iranian clowns entered the stage telling the world to sod off with their humanitarian earthquake aid, then back peddled. The American clowns are sulking, because their new toy didn’t work… again.

Yes, the world is a circus. A sorry sad state of affairs, it’s no wonder that I am disturbed already.

Anyway, on with the business of being Saturday.

Later

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