Saturday, September 27, 2003
| posted by Simon |
8:01 pm |
7 posts in one day.
Including this one, I have posted four times in the last fortnight, that's really crap. It's a combination of too little time and a complete lack of original ideas. I'm going to struggle to make this thing last two years.
According to Gert's blogger audit I'm the smallest bloke blogger. I must say I've never seen it as a disadvantage, although I was one of the smallest in my class I still finished in the top ten at high jump. Before I was married I had quite a few girlfriends, and I was never a victim of bullying. I suppose it's a matter of how you view yourself, I know people who are my height and have a real chip on their shoulder about it. The only thing I can think of is that it's a matter of the size of your "appendage". Like I said, I don't have a problem with my "height". Anyone who tells you that size doesn't matter has only got a little one !
I have spent all day helping to build a workbench at the shop. It's a swap thing, Gary builds me a workbench, and I build him a computer. It cost me £20, it's going to cost him a little bit more but we are both well pleased with the deal. I got to have a go on his jigsaw, and I managed to do it without severing any fingers, which was a bonus. I'll take a picture of it when it's finished.
Isn't dinner ladies fucking top television ? It's been around for ages but it makes me piss myself ! Tracy reckons Victoria Wood is a comic genius, and I think I agree. Another good one is that thing with Shoestring in, the one where he and his team solve crimes from years ago, the one with Barbara Royle in. I thought I had solved it last week, but then the two mystery men turned out to be police, and that scuppered my theory.
I have just finished reading Barry Fry's autobiography, and very good it was. If you want a glimpse of life as a lower league football manager then read this. It's worlds apart from the glamour of the premier league, and it makes you wonder how football at grass roots level survives in this country. I have always liked Barry Fry, which is why I read it in the first place, but now you can add admiration to the list, he is one in a million. It's called "the big fry". Read it.
Pinky has gone AWOL; I don't think I can go too long without reading what's going on in her head. It makes me feel so fucking normal. No offence mate ! Hmm, she's back, that'll teach me to write before I look.
No takers on the puzzle yet, the prize is definitely a book, I'm just deciding which one.