Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Just a glop

You know the saw about the difference between an optimist and a pessimist: the pessimist says the glass is half empty, the optimist says the glass is half full.
Well, there is another view, as expressed by engineers: the glass is twice as large as it needs to be.
At this moment, I just wish I still had a glass with a glop of wine in it, but you know these 75cl bottles: just when you are getting into your stride, you find them empty. I blame evaporation caused by global warming.

The song is ended, but the malady lingers on

To date I have had the following suggestions on how to alleviate, or even cure, LBP:
1 Take up yoga
2 Visit an osteopath
3 Lose weight
4 Eat oily fish
I am sure this is all good advice, but I fear that the cure might be more painful than the condition. I ask you, would you still love me if I was [1] stuck in the lotus position, [2] penniless after paying outrageous osteopath fees, [3] skinny, hollow-eyed and sunken-cheeked, and [4] reeking of mackerel?
No. Admit it, you love me just as I am now: bent over, hobbled and decrepit.

Wonderful!

Isn't it amazing when someone you have never even met tells you they think you are wonderful?
Personally, I wouldn't know, because it hasn't happened to me.
Just thought I'd give you something to ponder while you are spilling your morning muesli down your front.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Desert Island Dicks...

(Please imagine a picture of a desert island)
... is a longrunning programme in which celebrities are asked to imagine they are marooned on a desert island, and are then asked to choose the eight records they will take with them. At the end, they can also take one book and one "luxury item". They already give you the Bible, a bummer if you are a Muslim; and the Complete Works of Shakespeare, as if you hadn't suffered enough in secondary school.
Given that every reader of this blog, including its author, are celebrities - some of us still unrecognised - I invite you to join the ranks of the Desert Island Dicks. Nah, why bother? Just answer the following questions. You can be honest, given that nobody gives a flying fruitbat what your preferences are.
1
Which piece of music would you have on your desert island? (Remember, you might have to listen to the damn thing a zillion times before you are rescued, or die)
2
Which book would you take with you? (Something you will re-read an equal number of times)
3
Which work of art would you choose to hang in your bamboo hut? (Careful now, this is a family show)
4
What particular food item would you miss most? (We can supply it of course: this is the BBC)
5
Assuming you could log on to the internet, which website would you most treasure?
6
What piece of hardware would you want to be posted to you from B&Q (Home Depot)?
7
Hygiene could be a problem. What cosmetic item would you want to have with you?
8
If you could have one famous person to share your isolation, who would it be? (Careful now, this is a family show)
9
What single activity would most help you to pass the time once your physical needs were met? (Careful now, this is a family show)
10
What would be your "luxury item"?

I know you are PANTING to know my choices. Here they are:
1 Piece of music
Janos Starker playing Bach's unaccompanied Cello Suites: it's almost jazz
2 Book
The Koran: I want to work out why they feel the need to marmalise me. Also, if there's anything in it, I might make a pitch for seventy virgins.
3 Work of art
Any Breughel, pere or fils: you never get to the end of them
4 Food item
A mountain of lentils: bowel movements could become a critical issue
5 Website
YouTube: it's good to know I'm not the only nutter.
6 Piece of hardware
A Bosch Cordless Drill: it makes such a satisfying bzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrr sound
7 Cosmetic item
A good lipgloss: you never know when you might need to look sexy
8 Famous person
I'm not sure the island is big enough for TWO famous people...
9 Pastime activity
Birding, of course, but if there aren't any birds, I'll poke around in the undergrowth like David A.
10 Luxury item
A powerful speedboat to get me "outta here" once the Bach Cello suites, the Breughel and the Koran start to lose their lustre.

Mallards

A pair of mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) has/have taken up residence on my pond. They spend most of their time "dabbling", that is, upending in search of food underwater. Goodness knows what they find to eat. They are very cute, but I know they will trash the pond: once the warm spring days arrive, pondweed and blanketweed will spread and choke it. Still, to quote Butch Cassidy yet again, "it's a small price to pay for beauty." They are handsome and plump. I bet they'd make good eating.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Please excuse meme

A meme - and the following is typical - is a way of wasting time, and also a way of describing what kind of person you are, or, more accurately, what kind of person you want people to think you are. While I am waiting for something more interesting to happen, I will complete this meme. And then, who knows?, I might get a life, preferably one free from lower back pain.

1. Can you cook?
The microwave holds no mysteries for me, sunshine.
2. What was your dream growing up?
I never dreamt that I would grow up. Oh, ok, marrying Margaret Lockwood.
3. What talent do you wish you had?
Am I missing something?
4. Favorite place?
Wherever you are, my angel. (You can see why I was never a success with women)
5. Favourite vegetable?
Emo Philips
6. What was the last book you read?
I haven't read the last book yet. I want to live long enough to screw the Prudential.
7. What zodiac sign are you?
Sorry, I'm strictly a Vauxhall man.
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
I cut myself once while peeling a mango. Does that count? (I still have the scar)
9. Worst Habit?
Hey, I ENJOY my worst habit! Don't take it away from me.
10. Do you personally know anybody on Blog?
Sure. Two kinds of people: those I message who don't reply; and those I don't message who don't reply. It's all about communication, pal.
11. What is your favorite sport?
Watching women's tennis for all the wrong reasons.
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
You buying or selling?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator lift with someone of the opposite sex?
I was once. I said wittily: "Wouldn't it be great if you were Ava Gardner and I was Gregory Peck"? She said: "Press the red button, asshole."
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
Dying. It hasn't happened yet, but my body is working on it.
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
The act of micturition is always better if preceded by a brief anal eructation. Now, go f... yourself.
16. Do you have any pets?
I try to make friends with the woodlice that haunt my house. I have a weakness for crustaceans.
17. Do you know how to do the macarena?
Just give me the lentils, the spices, some good olive oil and a saucepan, and I will amaze you!
18. Is the sun shining where you are now?
In the middle of the fricking night??? What planet are you from?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
Both, I just hope they don't get re-elected.
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
I would grow a fine bosom, then I wouldn't need to go out on Friday nights.
21. Would you be my good angel or bad angel?
Sorry, I am out of funds right now, darling.
22. What colour eyes do you have?
Which one do you want to know about?
23. Ever been arrested?
Once. Bloody fascists.
24. Bottle or Draft?
I don't gamble.
25. If you won £10,000 today, what would you do with it?
Count it. Who trusts banks?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
None: at my age, there is a risk of leaving my teeth in the gum when I spit it out.
27. What's your favourite bar to hang at?
What makes you think I hang? I may be an old scrote but.... aw, never mind.
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
Of course. How else to explain the disappearance of socks, teaspoons and ballpoint pens?
29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
I really enjoy completing daft questionnaires.
30. Do you swear a lot?
What kind of a f........ Sorry. I try to keep it down to two expletives per sentence.
31. Biggest pet peeve?
I don't have a pet peeve. I thought about getting a jerbil, but I don't have the desert for it.
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
Done.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Ever been 'ad?

About those ads at the foot of each page of my blog: they are nothing to do with me. Google does a word search of the texts and bangs in what it considers to be appropriate addery. So, if you will indulge me for a moment, I am going to drive the buggers mad with a series of tempting words, videlicet: surgical appliance, limb amputation, sex change, colonic irrigation, liposuction, alien abduction, soiled undies.
Let's see what they make of that lot. :-))