Month: November 2003

I’ve been thrown out of my own home tonight. Usurped by a group of woman paying homage to the all powerful creator of “The Rabbit®”. Yes, Louise is hosting an Ann Summers party tonight. A room full of women, a table full of nibbles (low fat of course) and cupboard full of booze, not to mention the skimpy underwear, vibrators, bondage kits, and other ‘novelty’ items (penis shaped candles and the like).

What really annoys me (because unsurprisingly I’m not bothered about being ‘forced’ out to the pub) is the general attitude you get when you mention “Ann Summers”. Instantly, responsible adults either blush, humm and haww then change the subject, or go the other way and nudge-nudge,. wink-wink… what’s she buying for you then?

I mean we all have sex (or would like to) yes? It’s like eating, sleeping, pissing, we all do it, we just don’t talk about it because it’s.. *snicker* n a u g h t y. Good grief, when is this country going to grow up?

Buy Nothing Day – November 29th 2003.

I’m pretty sure I can do this, as tomorrow will mainly involve sleeping in, then picking up our youngest niece and nephew, and ..er.. (Lyle, look away now) … putting up our Christmas Tree and decorations.

And before anyone says anything, I live with a woman whose whole being is focussed on Christmas, she loves the giving of presents, visiting people, and mostly the lights, tinsel and colours etcetera etcetera. We are out on Sunday for most of the day, and she doesn’t like putting it up during the week as she doesn’t like to rush such an important ‘occasion’. So it’s either tomorrow or the 8th December. I suggested the 8th was fine, the withering glare convinced me I was wrong.

Right, you can start the slagging in the comments.

I’ve neglected you all today and I feel bad.

Actually I couldn’t care less as I’ve got a headache and I’m off to bed, but it’s nice to pretend.

Suffice to say that “real life” got in the road of my blog again.

Ohh and I may have left a few ‘snippy’ comments around, so I apologise. I’m just a grumpy bastard.

In fact I even restrained myself far enough to NOT post this – “Will people stop writing things like best.car.in.the.world, or best.song.ever! as it is beginning to piss me off!” – which is probably just as well as I’ve done it in my time and I know that some people find my over (and mistaken) use of ellipsis’s to be far more annoying and far worse a crime …

Anyway, to bed!

(OK, second attempt to post this, first one disappeared into the ether)

Most of my news, as regular readers will know, comes from the behemoth that is the BBC News website. The only reason I mention this is to confirm that I visit it a lot. OK, agreed?

So you’ll understand that the following item was gathered from there as I happened across it, I wasn’t looking for information of this sort at all… and to be honest I kinda wished I hadn’t read it now..

WARNING! If you have just eaten I would let your stomach settle before reading on…

Invasion of the Bodysnatchers: “His patience was rewarded when a brown worm-like creature emerged from his right nostril and looked around.
‘I swear it had two beady eyes on it. And it came out two or three inches, looked around and then retracted. I thought it was a dream, a vision of some sort.’ “

I was decidely ‘not bothered’ about this gig, boy was I wrong.

Much heavier than I thought they’d be, the ‘phonics’ were slick, together and loud. Ripping into a three song opening they paced the entire gig well, save the slightly too long “I Miss You Now” as the second last song of the encore, and were on stage for about 2 hours, and it’s only really when you hear their ‘best of’ tracks that you realise how many you know, and how consistent they are..

Stand out tracks, the singalong of “Traffic”, the plodding, thumping beat of Mr.Writer, the building, soaring Jealousy (WAV file), and the song that in Kelly’s own words “Kinda took us by surprise” “Handbags and Gladrags”. Accomplished stuff and only real flaw was the lack of crowd interaction, other than a few song intros, and letting the crowd sing the opening to the second verse of “Traffic”.

Main impression was of a small man with a simply phenomenal voice, there sure ain’t no studio tinkering going on when they record their albums as he is note perfect live, and able to improvise with it too. All in all, a much better night than I had anticipated! Go the ‘phonics’!

My brother-in-law works for Compaq/HP, they have a scheme where, at the start of their year, they can ‘purchase’ additional holidays. Nice touch that.

It got me wondering if there is any chance I could buy some extra hours in the day from anyone? Surely some of you layabouts have a few spare… I mean if everyone gave me, say, 30 mins of their time I might actually get through the weekend.

Yes I know my usual – ohh crap I’ve got a busy weekend – post normally happens on a Friday but I am THAT busy at the moment.

Here are the weekend ingredients:
Work is busy, that’s a constant. I’m also doing some extra work for a friend which needs to be done by Tuesday at the very latest!. Add in a belated birthday night out on Friday night, finishing laying the bathroom flooring (my back’s fine now, thanks), and a Stereophonics gig on Sunday night, squeezing in some (erk) Xmas shopping, shake and pour over crushed ice.

All I need now is a straw so I can enjoy my ‘howthefuckamIgonnadoallthis’ cocktail… Mmmm mmmmmmmm stressfulicious!

In short, keep an eye on the miniblog, probably all I’ll have time for…