Ahhhhh, another wonderful week begins. Well lets face it, I am already one fifth of the way through. Only four more sleeps to the ball. Getting nervous, but its nice to learn things about someone that makes you smile a lot. 
:D:D No further comments from me on that one.
Had a very hectic day today. People parking in effing stupid places (your car says disabled, I didn’t realise it included people with no common sense, mate). Almost got him towed, little bastard but the truck had to pull another first from t’other end of the street and he came back in time to only get a ticket. :banghead:
I have a new toy. A fantastically lovely SLR camera. All the x’s and y’s and a huge lens to boot that means i can get some nice close up nature shots of various species of the Hymenoptera and Tastius Birdus genus. Expect plenty of test shots on here.!! Nowt rude though, thats what my digital cam is for 
I had a thought earlier (no, no, titter ye not missus oooooooh, it does happen sometimes). I was thinking about… wait for it… Stalin’s decisions on the eve of the German’s “Operation Barabossa”, the invasion of the USSR. Now I am well aware a lot of you are all sitting there going “You what.??” but I have started reading Antony Beevor’s fantastically informative book, Stalingrad. Again. It is a fabulous book, making you really concious of both the incredible conditions that both sides fought in and the downright depraved treatment of prisoners and civilians on both sides. Anyhow, that aside, the thing that intrigued me most was the way in which ‘ole Joey Stalin simply refused to believe everything he was told by his generals and senior commanders in the field…
On the night before the German armies came barrelling into Russia, there was over 3 million troops with artillery, planes, tanks and other bits and pieces (as a means of showing you lot how big the operation was, the Nazis had 600,000 horses there as well, just to pull various wagons, guns etc). Stalin was repeatedly told by his front line troops that the faeces was about to collide with the air-conditioning, but he still stood resolute and had another vodka instead. Days later the moustachioed fool was thinking about running like hell as the Wehrmacht (Armed Forces) came over the nearest hill like in Zulu, only with slightly bigger spears.
All this is totally irrelevant to the point I wanted to make. I was just trying to paint you a little picture of the ridiculous stupidity that Stalin showed in the name of Communism… my actual point was, rather understandably, far more childish. I was just imagining this… one day, building a time machine. Going back to 1945, after the end of World War 2. Finding Stalin, sticking my tongue in my bottom lip and going….
“nmmmmmmmnmnmnmnmnnmnnmnmm.!!!”
Just had to get that out.!!
***LATE NEWS***
Check this out… truly bizarre (flash cartoon ish)
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/special+edition/
and a little song…
My girlfriend was fed up of rowing;
she suggested we went for a punt;
I said bollocks to that;
Take off your hat;
And give us a flash of your (answers on the back of a beer mat to the usual address please).