Small ball of rock

Just a quickie for now.

I have just come back to class after lunch,
"So what!"

At lunch I was at the table with an old friend who used to be a cadet with me in our youth. It turned into a bit of a "all our yesterdays" and a "what does the future hold for us" session.
Next thing we know someone else joins the table who it turns out is from our home town and went to the same cadet unit we did.

Just goes to show what a small ball we live on.

TTFN

Thinking putty and hammers

Lets start off by saying tp PK, by all means use "flippin' 'eck" as much as you can get away with and you could try using "ecky thump!" as a form of exclamation or indication of mild surprise.

Next, Bad news about OLPP losing her job, that sucks lots (that is of course if she liked her job I suppose, if not it's probably party time), hope you get another one soon.

But what is it about putty and hammers, that I have yet to talk about. Settle back and I'll begin.

Last year a friend of mine was given a tin of this remarkable STUFF (it's so remarkable it requires capital letters) by his then girlfriend (now soon to be wife, ahhh).

On the tin it said you could stretch it, bounce it, snap it, mould it and shatter it. That is the odd thing about this STUFF it could do all that and if left in a ball across slightly open fingers would slowely run through said fingers like a Dhali painting of some clocks, wow.
It was only a matter of about 5 mins before either myself or his brother ( we both get blamed for so many things involving stupid stuff it's often difficult to remember who came up with what daft idea or other) suggested that we go to the shed, find a hammer and see if it really could shatter just like the tin boasted. Now I still maintain that my friend was up for the idea, but all it took was the smallest of small glances ( that lasted all of a pico second) from his girl friend and the brilliant hammer gag was stopped, permanently(BOOO!!)

Or so it would seem....

The other week while out trying to do away with my disposable income in the shop called "Game" I was at the checkout paying for some chips for the PSP when I glanced down and saw tins of thinking putty, you know, the STUFF. There was almost a sonic boom as the first tin to hand was plucked from the shelf and banged down in front of a very surprised assistant. The STUFF was mine at last (I'd only ever seen it in gadget catalogues before) and it wasn't long before thoughts of hammers and anvils and the STUFF entered my overheated mind, what fun.

The scene now shifts to my workshop the next day, there is me, a hammer, a co-worker and the STUFF in a ball on the work bench. Well long story short as I have to go back to work in a min or two.
Whack! Down comes the hammer. Bang! goes the putty and bits of the STUFF take off in all directions making a noise like a brace of partriges leaving cover at speed. We spent the next forty minutes looking for the stuff, because it bounces non of the bits landed where we expected. Great days.

TTFN.

ON LINE AGAIN AT LONG LAST

I feel dreadful for not being able to update this blog for the last two weeks, just thinking about my poor readers left with nothing to read, poor things.

Where to begin. Such a lot has happened, yeah right.

The reason I haven't been adding to this steaming pile is that the internet cafe that I use has decided to be closed at the weekends. Must be raking in pots of cash during the week and making enough from the wireless users over the weekends. I don't have a wireless account as you have probably worked out. I have a laptop that is capable of doing the whole wireless thang, but I do lack a credit card, something that you need to set up a wireless account. Now I could use my payment card to set up the account but Satan will be driving the snow plough before I give those details out over the net, so until I join every other adult human on this rock and get a credit card my blog entries will be fairly sporadic.

Right that's the excuse out of the way, so on with the show.

Got a rather nasty pic from dad the other day, it was of himself in a hospital bed with a gauze pad over one eye, he sent it to my phone after he had been discharged from the hospital. I got the shock of my life when I first saw it, I'd forgotten that he was going in to have a mole removed from that bit of the face between the tear duct and the bridge of the nose. Just had a chat with him ten mins ago and he said that when he changed the dressing on it he had a good look ad where the mole was and decided that it looked just like a bullet hole, nice.

To change the subject from terrible to tasty.
The chefs here at work did themselves proud on friday last, one of them made a load of home made fishcakes, yum! So nice are they that I had one for each meal all weekend, the best ones they did had salmon in them, flippin' 'eck they was goooood!
Also no chilly this weekend as the mate who's place I normaly go to to cook the chilly was away visiting friends with his other half, so now we're all in the middle of the worst case of cold turkey and are willing the weekend to come around NOW!!!

What to do with my time when I'm not making the worlds best chilly on a saturday?

I know I'll do a spot of shopping. Went to the asda to get a few bits and bobs most importannt of all was some goats milk and some socks. I know this isn't a very rock star style sounding life, well guess what I'm not a rockstar. Anyhoo, walked past the part that has all the music and dvd's and had to stop and get a few things, I know I could have walked past but you know how it is. The upshot of the trip was that I left the store with the following,

• "more songs to learn and sing"- Album by Echo and the bunnymen (wow)
• "i'm not dead"- Album by Pink (very good)
• "Ta-Dah"- Album by the Scissor sisters (only one half decent track on the whole waste of plastic)
• Weird science (a classic along with Ferris B's day off)

Got to dash lesson resumes in a few mins, see you all soon.

Invasion of the body snachers

They're taking over slowly, but surely.

This next pic is of a post office believe it or not

Who is next? And is there any way to halt the invasion?

We're all doomed, doomed I tell you!

Photos from my phone

The quality isn't as good as if I had used my camera, but I always have my phone with me and not always the camera, so its a case of taking the rough with the smooth I'm afraid.

First things first, here is a pic of the shortest copper in all of England. I always thought that you had to be a min of 6 foot in your stocking feet, not 5 foot 4 inches in your hat and boots as this chap seems to be.

I was at some friends house last night for tea/supper and she (no names) was cooking a chillie meatball and sausage dish which was delicious, there was some salami type stuff in it as well wich had to be fried to crisp it up a bit, anyway into the frying pan it went and good lord the amount of oil that was liberated from the stuff! Sufice to say the oil was enough to fry the onions, garlic and chillies in. Any how we ate the meal outside (seeing as the weather has picked up a bit) and chatted about this and that over a gass or two of wine. The temp dropped a degree or two and girlie being a hothouse flower had to wrap up a bit more that us lads, the up shot of this being the subject in the next pic, a lovely summer dress and those things on her feet, well I ask you...

I am fortunate in that I realy like my job, I'm not too chuffed with the management any more but I still enjoy my job. During my working day I get to use an assortment of machinery, here is a pic of one of them, she's called Brenda and we're both very happy together.

Around at friends house again today, they're having a BBQ and loads of peeps are comming, should be a good day, the local football team are playiong at home today as well, so once the game starts we will be able to hear what's going on with ease, as the stadium is only a few streets away. I was walking past the stadium one day during a match just as someone scored a goal, I almost had kittens, I don't think I've ever heard a noise that loud that wasn't an explosion of one sort or another.

Frustration (or isn't modern tech wonderful)

Right lets get the important stuff out of the way beffore the battery gives out.

Pop-ups are still being blocked, even tho I've turned it off, so guess what?

no spell check, so forgive my ignorance of the English lasagne.

This pic is the front cover of the best book I've got, it was a late birthday present from Ash. Cheers Ash this book is FABAROO, it tells young and older chaps all they need to know about stuff and things, marvelous.


And this is the back of the book, it says it all realy



This jar of mustard, is ablolutly mustard if you get my drift, just the right amount of chillies in it, another gift off Nobby and Kath. Only one tiny little problem....

...It's just too small and wont last, I doublt it will even make it home.

And here we have a pic of me, taken using the v3 and then washed thru the computer. Some might say (those who know me) the best pic of me in all the world

RIGHT.

Pleasantries over with it's time for a bejou rant, a rantette if you will.

I just thought it would be nice to post the pics above and to say thank to those responsible, so over to the internet cafe I troll laptop in bag. I used to be able to see the bloke pay the money and he would give me the WAP key and I would be away.

Not anymore! No. Now you have to get a paypal account, and pay for the connection over the net, the comp automaticly connects to the network then when you go on line the log in appears for paypal and asks for your details before allowing you access to the web. What happens if, like me you don't do the whole internet shopping and here are all my bank details, thing?

I don't even have a credit card, not because no one will give me one, I just don't want one. But this is one of many such (in)convenient things offf late that have proved that I should get a credit card, one more bit of plastic in my wallet.

Anyway here I am connected to the net, eventualy (the server went down), and the sun's gone in and it's getting next to impossibe to see, the only light is comming from the screen of the laptop and I think the "f" key is on the way out, it just doesn't feel right, sort of sticky.

Final rant I promise.

Do you ever feel the need to kick a puppy when dealing with your tech support guys? I do, I'm getting cheesed off having to phone them every week to see if they can possibly fit a bit of mantenance in on the machines in my workshop, one lathe has developed a squeek that's getting anoying, the other lathe's coolant pump doesn't work (the new one was written of in seconds thanks to the idiot who fitted it forgetting to clear out the reason that the first one died, namely swarf. GIT) and to top it all the only milling machine we have decided to go on the fritz just when I needed to use it. Anyway, I think I deserve a medal for keeping calm and not getting truely offensive with the IDIOT on the other end of the phone, because they realy deserve a good flogging for being so vacant and dense.

Right that's it I'm off for now as it's realy dark now.

Nothing much to report

Been back at work a few days, it having been a bank holiday an' all and it's been rather dull, both job wise and weather wise. Hardly worth the effort of turning up for work, so one day this week I didn't even bother, too naughty for hell or what?

Round at a friends house (if you look to the bottom of this blog you'll see I've described him as fiend, that was deliberate) today for a BBQ, however we seem to be in mid April as it's being very persistent outside. It's not really a problem as we can bring the chilly season forward a bit, it just means that yours truly is doing the cooking instead of my mate doing the BBQ, ho hum.

I'm using some of the chilies from the bushes he (my friend) recently got at a fair, actually I'm using a whole heap of the damned things as they are not that hot, I may have to stoop to using chill powder or crushed chilies to bring a little bit of heat to the savory mince I seem to have made by mistake. I'm sure that given a few years tho that the chilly plants he has will be real world beaters and burn the tongue out af an asbestos rhino (we can live in hope I suppose).

Brought my laptop with me so that I could install the software for my phone as my friend, his brother and me all have the same/similar phone that's now done, all works well. I was also hoping to update this blog with some photos, that I took with said phone whilst on my mammoth journey from Liverpool to Portsmouth (via London) {9 and a half bloody hours, thanks to a train strike! GITS!} but the battery ran out of juice and guess who forgot to bring his leads with him? DUHHH! I could have sworn that I packed them, ah well.
It's a pity really as when I turned on the laptop it detected an unsecured wireless network, I managed to update windows and my antivirus software and spyware software, which was cool, not ethical and morally dubious but NOT illegal, not my fault if some body doesn't know what they're doing, MWhhaahaha!! Still you gotta laugh.

Mate's brother asked to use the laptop to edit some music so he could change his ring tones on his phone, of course I said yes, and so he sat there whiling the time away in a happy little world of his own editing music tracks into functioning ring tones, nice. However, he was saving them all as a default save and so regardless of how many he did he still ended up with only one ring tone after forty minutes as they where saving one over the other, never mind. Just a pity that at the same time he realised this the battery upped and died. Better luck next time.

Read in the paper the other day about some old bloke Who had retired but had then got bored and so had gone back to work, he works for a car hire place and he's employed as a general mechanic and car washer, and he was ordered to take a day off on his birthday, actually ordered, well he is 100 years old. Yes I know what you're thinking, "this is a made up story that smells of the country", but I assure you dear reader that it is true, it was in the Mirror and in the Daly Mail so it has to be true (at least I didn't read it in the sun or the news of the world).

Oh yeah, before I go, must tell you that while I was in London waiting for a train out of the capital and closer to the coast, I met up with a mate who I haven't seen in over eight years, he has hardly changed, ok his heads a bit smoother but the eyes and the manic grin are still the same (SCARY!), had a couple of pints of cider while I waited for my connection, caught up on a few bits and bobs and agreed to meet up again one weekend either here or there. Good.

Here's another little gem 'afore I go.
Doctors in the UK say that fat chicks can't have IVF....Discuss.