Saturday, March 31, 2007

Muriel Kwality!

Saw this a couple of weeks ago and have been dying for a chance to snap it.
At first I was disappointed to see it was printed out on sheets of A4, but then realised just how much work would have gone into pasting the thing up. It really does look ace. Shame the weather's getting to it though.

Monday, March 26, 2007

I dunno...

You wait a year for some DC minimates to come along and then two waves turn up at once.
These arrived today. They is ace. I love minimates. :)

Thursday, March 22, 2007

It wasn't me!

Reading Annie Slaminsky’s latest post reminded me of something…

A few years back I was working at a large hospital somewhere in the east of england. It was a shit job, but the team I worked with were generally up for a laugh which helped make the days more bearable. Up until then I’d always done outdoors type manly jobs and the tradition at Christmas was to go out have a meal, and then drink as much alcohol as is humanly possible. It was fun.

So due to being a bit manly I’d never been involved in the bran tub/Secret santa thing before, and was a bit bemused by the whole thing. I ended up having to buy something for the woman who organised it all. She was a fat bird so I bought her some chocolate! No rubbish mind, they were belgian via a factory somewhere in Norfolk.

Come the day of the opening, everyone assembled in the office (including big big boss; A woman detested by all) The tub is delved into and pressies distributed. I got a very nice pen. No really it was quite smart. Fat bird was pleased with her chocolates too. It got to our not so big boss. (not the big big boss) Now our not so big boss was quite a nice lady. A few years older than me, but from fairly close to where I grew up so we kind of got on because we were both outsiders. It also helped that her Dad was like meself a fan of the Irons. not so big Boss lady opens her present, I can’t see what she’s got cos I’m right over the other side of the office but she looks quite shocked. Big Big Boss has a face like thunder. You could see the veins in the side of her head start to pulse as she demanded to know who’d sent it. Sly grins started to appear on the faces of the people closest to the boss. Not so big Boss stammers that she’s sure it was meant to be funny but she doesn’t really find it so. Then I realise everyone’s looking at me. I don’t even know what it is. So I ask. Big Big Boss’s mouth goes all pursed resembling nothing more than a cats arse.

I suppose really, that if my mate from the stores had given it some serious consideration he wouldn’t have bought our boss a stress reliever for her Bran tub pressie. Or at least if he’d really thought about it he wouldn’t have bought her one that looked like an anatomically correct 9” cock!

I was really fucked off that they all thought it was me. I bought a fat bird some choc!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Enough of the whingey bollocks then!

Thanks for that Furtive! :p
I have reasons to be cheerful

I have Battlestar Galactica Minimates.

Thursday, March 15, 2007


It's not that my life is dull really. I just seem to struggle with finding the time to post. Little fella has been a bit up and down too, which does tend to take up most of your time and energy. Poor little sod had his MMR last week and then had some kind of reaction (I think) a couple of days later. That culminated in me having to take Friday off with zero notice to look after him. I might work for a cunty organisation but thank fuck I have an understanding manager. On top of all that over the weekend we had the joys of not one, not two, not even three, but six! Yes, count em. Six new teeth trying to make an appearance in the little fella's gob'ole. This was not fun. In fact this lead to one of the worst weekends either of us has ever had. Screaming, tantrums, painkillers doing fuck all. This started in the early hours of Sunday morning and didn't let up until Tuesday.It was sheer undiluted mental torture, can't describe the relief I felt on Tuesday when we realised we were over the worst of it. I tell you what, if you're thinking of having a little bundle of joy of your own you better make sure you've got a damn fine support network around you. Unlike me!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Friday, March 02, 2007

Please arrest me, please arrest me, please arrest me!

That must be what the old bill hear in their head when they see a car like this

on the public highway. I on the other hand just hear 'would you look at that stupid cunt coming the other way, let's try and make eye contact with them so I can laugh in their stupid faces'.
I like customised cars, I loved custom scooters when I was part of that scene and even now whenever I see a smartly turned out bike I'll admire it. This sort of thing though, the graphics and logo thing, it has no creativity at all. No flair. It's just putting stickers on the body work. Oh the engine's probably tuned to perfection and it can do 0-stupid in point 5 of a nanosecond but where's the love? The creativity? It's just shit! There are people who live near me that have a car covered in Harley Davidson graphics. That's right A. Car. Covered. In. Harley Davidson. Graphics! I don't doubt that they own and ride Harleys, but to have it plastered all over your car? It's just shit and should be stopped. I always laugh at them too! Half the population of narj must think I'm a complete cunt. The other half know I am.