Here we are at Week 558 which is just before the special 559. I’ll mention this later.
I had my usual look at the papers this week and a few things tipped my interest…Or should I say poked my anger!!!!
Continue reading “Week 558 – News Stories, Ritchson Was Closer By A Mile And Come Back Next Week”
As I get deeper into my cronehood, this time of existence in which people either do not see me or pretend they have business elsewhere when the cowl slips, November has become my friend. The mocking young forms who strode about oh so hot to trot last summer are now buried under layers of linen and lycra and are having a hell of a hard time using their phones in the rain.
Continue reading “Week 557: Magick and Fare Thee Well Sybil Fawlty”
Something has been playing on my mind this week after eating some Japanese crackers – Do fish taste the way that they do due to the seaweed? Or does seaweed taste the way that it does due to the fish?
Continue reading “Week 556 – Two Questions, Oocha, Ooocha, Oocha Ooooo!! And Serial Killers Are Much more Interesting Than Your Kids.”
Here we are at Week 554!
Okay, this may be a bit strong, but if any fucker tries to pull the wool over our eyes with some sort of AI, all I can say is I hope that you drown in the mess of your own pustules exploding!!!
Continue reading “Week 554 – Established Beasts, Superb Versions And Rest For Mickey Pearce.”
The young lady in the second image is “Peerless Perstephanie the Sunshine Squirrel of Twirl.” Her friends call her Percy. She holds the record for being the “spinniest” living creature known to Rodent-kind, and she is currently in training to break the record of fastest spinning object. (This is why she appears to be “shimmering”; or, perhaps, a shaky hand holding the phone contributed to the effect.)
Continue reading “Week 553: Sunshine Squirrel v. Pulsar”
Week 552
I think I learned something this week that surprised me.
…Should that be ‘learnt’?? I always get those two mixed up.
I was made aware that it’s only British folks who salute a lone Magpie.
Is that correct??
Continue reading “Week 552 – A Black And White Thief, A Couple Of Questions And Orange Juice.”
I was riding the bus last week when I was attacked by a MWCM, which stands for “Misty Water Colored Memory” (lifted from that gooey Barb song she sang before she got the perm that made her look like “Arnold Horshack” on Welcome Back Kotter–a dated reference but very true). As you have likely guessed MWCM is a sarcastic term. It defines an elderly concept in my “Ago” that is always attempting to change me into a sniveling old Shrew. We all have something like that inside (or will once fifty or so comes creeping), an ugsome, nettlesome something that (apparently) has invested heavily in old Shrew futures. I cannot kill mine but I can temporarily beat it to atoms by using my hard, old cold heart as a hammer. I often take satisfaction in imaginary acts of violence. They keep me balanced.
Continue reading “Week 551: The Attack of the MWCM; The Week That Was; A Belated Happy 80th to Debbie”
Here we are at Week 550!
Before I start…R.I.P Ricky Hatton and Robert Redford!!!
Both were legends in their own right!
Continue reading “Week 550 – 45 Wins!! I Enjoyed ‘The Natural’ Even Though The Two That Are Thought Of Are Immense And I Could Have Told Worse.”
The world has always been a snippy place (for instance, the title of this wrap was sneered at me by my boss in 1981. You can’t say stuff like that to employees anymore, but I am certain that the feeling is still felt). In big cities, especially, people go out in public with war faces on. Regardless, you used to be able to count on a reasonable degree of faked manners from clerks when you were shopping (I was often one of those clerks). Not anymore. Nowadays, it appears that the Corporate Stores hire only soulless people for customer service.
Continue reading “Week 549: “Be Nicer, Goddammit!””
Hello there folks and folkesses!
Not in a good mood this week. I hate what we have become.
There are those who worry far too much about consequence when there is none to worry about or none of it would matter anyway. It surprises me that some of them can manage to get out of bed with all the worry of ‘What if?’ or ‘I can’t offend.’
You may wonder what has enraged my already raged wrath and it may surprise you.
Continue reading “Week 548 – The Simplicity Of The Choirboys, Concussion Did Us no Harm And A Blood Test Has No Comic Value.”
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