I sometimes wonder what people are thinking when they come into my place of work and converse with me…
Half the time I get nice people, who are pleasant and up for a laugh. The other half I get sullen, “just got out of the wrong side of bed”, sad old morons. Usually the ignorant and dull ones are called Miz, as in “Mizerable”.
But thank goodness for the other ones, the fun people who say thank you, smile sweetly even if they have been briefly delayed and still have the grace of heart to understand.
So here I am again in this mean old town… what has been going on for the past nine days to prevent me updating…? Well nowt to be honest, I simply couldn’t be bothered (then again I also was unable to drag myself from playing Warcraft and I have been busy Christmas shopping as well.
Today I treated myself to a little early Christmas present, well, £100 worth of limited edition Class 55 Prototype Deltic from the National Railway Museum. Bargain.! Got to wait until January for delivery though… bummer. But well worth the investment I think.
Did anyone watch Top Gear on Sunday night.? I certainly hope you all did because it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Clarkson, Hammond and May bought a second hand British Leyland built car each (Rover SD1, Triumph Dolomite and Austin Princess respectively) and took part in various tests ranging from carrying eggs in a colander over a cobbled test track to filling the entire interior of the car with water and seeing how far it would go before the liquid ran out of the badly fitting seams.
The entire show had me crying with laughter. It was simply brilliant. Was Clarkson’s door fell off I thought I was going to pass out. THAT is real TV, not this Celebrity “Pissing Around In The Jungle” escapade. It is the ONLY reason the BBC should exist because they mess with and fuck up every other programme on their channels so let us pray they leave Jeremy, James and the Hamster to their own devices.
Every Sunday night we should all shout “Fuck the Environment”, wave little flags with cars on them and stop worrying about the state of the world purely because a great TV show is there to entertain us, make us laugh and show that, although you may never own a Bugatti or a Lambo, some perm haired man will and watching him will be almost as much fun.
And that ends our brief sermon for tonight. Don’t have nightmares… only wet dreams.!
(I am off to the OU website to look at courses on Physics.!!! Marvellous.)