https://youtu.be/XUwUp-D_VV0
Why cannot real people try to better themselves?
Lots of mentions for good chums and family, comment on politicians' failure, more fun than seriousness and tinctures for all...
Monday, 29 May 2017
Friday, 26 May 2017
Second Lieutenant Election...
I know I couldn't give a flying feck for our pathetic politicians these days, they'll all thick, manipulative liars, so just as this 'election' is looming, I'll stick in my two-pennorth for good time's sake.
Just for the record, I'll put my cross against Greg Clark, as I have actually met him, and although Tunbridge Wells will turn Labour when hell freezes over, he does seem a nice enough bloke. The others don't seem to be anywhere, so I'll conveniently forget them.
I've got so many more important things to do! The leeks need re-potting, and a chum down the road needs some tomato plants. I need some more exercise on my electric bike, and we need some more wine soon (that's my day job)!
I'm glad we don't live in Manchester, or Oldham. I've been there on occasions, but it's a different world, so I'll stay safely here thanks.
Friday, 19 May 2017
I know what I like...
I know what I like...
OK,
As just a few chums here know, I'm still a big fan of Genesis, and when I can't be arsed to read a book, or anything, I grab the Ipad, clunk in a few digits, and revel in a few of my favourite songs!
This song was regularly on the radio in the early seventies, and we were living in Hastings at the time. There was, back then, a super record shop called 'The Disc Jockey Plus Two', near The Memorial (older inhabitants will remember that), and as I'd heard this fabulous song on the wireless, I went to enquire as to whether I could afford to purchase the said song...
Too late, it was on an album 'Selling England by the pound', and £3.40 was way above what Mrs Scroblene would have allowed, so I didn't buy it and left.
A few years later, I saw a forty-five version in a cheapo sale and snapped it up (more money in those days), and it's still a favourite!
Elder Daught and I have watched Phil Collins cavorting around the stage live on several occasions, and this version still reverberates...
OK,
As just a few chums here know, I'm still a big fan of Genesis, and when I can't be arsed to read a book, or anything, I grab the Ipad, clunk in a few digits, and revel in a few of my favourite songs!
This song was regularly on the radio in the early seventies, and we were living in Hastings at the time. There was, back then, a super record shop called 'The Disc Jockey Plus Two', near The Memorial (older inhabitants will remember that), and as I'd heard this fabulous song on the wireless, I went to enquire as to whether I could afford to purchase the said song...
Too late, it was on an album 'Selling England by the pound', and £3.40 was way above what Mrs Scroblene would have allowed, so I didn't buy it and left.
A few years later, I saw a forty-five version in a cheapo sale and snapped it up (more money in those days), and it's still a favourite!
Elder Daught and I have watched Phil Collins cavorting around the stage live on several occasions, and this version still reverberates...
Thursday, 11 May 2017
Drains: and floats and rains...
Hot water tank seriously on the blink - new one coming tomorrow...
Septic tank outlet pump on the blink - next week for a repair sometime...
Shower started to leak into the kitchen again two days ago...
And we're short of rain???
Septic tank outlet pump on the blink - next week for a repair sometime...
Shower started to leak into the kitchen again two days ago...
And we're short of rain???
Saturday, 6 May 2017
HIGNFY - never; prats...
That twisted little git Andy Hamilton and twerps Hislop and Merton used to be funny, well on occasions, well very RARE occasions, well almost never...
Calling pathetic 'jokes' about dementia just isn't even the slightest bit amusing, so why doesn't the dire BBC get rid of this toxic mix of lefty crap?
Oh, sorry, this is the BBC we're talking about, and there's an election looming.
(And I didn't even waste electricity watching the prog, just read the bits afterwards for a few seconds)!
Calling pathetic 'jokes' about dementia just isn't even the slightest bit amusing, so why doesn't the dire BBC get rid of this toxic mix of lefty crap?
Oh, sorry, this is the BBC we're talking about, and there's an election looming.
(And I didn't even waste electricity watching the prog, just read the bits afterwards for a few seconds)!
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