Going A.W.A.L.....

Got to go back to work, after a very long weekend, Yippeee.

No! I realy I love my job

Sorry lost the plot somewhat, listening to the back album (Him of King Kong fame)

Right who am I and what has happenend to the real me?!

Fuzzy feet?- biggg socks?

This made me chuckle

Follow the link

http://www.geekandproud.net/terror/

Very nearly had coffee all over the screen.

This is so true it's SPOOKY...

Understanding Engineers

Part one
Two engineers were talking when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?"
The second engineer replied, "Well, as I was walking along the other day minding my own business a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, Take what you want."
The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice, the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."

Part two
To the optimist, the glass is half full.
To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

Part three
A priest, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a very slow group of golfers.
The engineer fumed, "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!"
The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!"
The priest said, "Here comes the greens keeper, lets have a word with him. Hi George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
The greens keeper replied, "Oh yes, that's a group of blind firemen. They lost their sight saving our club house from a fire last year, so we let them play for free anytime."
The group was silent for a moment, then the priest said, "That's so sad. I will say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy of mine and see if there is anything he can do for them."
The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"

Part four
What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?
Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers build targets/

Part five
The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"
The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?"
The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"

Part six
Three engineers were discussing the possible designer of the human body.
One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. Just look at all the joints."
Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer, The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections."
The last one said, "actually it must have been a civil engineer, Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"

Part seven
Normal people believe that if it's not broke, don't fix it.
Engineers believe that if it's not broke, it doesn't have enough features yet.

Part eight
An engineer was walking along the road one day when a frog called out to him and said that if he kissed it, it would turn into a princess. He bent over, picked the frog up and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back I'll stay with you for one week."
The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to his pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want."
Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back in his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is wrong with you? I've told you I'm a princess and I'll stay with you and do anything you want. Why wont you kiss me?"
The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."

This weeks compitition

A Triganic pu to the first name out of the hat who can tell me what this is















Answers on a postcard to the usual address
Closing date, a week last Thursday
Good luck

Last weeks lucky winner was a Mr R.J Molestrangler from Preston
and the answer was a Gibbon
He wins two weeks in the Faslane peace camp.
Our four runners up get six weeks.

All is sweetness and light (again)

Remember I had issues with my phone, a laptop and Motorola? Not any more, I flashed up the desk top in the computer room and installed the phone software on it instead, two updates and three re-boots later and the phone and computer talked to one and other, hurrah.

So, as intended here is the pic I took in Pompy for all you wooly/knitty types out there...

You see, they're everywhere! We can't stop them

We're all doomed!!

What's worse, there's even a place like this in my home town, it's all very dark and sinister if you ask me.

On a lighter note, had an old school friend and his two lads round this evening for tea, I made Koresh (yum). Only one little problem, his youngest was starting to come down with something nasty, his symptoms included:-

1. dizziness
2. hot forehead cold cheeks
3. loss of appetite
4. tiredness
5. rash on the back (this turned out to be where he was leaning against the arm of the sofa)

Poor little Bagins...

I told the little fella to bring his appetite and no illness when next he calls.

Well they had to leave about 10 min ago my friend has to return them to their mother on time or all hell will be let loose.

We had a look on google earth to see where they went camping in Wales, one little problem there, nearly all of Wales is in low res so we saw diddley, would have been better off with an ordinance survey map instead of a computer. But we did get to see where they're going paintballing soon, it's at a place near Ormskirk, google earth rout planner said the journey from his house should take 32 min so we added an hour to inject some reality into the estimate.

Fame at last, well notoriety at least

I now warrant a mench on someone else's blog, I've arrived.

OK I'm not cool, I'm not a great many things (something the world should be grateful for).

But there is an actual link to my really rubbish blog, hot damn!!!

Cheers PK.

UR FAB.

P.S. I promise to only take the mick out of US citizens who are desperately in need of it, no more generalizations.

A day in the kitchen

I found myself in an unusual position this morning at about 06:30 (easy now), no, I found myself wide awake and well rested, well it wasn't too unexpected seeing as I crashed and burned at midnight, considering it's the weekend and I'm at home it's very odd indeed.

Finding it very hard to concentrate at the moment as I'm listening to a re-run of "I'm sorry I'll read that again" on BBC radio 7 over the internet, very funny, aired (repeat from the 70's) on Tuesday this week. Go visit the site, it's well worth a listen to almost everything they play, no news bulletins or adverts, heaven.
They play stuff like the 'Goon Show', 'I'm sorry I haven't a clue', from times gone by to contemporary comedy in the 'Comedy Club', they also do dramatisations of books, dramatic to comedic to Si-Fi. It's all good, I love it.

Anyway, went down to Mum and Dad's for a late lunch and a chat, we had a mock fry-up, I say mock fry-up as the only thing that was fried was the egg, everything else was grilled (devilishly difficult to grill an egg, it keeps falling through the holes in the grate). I had a couple of bits of bacon (rind removed) and 2 sausages (pork) and an egg, the same as Mum, Dad on the other hand had what we had AND a Piece of black pudding, for those of you who don't know what black pudding is, consider yourself very lucky indeed (it's basically congealed blood, a scab if you will. Revolting).

We chatted about this and that, as you do. One major topic of conversation was Nephew's less than spectacular exam results one C and a handful of D's. Well it's all cobblers, he like me had a bad first outing, I'm sure if he gets accepted into the lower sixth form he'll get them to A's and B's. This rather low point in Nephew's academic career could be just what he needs to buck him up a bit, He may just suffer from the very real and often debilitating exam nerves, I know I do (still, this I know 'cause for the last twenty odd years I've done more exams than I can remember). I hope he doesn't cave in and give up and leave school with a handful of worthless results, but stays on and gives it another go, I did and I managed to get a career with relative ease doing exactly what I wanted, granted a life in the military isn't everyone's cup of tea, I was just lucky. Nephew has no intentions of joining up, too strict a regime for him and he's never shown any inclination towards a martial life anyway, but what he is good at is sport, sport of all kinds, best if it has a ball involved and football in particular, so a job in either the leisure industry or teaching (ironically) sport. Well fingers crossed that he makes the correct decision (what he wants to do not what others pressure him into).

Yes! Yes! What has all that got to do with kitchens and the like? As the title of this entry suggests, read on....

After my ablutions where completed I came down stairs and made myself a stein of instant coffee, I picked it up from Kiel during Kiel week years ago and am constantly surprised that it's still in one piece. Anyhoo, While I was drinking this I was giving serious thought about what to have for breakfast and then for supper (lunch was to be at Mum and Dad's). Breakfast was easy, strawberry jam on wholemeal toast, goes well with the coffee. That just left the evening meal, I was already half way to a meal as I have in the fridge some of my special spuds in tuppaware containers and a sort of Greek salad in another container (a leftover lot from the night before), I always make too much! Anyway I remembered that I had a couple of small(ish) smoked cod loins is the fridge, so that was settled. Ahh, but how to cook it, hmm.
I have it, I'll cut the little buggers into mini medallions, give them a light dusting of cayenne pepper, pop them into the steamer for 15 mins let them rest in the steamer for 5 more mins then into a container and into the fridge ready for consumption at about 6pm (my teatime), just drizzle a little Greek olive oil over the cod pieces add the salad and special spuds and there you have it a (healthy) meal fit for whoever wants to eat it, yummm!
I love cooking.
Late in the afternoon I decided I would make a chili, so I did, a bloody great pan of the stuff. Top tip, use only fresh jalapeno peppers, veggie mince (trust me and just try it) and the secret ingredient GOATS MILK, yes folks you heard right, goats milk, just not going to tell you how much to use and to paraphrase Sir A.C.H Melchet, "...Well we have to have some secrets Darling".
I got 3 containers worth (six meals) and a huge cup full (1 meal), the containers are in the freezer maturing for the next few months (chilies get hotter with more time as blocks of ice, trust me, the government does), not that it needs much maturing as it's already mouth and bowl blisteringly hot already. Right, here is a tip on heat in food, a good chili should not 'r' NOT weld your tongue to the roof of your mouth with the first fork full, it should be a gradual process that takes the whole meal, a meal that you can taste the tomatoes, a hint of garlic, a waft of the onions and the slap in the chops of the chilies themselves. Damn I'm good.

The up shot of all this culinary brilliance is that I have no clear space around the sink, both draining boards are full of stuff doing what comes naturally once it's been washed and placed on a draining board, that is, to dry. Yes I do own Teatowels, I got them as a present, doesn't mean I have to use them that would be too girlie for words.

So once I'd been fed and watered it was into Blogspace and an hour trawling the darker side of humanity, seriously there are people out there who make me feel more than ok about my life and my beliefs, Christ they even make that group of gorilla knitters seem normal (they're out there you know, urban wool weavers, making impossible stuff out of the simplest materials, just like the A team really). Well after an hour blogging my superiority complex was back to normal levels and it was time to update my own blog so that someone else out in blog space could feel superior. What comes around goes around, karma.

Well That's it for now, think I'll go trawl blog space a bit more, bye now.

Read the next one down....

'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out......

Right I've calmed down a wee bit now that I've had my rant. However it will still be a very bad day if anyone from Motorola contact me in the next few days. So if you are reading this and you work in tele sales or after sale care for motorcrap, stand by to have your ears blead.

The photo in Q was a picture of a shop that sells WOOL (duh, duh, DAHHH!), spotted it on a stroll in Pompy, just thought OLPP, PK and the rest of those wyrd sisters would like to see it.

You people wouldn't believe the things that I have seen....{Roy Batty}

I HATE EVERYTHING!!!!!!

Annoyed? Me?

DAMNED RIGHT I AM

It would seem that Motorola suck.

All I wanted to do was transfer a photo from my v3 to the computer, but NO not today and not ever it would seem.

Plugged in the phone into the laptop in the kitchen, the prog started and automaticly went to the auto update site, OK thinks I, that's good. Actually that was very very bad, with a capital sucks ass. It updated itself twice then after a third reboot wouldn't acknowlege that the phone was connected, bloody annoying or what!

I've tried numerous (5) cables to see if that helps, all to no avail. The phone sees the computer and starts charging but the bleedin' computer sits there with it's electronic thumb up it's electonic bum convinced that there is no phone (there is no spoon[maybe it's some zen cobblers in the software]) that mere mortals like mysef are not to wot of!

My BP has got to be up at least 20 points over this annoying jaunt to crap electronics central.

FECK, FECK, FECK, FECK!!!

I thought today was going too bloody well by half, FLIP! And probably HECK too.

Another thing that has got my dander up about this bloody phone is that a smeg load of dust has got into the underside of the clear plastic cover over the screen, rendering he screen illegible in daylight and looking F£%Incg crap in any other light, it's a shame relay considering that I lusted after this phone when it was first released, but could onlyrelayy justify the expence of getting one on PAYG when the price got bellow 3 figures and my previous phone suffered decelleration trauma (4 times if the truth be known). I feel seen off.

Hello MOTO, kiss my but.

AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Whoops, all the windows seem to have blown out.

Look I've just done the wreched spell check and it too is not making a lot of sence, I supose I'm too worked up to make the correct choices for it, so today I've given up on the spell crapper. It's probably set to US or bloody Martian for all I know!!

AND B4 ANY BOD SAYS.

YES I HAVE TURNED IT OF AND ON AGAIN.

EVEN UNINSTALLED AND REINSTALLED THE ORIGINAL SOFTWARE, SADLY TO NO AVAIL.

PROBABLY A NEW CHEAPER AND ABOVE ALL MORE RELIABLE PHONE TOMORROW.

LACKING IN DIRECTION

It's Monday, nothing happening at work, so taking the afternoon off so I can expend some mental energy in trying to figure out what it is I want to do with my life after this job is done with next year.

I'm going to need to figure out what it is and what training I'm going to need. I have one option in mind already, millionaire's bastard for the job and the training will consist of learning to drive a yacht and how to order the perfect pink gin.

Seriously haven't a clue!!!!

Something indoors with no heavy lifting, the preisthood? Nahh.

All I know is that I don't want to do what I've been doing for the last twenty two years one day more than I have to.

At the moment I feel like the least together guy on the planet.

what's worse is the albums I bought the other day and transferred to my ZEN, well there are dropouts in the playback, that will be down to the prog running in the background that is supposed to free up system memory, I'll have to rip the damned things again, ho hum.

T.G.I.F.

Yipee...

Friday at last, but by god that week dragged by like the hundred year war.

On the up side tho' I did manage to slope off early almost every day, well it's the middle of a holiday period so there isn't an awful lot of people about and hardly anyone wanting interesting stuff made out of metal, which is what I do for a living, good eh.

went to Nando's for the first time on wed evening for some Portuguese style chicken with some seriously spicy sauce. O.M.G. That place is great, looking forward to my next visit already but that probably wont happen for a few more weeks, we had some really spicy stuff and as the saying goes "too much of a good thing blah blah", yeah but a top rate place.

supposed to be going up to the smoke on sat to visit a friend who's back in the country after a long absence. But seeing as I haven't heard from him since tue it looks like I'll not be going, well he did say that if he got this new job he was interviewed for he would be in Marakesh for a week to celebrate his new job, well all I can say is that he better have a sun tan when we do meet up.

Well that's really all I have for the moment, so bye for now and don't have nightmares.

P.S. A big hello to OLPP and PK.

New diet

I'm on a new diet, it's called the whiskey diet and it's fab.

I've lost three days already.

ONE LAST THING BEFORE I GO

Gess who?























See you all soon, I hope.

Right that's it I realy am going to relax in front of the goggle box, now that I'm packed, the washing is done, the dishes are done and the cooker has been cleared of the action damage of the last couple of days, gone is the beard and now for the discovery channel and a bottle of wine.

HELLO CHUMS!!

Hello chums, this is just to let my vast readership know that I'm going back to work tomorrow and as such this blog will probably be updated about twice a week, maybe only once a week for the next few months. But I promise to answer any comments left on this blog when I do log on, cheers.

Chin, chin.

The nicest gal I know

The nicest gal I know...even if she has a knitting issue

http://oldladypenpal.blogspot.com/

Visit this site for all your knitting need, she also has a warm humor, odd but warm.

Don't Americans do the stupidest things!!!

Hi it's me again, just been on the google film slot, well what can I say. Ahemm, with the exception of one German kid having a Bazzie...

The rest of you people in the most powerful country on this ball of mud, need an IQ injection

Gods are you people stupid or what!?

There endeth the lesson!

night,night........freaks!

Ed.

Does anyone know how I go about putting sound and video clips on this blog??

I'm on blogspot.

Mum and Dad pay a visit

Mum, dad and brother popped round earlier, brother only stayed for a while, just a cuppa (in the new jumbo size cups I've got) and a chat, he was only really dropping off mum and dad, he and his family went to Shakespeare country the other day said it was nice. One day I'll have to stop there myself, I've passed thru it hundreds of times either heading north or south.

I invited mum and dad around for tea a few days ago, to try out a new recipe on them (guinea pigs*). I had cut a couple pork loins into medallions the night before and had them soaking in a mixture of Greek olive oil, a dash of chili olive oil, a sprinkling of crushed dried red chilies, two teaspoons of honey and a pinch of Salt and black pepper and finally a good sized splash of light soy sauce, blended all together and poured over the pork, covered in the fridge over night then today put the whole mix into a frying pan and cooked slowly for 30 mins stir and turn occasionally. Served with baby new potatoes and steamed veg (cauliflower, green beans and carrots), with a glass of Blossom Hill pinot grigio, splendid.

Oh and we had Chocolate swirl ice cream and chilled Mellon balls for desert.

I'm now as full as an egg, with a sinkfull (two more like it) of washing up to do and no hot water(yet), mum and dad have just left as the weather looks like it's going to get nasty , lets hope they get in before it does, anyway I suppose it was a nice change for mum, no cooking and no washing up to do.

The antena that feeds the didgi box for my telly is flapping around in the wind so no telly for me tonight, I'll have to get it fixed before I go back to work in case it comes loose and brains someone, that wouldn't suck enough.

Well must dash, I can't sit here all evening talking to you I have to take the penguin for a walk.

* I must point out that due to my shockingly bad grasp of the English language I may have mislead people to believe that I had cooked Guinea pigs, nothing could be further from the truth, I cooked pork and my parents where the guinea pigs, I mean they're human of course, but this was a first time recipe.
Thanks to Allen for pointing that out, cheers.

A DAMN GOOD STEW

Didn't really do a lot today other than go to the supermarket to get a few bits and bobs, needed some stuff for a recipe I found on the web.

Here's what I made...

And here it is again 12 minutes later.Yumm!!

I might have over done it on the lemon but O.M.G. this stuff is divs.It's my take on Beef and Bean Khoresh, which is a Persian stew, the recipe calls for it to be served with rice, but I had a couple of slices of bread for dippers and to mop up with.

Bet you wish you where as good a cook as me.

Kid Friendly You Tube videos

Phew, that was a relief. That boil turned out just to be a little pimple, I was looking at it with the shaving mirror instead of a normal one. Duhhh!

Bin day tomorrow (today/later) it being oo:55 hrs. So it looks like I'll be pulling another all nighter, those that know me will know why that might be, it's just so silly/odd that I'm in two minds (sing- "if only you had half a mind") whether or not to write it here.

Oh hell I may as well tell, it's not like I'm gonna get any kip anyway.

Are you sitting comfy, then I'll begin.

Once upon a time in the grim north of England, where it always rains even if the south is in drought, if you can believe such a thing, lived a man who worked very hard, but had to work hard down south where the sun shines all day long and where the jobs are.

Because he worked so very hard he didn't always come home, but when he did he generated trash just like everybody in the whole wide world, this trash built up in the bin little by little, over the weekends that he did come home, which where few.

But the bin men didn't come to empty the bins at the weekends and so the trash built up to almost health hazard proportions, well the kindly people that the man worked for let the man take holidays at certain times of the year, but when all put together came to six weeks at home. six weeks, six opportunities to get his bin emptied sometimes only five or four opportunities if bin day fell on a bank holiday.

So the man is sad and is scared he may sleep in one morning and miss these surprisingly early to rise binmen, so he stays awake all night to make sure he can put the bin out in time for these rapid binmen. There ends the story of the hardworking man, his full bin and the council that allow him to pay a fortune in council tax each year so that he may have his bin emptied 4 or 5 times a year.

Good night children, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.

I could stand the constant tickling no longer. So just before midnight I put fresh power cells into the trimmer and shaved off my beard, well almost, I still have a van Dyke, which I think rather suits me. Can't wait till I retire next year and I can grow a van Dyke, keep it and grow in to a point, a bit like an imperial but without all the side whiskers also did what hair I had on my head, so now I look like a slightly tanned billiard ball with a beard. It's a look not everyone can pull off and still keep their credibility. I was going to post before and after shots, but three things stopped that, regard:-
1. forgot to take before shot.
2. got camera shy, so no after shot.
3. a truly huge boil that developed almost instantly on the border between the hairy part and the smooth part.
in fact if you'll excuse me I'm just going to take another peek at the thing, back in a mo.

Had a bit of a bazzie on yesterday about teenage gits and nerdowells, spat my dummy out and got on my soap-box, to anyone who read that now deleted entry what can I say but,WHOOPS. I'll try not to let things get the better of me in future, can't promise mind.

Had nephew around today so we went to the shops, not a very interesting day for a 15(16) year old lad you may think, but I think he derived some entertainment value from the fact that anyone who like myself has size 13 (UK size) feet is considered a freak by footwear manufactures and we are limited in amount and style of the things and have to order them special like. We visited half a dozen shoe shops only to be told by all of them that their stock didn't go up to a size 13, all very depressing.

So to console myself and to add a bit of cheer to a young lads boring day with his mad uncle, I got us both one of these each, his one is for his birthday next week.

Not the player in the middle we both have one of those each already, although mine (pictured) is a 8Gb photo, while nephew's is the 6Gb monochrome version. Anyway we both hate the fact that there is hardly any additional stuff to get for the creative labs mp3 players compared to the massive amounts available to the many, and inferior, i-pods.

This dock however has us both gobsmacked, the sound quality of this little fella is outstanding, it comes with a remote control too, which looks v sexy. It can connect any of the others out there but is at its best with zen micro, oh and the transformer has an interchangable bit that will allow you to use it in the UK and Europe, cool.

Nephew is playing need for speed rivals on my psp (the white one, black is at work), has been for hours (1.5) and then complained of a stiff neck, well Duhhh!! So he's had a two minute break to get a drink of apple tango and is now back in the fray, kids eh.

Oh and we had a late lunch made up of everything a growing lad needs, two onion bhargies(spelling) and two quorn sweet chillie sausage butties, washed down with ice cold apple tango, marvelous. Don't know what to do for evening meal, they're all such fussy eaters.

look git chops!! send me your f in email address or no more chilies and I bloody mean it (this time)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It could happen.

What's that then?

Someone, anyone, could see my blog and leave a massage or even a message I'm not fussy which.

So, the devil will be driving to work in a snowplow then?

It's a distinct possibility I guess.

GIS Sites

Little sis goes home tomorrow, she's upstairs trying to shoehorn the massive amount of stuff she brought with her into the enormous case on wheels she has. All the while chanting to herself, "I must learn to travel light!".

Who knows, she may succeed. Personally I'd expect to see airborne bacon before any woman learned to travel light.

I hope she had a nice time as I hardly saw her as she had a lot of ground to cover and a lot of people to see and places to go, but we did spent a pleasant afternoon at mum and dad's, mum made a big pot of coddle and I had some now that I'm no longer a veggie, OMG words fail me, suffice to say that it was all my memory said it would be like and more, thanks mum.

Follow the link bellow to find one of the best uses of steam since R. Trevithick thought about putting one of his engines on wheels, and the rest became history.

http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn3321

If I had a suspisious and paranoid frame of mind I'd be tempted to think that the reason I have not seen any steam powered speed boats (other than a few pictures of Turbinia gate crash a fleet review) is that the petrolium industry buried it and probably at midnight in an un-marked grave.

This is the new dining set I got the other day, I just had enough of chipped crockery and mismached cutlery and now that I drink wine instead of beer I now have proper wine glasses

And now edge on

And from above

Close up of glass and new coaster

Fork, knife and spoon, little spoon isn't in the picture because he was playing up in front of the camera and was sent to bed, but everyone agrees he takes after his mum for looks.

Here's some of my favorite links

http://www.yourpsp.com/psp/locale.html

And here's another good one (if youlike this sort of thing). How about doing a world tour without leaving the same room as your computer, try this.

http://marcussharpe.com/vidstream.htm

or this one has it's moments

http://www.earthcam.com/

my favorite radio station

http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbc7/

Nobby follow the link and send me your e-mail address, cheers!!

This should amuse Kathrine (sorry if that's spelled wrong and now has your blood pressure doubled).

Die Mouse, DIE!!!

i have the animated version of the cat and gun

Oh Buddha, that was embarrassing. I re-named my blog and spelled veggie with only one g, problem solved, must remember the spell checker in future.

Duhh!

Right I've changed the name and address of this blog, and sent the details to some friends and family, lets see who comes visiting.

Jedi Squirrels in a park somewhere


I'm just waiting for the squirrels out the back of my place to start flying miniature x-wings and having a battle over foraging rights to the park.

It's half past three in the morning and I have spent hours just looking at random blogs, never staying very long, occasionally posting a comment. There are certainly a lot of peeps blogging away like mad out there. Some blogs make this one look like a work of genius, others make it look like it is and some sites are just fantastic with sounds and pictures in the background. Anyway getting back to the point, just gone to have a drink of my now cold coffee and there is a small winged insect floating in it and all I could think of was that the creature couldn't have been that thirsty.

A nice picture of a Steam train, fantastic.

I even had a ride in the train, and later got to stand on the footplate and ask a lot of damn fool questions, I came over all Fred Dibnah, marvelous.

And this is the footplate of a different train, you can even see the flames.

They where all a bit odd (the staff), but he was the oddest

I think it's the hat, they take it in turns to wear it and it goes to their heads.

OK no more train pictures, this isn't a train spotters paradise, I just like steam engines of all kinds, enjoy.

Little sis is visiting from down south and is staying with me. Haven't seen her in ages, she looks well, her new man seems to be very good for her (ahhh).
The last few days have been a frantic round of visiting friends and family for her, and let's not forget the shopping and a trip to the hair dresser. Poor girl is knackered, early night tonight. She's planning to paint the town red tomorrow with big sis and niece number one, but plans to spent some quality time with niece number two during the day. I'm hoping to spend some gadget time with nephew.

Because of some work on the house now being deferred until next year I had some money burning a hole in my pocket, HAD (past tense) some money. It would appear that it's not just girls who do "retail therapy", as I went out and spent some of the money I was going to lavish on the house. I needed a new TV for the bedroom (yes it's sad but that's all I do in my bedroom, that and the occasional sleep) as the one I've had for the last 15 years finally went fiitzt! The other day so it was out with the old and in with a nice and shiny LCD 20", looks nice but I'll have to get a stand for it as it is sitting on top of a cardboard box that is itself on a rocking chair. An accident waiting to happen.

While in the kitchen (a place I spend a lot of time in, the computer is here) I quite fancied a mug of coffee, a splendid beverage that I always allow to go cold before drinking it it's a habit of mine. Anyway as I was looking for a teaspoon to stir the coffee with I was suddenly struck by the fact that the cutlery draw was a complete hash of various styles and makes of knives, forks and spoons and not one complete set amongst the whole lot, "it'll have to go" thinks I. Next as I was getting my mug I noticed the same disarray in the plates and bowls situation. The upshot of all this is that I went to a large store (that rejoices in the fact that is part of the wallmart family) near my house (twice) and got as well as the telly, new crockery, cutelry and a microwave oven, the old oven being damaged (well you're not supposed to use them if the doors are damaged), how else could I do a baked potato. I also had to get a new landline phone for big sis because when I phoned her to see if her hubby could give me lift in his car with all the boxes (I only have a pushbike I can't drive you see) she dropped the phone into her full mug of coffee, last time it was the sink, delicate electronics and liquid of any kind don't mix so the phone died again, last time it took a month for all the water to evaporate and she could use the phone again, anyhow the new phone is a twin set cordless job so if sis drops it in any more liquid then she has a spare.

Also got lots more spices a sieve and a ladle, not terribly exciting I know but there you are.

Right. It's silly O'clock ( very late )

but can any one tell me how to combine this blog and google earth? because there is stuff I would like to share with the world,

I tell you it's an ongoing war betweeen the comma and the full stop here.

It's any ones guess what you'll get at the end of a statement around herer,,,

This is just to see

Oh bollox lets go back to black and white, colour (correct spelling of the word colour not color or however the americans spell it!)

But I must apologies becauase people who are whale omlettes shouldn't live in glass bungalows.

There I was, trying to get to grips with the temporal nature of blog entries, clicked on the spell check and lost the entire bloody entry.DAMN.

That's it no more spwll chrkwr!!!!

Here's one for the treckies out there, what ship is this off (not U.S.S. Blahh)...

This pic was taken at a fiends house on my 40th, we had a bar-b-q and a lake of wine. So I'm either the arm and finger, the flowers, the bloke with the tissue or I could be the chair in the background. That's the trouble being a shape shifter and getting so very very VERY drunk!!

Oh and we had cake.



I'm sorry this blog is complete pants but I'm still learning how it all works )thick as a whale omlette(

The pic is the crew of H.M.S. Troutbridge from the film "The Navy Lark".

It's also my favorite radio show when it's aired on BBC radio 7.