Have you noticed how, when people are describing something as ‘free’, they prefix it with the word ‘absolutely’. Of course it’s ‘absolutely’ free. What other ‘free’ is there? Partly free? Semi- free? Free with some strings attached that you won’t notice unless you can be arsed to read the small print? I suspect so. Let’s have free described as free …
Clean-up op
All the Christmas paraphernalia came down today. Bloody pleased to see the back of it and all. SWMBO’s decorations consisted of shiny, twee girly stuff that has no function whatsoever and the the bits that did, for example, Santa-shaped candles, were not allowed to be lit “because they are ornaments”. WTF? So, down they come and now there’s bits of …
Taking the piss!
As Vic would say: “I don’t belieeeve it!” After being solidly bombarded for months by Strictly Come Dancing, what have the BBC decided to replace the programme with? – another friggin’ dance show!! What makes the BBC think that everyone gives a monkey’s chunker about dancing? Do the programmers need some fresh ideas? Well here’s some for free: How about …
Review of 2009
Bollocks.
Done dancing?
Well, it’s finally over. Almost four solid months (see the date on my previous post) of blanket coverage on BBC and the Strictly Come Dancing competition has come to an end. But has the coverage? I suspect not. I would think the Beeb have a lot more mileage to get out of the show yet. Post show analysis, highlights shows, …
What to do?
I’m in a hell of a quandary! Do I stay in to watch the final of Strictly, or do I go out and drink free beer all night? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m being sarcastic.
S.A.D.
Seasonally Adjusted Disorder. Or Seasonal Adjustment Disorder. Or Seasonal Affective Disorder. Whatever it is, I’ve got it. It’s dark when I don’t get up for work in the morning and it’s dark in the evening when I don’t come back home again. I’m SAD.
Bah, Humbug!
It’s just occurred to me that I’m going to have a cracking Christmas this year, and this is why… I’m out of work, so I haven’t got any money. No money means I can’t buy presents. Because I can’t afford presents it means I don’t have to trudge around the shops, rubbing shoulders with thousands of people who have fallen …
Post Office
Have you ever been to the Post Office to return a parcel for someone who says “just give the parcel, get the receipt stamped, and that’s it”. So you go down to the PO and there’s a queue outside the door and half way down the chuffin’ street. So you join the end of the queue and wait. And wait. …
Remote Remote
So good they named it twice? No. I’m referring to the fact that someone in our house (and it’s not me) always puts the TV remote control beside the TV when they switch it off. Then when I wake up in the morning and want to catch the news headlines, where’s the remote? Over the other side of the room, …