Archive for December, 2008

Mulled Of Kintyre

Saturday, December 20th, 2008

Eight-a-sodding-clock. What kind of a time is that on a Saturday night to leave work unless you have done an afternoon shift in a bar or happen to have an early closing brothel. For some unknown reason we have been stuck open until eight for a couple of days and a couple more in the run up to Christmas. Fucking hell some people at head office have simply no idea that at that time on any Saturday night 99% of people are off down the pub or heading home for some food and a bottle of wine in front of the tele, not standing outside our shop wondering whether their toaster needs updating or something inane like that.

And so here is me after a twelve hour shift of shit and the usual mix of nice and irritating customers. Firstly a big hello to Trixy who I have neglected a bit of late and I know she read my update last night, so hopefully you will read this, stay in touch pleeease.!!

Secondly I think my graphics card is on the fritz as WoW is becoming overly colourful for no apparent reason (and that is nowt to do with the LSD). Donations to the usual address please.

Virgin have launched their new 50meg broadband package allowing you to download an album in eleven seconds. That means you can download a James Blunt album quicker than the time it takes to hate it… for a change. Having broadband running that quick is obviously a good thing, but surely this will make digital TV or Sky useless in pretty much no time.!

And so to bed… but I leave you with this thought…

Man who wear hairy coat may end up covered in gorilla spunk.!

Byeeeeeee.!!!

At The Drive Out

Friday, December 19th, 2008

I have been reliably informed that I need to update this site more, thanks to Ben from work, who is a student and fills his days doing a lot less work than that massive tax payer’s loan should cover… so here is a new blog in the form of words on a page with stupid comments inserted here and there.

Shall we have a quick run down of the search hit list.? No.? Well you can go play in the road whilst I do anyway…

“what causes backs of hands to itch after sweating during power walking” – Probably the warts or maybe that packet of smallpox spores you were about to unleash on the western world INFIDELS.!
“who is ian baker and is he really that much of a bastard” – Hmmmm. One of my ex girlfriends.? A disgruntled client.? Maybe the pope wants his hair dryer back from me.?!
“grandad incest” – Images of Clive Dunn and his daughter abound… DON’T PANIC.!
“why do you piss black when you have glandular fever” – In my humble experience you don’t piss black, more brown. Makes for interesting nights out I can tell you.!
“carol vorderman’s big round bum” – I have a lot of Vorderman/Beeny hits but this one tickled me in ways I cannot understand.!
“foxy fucking bingo” – Ah, someone else has been having problems with a couple of fat ladies, or a duck perhaps.?
“smell my sweaty dirty hairy cunt” – Errr no thanks Ma’am, I am not sure Phillip would like that.!
“tins with their bras on 36dd tits” – Sometimes I wonder what in hell people are looking for…Tins.???
“talking elephant posing pouch” – Is this as in a talking elephant with a posing pouch or a posing pouch of a talking elephant.?
“recent hanging over a girlfriend in midsomer norton” – Not Bridgend then.? Oh no fun then.
“prince edward takes it up the arse” – I bet he doesn’t despite all the rumours… no room in there anyway with all those TV producers stuffed inside.!
“name and shame all those dirty slappers” – translation… I am expanding my phone book and want some contacts.
“sexy escorts in wensleydale” – Ah the idea of a Ford RS Mexico covered in a thin layer of white cheese. Marvellous.!
“comparethemeerkat.com” – I get a surprising amount of hits for this. Maybe I should reserve it for myself and start selling small mammals.!

And here we shall pause for a guitar solo and a pint of frothy beer…

Or not.! On with the ‘fun’…

It has been a very tiring few weeks what with this whole Christmas thing and all. I had a very sad moment earlier, stood in Woolies with sod all stock around the place, whilst Bonnie Tyler sang “Total Eclipse of the Heart” in her Welsh fashion over the whole scene. What a sad end to an era of such a household name.! Goodness knows what shop is going to take over such a large unit as that though. Will have to be something special and let us all pray they sell toys and trains (and sweets with beer just to make up the weight).!

I see BSkyB have been showing off their new 3D television. What a marvellously futuristic idea, but I do detect a few drawbacks about being able to see round things…

For a start the missus will get very pissy everytime Miss Beeny is on and you end up standing above the tele trying to glimpse a peek at her shirt spuds. Secondly the idea of a 3D Jo Brand, Dawn French or that Rosie O’Donnell is just hideous. Miss Brand is enough in 2D let alone 3.! Maybe another dimension (the lard division) could be introduced like high definition was to provide a basis for letting these people and others on to the screen properly. Thirdly fuckwits like Russell Brand, Ben Elton and ANY one of My Super Fucking Sweet Cunting Sixteen (I hope NOT ONE of you lives to be seventeen, spoilt, ugly scum) will be so life like in your living room it will be far too tempting to keep twatting them in the face with your slippers and eventually someone will get injured.!

On the plus side you might be able to lie underneath and see if Miss Furtardo’s bikini line really does look like Brian Blessed’s face, interesting.!

And now to the bathitorium. Because I am worth it.

State Controller

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

Hmmmm, well that Christmas do was a bit of a stormer. Jokers, too much beer and cider, Vision (oh dear DEAR me) and then a day in bed on Sunday in the old PJ’s with a massive hangover and a curry. Lots of photos up on the Facebook site, check them out.! Comedy and food, do I ever need more.?

A few news shorts… Could you tell it was Giro day today, talk about a drop in the class of our customers and a massive increase in badly behaved kids and fat, sweaty pikeys.!

Oliver Postgate has sadly passed away, the creator of Bagpuss, the ULTIMATE in children programmes.

Oooh more later, Chili is in bed waiting ;-)

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