Quick update on the Filipino - I reported it to the administration team of the site concerned and received a lovely email back from them explaining how difficult it is to remain parasite-free and thanking me for telling them. Because I provided logs they instantly deleted the account in question. It'll be back with a different name, but I'll be waiting. I have several planned alter-egos that I can wheel out - I think the next may be Sir Willie Warmer.
Re: pots and cat activity from yesterday... No disturbances today, although all pots are now fortified with 12" canes arranged at jaunty angles. If that fails I have chicken wire! Planted some more peas in a big pot I found at the back of the shed. I was bullied into doing it by that Fearnley-Whitinstall person on channel 4, who was on The One Show, guilt-tripping me with his, "and it's not too late in the season to sow peas outdoors for a crop in October or November" - only to repeat the same again an hour later on C4! He wore me down. Middle of the blasted night I'm out there with compost and somewhat dessicated-looking pea 'seeds'. Thank God I'm not as swayed by TV advertising, or I'd have a cupboard full of Tena Lady, Shreddies, female intimate freshness products and disposable nappies. I hold out little hope for these peas anyway as from the last lot I planted, about 20 in total, I've only got one shooting, and it has been weeks already! Duff seeds? Poor Gardener? Still I suppose I'd not be in a hurry to make an appearance if I knew my destiny in life was to have my pods popped!
Domestic God day today. First line of washing done and hung out. I'm old fashioned; I have this strange backwards view that washing dries perfectly well on a line in the back garden without the need to expose my smalls to the world via my bedroom window. Maybe I'm just not cosmopolitan enough! First wash: David's kick-boxing kit. That needs priority, as if it hangs around too long it spawns life and could probably enter competitions on its own.
I have planned the makings for Toad-in-the-hole tonight, although I'm debating doing the Yorkshire independent from the sausages. Well, it never rises as well for me if they are all in the same tin. What do you think? Risk it or play safe? Maybe, living in Lancashire, it is sacrilege to make Yorkshire puddings anyway!
We watched Desperate Housewives last night - well we ARE puffs for chrissakes! We're allowed SOME camp in our lives! Who did Mike Marry, Susan, Katherine? In my mind it is a two-horse race. I think the clever money is on either Mrs McCluskey or Andrew Van de Kamp! And I'm NEVER wrong about these things!
Big Brother starts tonight. I guess I'll end up watching it. Trouble is, when BB is on, the rest of the Telly is crap, I mean really crap. Come that time of night I really just want to relax, veg out a bit and be entertained. So I get sucked in. Well, most years. There have been a few when it has been SO boring I've turned it off and gone and done something constructive like counting the number of hairs on my elbow. Although maybe this year there will be a bit of fun on Twitter to watch too. Hope so. Although that said, for weeks there has been an excess of Tweets about Britain's Got Trolls and The Apprentits (sic).
Should I vote today? It's not the same without Hazel. She was someone to look up to.
David just found out that some of the managers are reading staff emails at work. So I thought I'd keep them amused and sent this:
Subject: Strange and embarrassing facts about David Bloxham that I don’t want his colleagues to know about
He sometimes wears his socks inside out
When he grows up he wants to be a Smurf
His favourite food is Pen Lids
He can speak 16 languages, and writes Japanese Haikus for relaxation
His favourite colour is Burnt Chestnut
He once dated a Rubik Cube called Valerie
His hobby is to collect white lines from the middle of roads. He has 27 miles so far.
He hates people who hate things
His favourite film is Kodachrome ASA1000
He owns an acre of the moon
His middle name is Tarquin
His favourite book is the Littlewoods catalogue, Summer 1981
He once climbed a ladder
He is the world record holder for spelling the word, “A”
He has five toes on his left foot but only two arms.
He was once abducted by an alien called Ffarg
He never eats hedgehog
He has a pet banana called Granville
He has no nipples
He once played Katherine Janeway’s right thigh in Star Trek
He was abandoned as a child and brought up by mice
His favourite sandwich is cheese and Lego
He once wrote an episode of EastEnders
He never says the word, “poncho”
His spirit guide is a water buffalo
He was born on the cusp
He is neither albino nor called Shirley
His favourite holiday resort is Albania, in December
He once represented Norway in the Eurovision Song Contest
He was recently diagnosed with hair
His ears are super-sensitive and he can hear a wasp fart
He sometimes wears a wimple
His last car was a batmobile
He hates Mondays at 11:37
His blood is pure IronBru
He has a fear of door handles
He collects jellyfish
He has never killed a baboon
He was once married to Toyah Wilcox
He has a tattoo of Henry V111 on his left buttock
His favourite character from Friends is Ugly Naked Man
He drinks Castrol GTX
He loves the smell of joy and hates the smell of misunderstanding
He can’t wear anything made from recycled lemonade bottles
He was once carbon dated
He loves all sports, especially extreme knitting
He can rip an envelope with his bare hands
He has never invented a perpetual motion machine
He is a member of the Welsh Pigeon-fanciers Society
He holds a degree in exo-biology, specialising in terraforming
He has never owned a green pogo-stick
His favourite actor is Morph
He can’t count above 17
He has a collection of staples from around the world
He once drove all the way there and back again in the same day
If he had a superpower it would be the power to turn things purple
He has started to watch Jaws 79 times but never seen the ending
He can see in daylight
He thinks all dogs should wear nappies
He once gave birth to a microwave oven
On weekends he likes to be called Petunia
He can’t use a telephone
He once slept with Leonardo DaVinci and is believed to be the real model for the Mona Lisa
He thinks carrots would be better if they were blue
He can’t understand Twitter
He has no nasal hair
His favourite supermarket is closed for renovation
He believes the Credit Crunch is a breakfast cereal
He once met a future version of himself in a lift in Watford
He thinks grapes are silly
He has an extra bone in his left leg
He is exempt from VAT
He is drip-dry only and should be washed separately
He is scared of zips
He misses rationing
He has never made anything with a washing-up bottle or sticky-backed plastic
He has nightmares about doors
He once appeared on Big Brother as the Diary Room chair
He wants to change his name by deed-poll to “Zaphod”
He knows all the verses to God Save the Queen
He has an OBE for services to the linoleum industry
He hates people called Judy
He has never missed an episode of Casualty
He smells faintly of liquorice
He once supported Michael Jackson in concert
He wears clothes
He is physically unable to write the word, “tiddle”
He once died of bubonic plague
His head is larger than either of his thumbs
He believes in free mushrooms for everyone
He practices voodoo
His least favourite letter of the alphabet is H
He can play the Asda jingle on spoons
He has no opinion on Turkmenistan politics
His real age is a mystery known only to him and the Dali Lama
He eats squirrel
Later: Oh wonderous Joy! I have another Phillipine pillock trying to fleece me for money. This one is after £3000 to come to England. Bye Bye!
Cat just appeared with dead bird. And after just being fed too! They KNOW not to bring wildlife into the house. Love the cats to bits, but I'm a puff - I don't LIKE Tits, blue or any other colour! Done some design work today, nothing special, just a graphic for a friend, but it kept me amused for a while and I enjoy doing stuff like that. Wish I could get back into painting. I have a half-finished portrait of David that I just don't seem to be able to get inspired enough to complete. Think I have lost my muse - or is that mojo? I'm feeling myself becoming emotionally more stable these days, less prone to the drug-induced bouts of depression caused by the chemo, and I'm managing to be a bit more creative. Laughing a lot more too, and think I have a bit of my sense of humour back at last. Well, back to what it was, anyway. No? Huhh! Every one's a critic!
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