Grandad December 15th, 2010
I don’t feel like writing anything today.
If it’s still dark and wintery tomorrow, I probably won’t feel like writing anything then either.
Or the day after.
Who knows?
Anyone feel like writing what they call a “guest post”?
You know the kind of thing – lash out your thoughts and mail me the results. If I am in a good mood, I might even publish it. Unless of course it is a blatant piece of advertising for something other that booze or tobacco in which case it goes straight in the fire.
Here is your opportunity for fame and riches.
If you feel like trying a bit of scribing, just leave a comment and I will get back to you.
If I feel like it.
Grandad December 14th, 2010
Right Lads – it’s official.
I watched the news last night at six, and I heard it. I listened again at nine to be sure, to be sure. And sure I was right.
Gormless himself said it.
It’s probably the only sensible thing he has ever said in his whole miserable fucking life.
“We are at a juncture in our society where it’s not just the law that matters, it’s the right thing to do that matters.”
Ok, so he was talking about the banks, but the principle remains the same. The Right Thing is more important than the law.
It is time to do The Right Thing.
First of all, I think lining the entire gumbint up agin the wall and shooting the fuckers would be The Right Thing to do?
Then we march into our banks and take our money back. That sounds like a Right Thing to me?
I can see busy times ahead….
Grandad December 13th, 2010
There are many unwritten laws by which we must abide.
One of those laws states that anyone of an older generation has to criticise pop music.
I am a firm disbeliever in laws, so I refuse to criticise modern music, even if it is completely lacking in talent, originality or music and is as pleasant to listen to as a pounding headache.
I have noticed a trend in recent years that seems to have become another unwritten law – the fact that the majority of female “singers” have to appear on stage in a state of complete undress. No matter what age the singer is, she has to appear in a state of almost total nudity. I’m not complaining, by the way. just commenting. I can’t help but feel that this ploy is to distract us from the fact that the singer has about as much musical ability as a cow farting. In fact, the law seems to state that the amount of clothing is directly proportional to the level of talent.
Another somewhat newer law seems to apply to male singers. I have seen a few male pop singers interviewed on television, and this is where their law comes into force. Apparently the law states that “upon seating thineself within a studio, thou shalt rest thine ankle upon the knee of the other leg” or words to that effect. This peculiar mode of rest seems to be unique to pop singers. I have never seen an actor, a politician or anyone else do it. It looks rather uncomfortable as it twists the legs into a sort of 7. I’m not sure what the purpose of this strange arrangement of the legs is. Is it a demonstration of how nonchalant they are? Are they trying to convince us that they are completely at ease? Or are they simply acknowledging the fact that they all talk through their arses?
The other night I thought I would try it out. I carefully placed my right ankle on my left knee and sat that way for the evening. I didn’t feel particularly carefree. I didn’t feel particularly casual. In fact it was rather uncomfortable.
And the circulation is only just starting to resume in my right leg.
Grandad December 12th, 2010
I really hate Winter.
I hate the cold, the dark, the damp and the dreariness of it all. And it’s even worse outside.
At this time of year, when it is fucking miserable outside, I find it very hard to believe that a mere six months ago I was wandering around in short sleeved shirts and rubbing sweat out of my eyes. After all, at half four in the afternoon I would expect at least a further six hours of daylight if this were June. But it isn’t and I’m sitting in the dark and all wrapped up against the chill.
I need something to cheer me up.
I need a holiday.
It is, after all is said and done, six months since my last one. We made a big mistake this year with our holidays. We went in June. I grant you it was a good holiday, with lovely weather and all that, but it meant that when we came back we had the long haul into Winter and a longer haul to Spring to look forward to. That is not good. In previous years we took our holidays in September which made the Winter much shorter.
The problem is that I now need a holiday, and I doubt I can last through to next September so I’ll have to book for June again. And that means we will have the same problem as we had this year.
Herself wants to go back to France as she likes the warmth. I fancy another break in Cork because they speak my language.
There is only one solution.
Cork in June and France in September.
I like the sound of that.
Grandad December 10th, 2010
I had a bit of a chuckle today.
I was flicking through the sites I read, and came across a nice piece of comedy on Dick Puddlecote’s site.
Apparently Ryanair have produced their annual charity calendar and Mary Honeyball [MEP] is objecting.
What’s so funny about that, you ask?
She states that he is producing the calendar to increase profits. [All proceeds go to charity]
She says that the girls are coerced. [The girls were chosen from 700 volunteers]
She says the girls are now at risk as their names and addresses are published. [D'ya hear that, Mary form Dublin? We know where you live]
She says a lot of other things that are so fucking off the wall that it is hard to believe that she is serious.
One of the funny elements of this little spat is that Honeyball actually posts two interviews on her own site, here and here. The second one is particularly funny as she goes head to head with Michael O’Leary. In each interview, I get the imprssion that the interviewer [who is supposed to be impartial] is having a hard job keeping a straight face.
There is one aspect to this bit of comedy that concerns me though. This humourless, politically correct biddy is a fucking MEP. Yes. She is a Member of the European Parliament. This is the caliber of pesron who helps make decisions that are binding on all Europeans. I didn’t elect her, and I have no voice in the matter as she is in the U.K. This narrow minded bigot actually can influence laws that are binding on me.
The sooner that EU mostrosity dies, the better.
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