Blimey, it has been a while since I was last here.
Lots of stuff going on at work over the last 3 weeks, which means we are now finished with the latest round of redundancies. Not nice, so I will not dwell on it.
Anyway, besides that, what else has happened recently?
England lost to Argentina and the Springboks handed us the game last Saturday. Thanks chaps, I'm sure Andy Robinson was very grateful. He still needs to be replaced at the end of the Autumn games.
Good old GW lost lots of seats in both houses but managed to convince himself that this was always in his plans, we believe you George, if it helps to consolify you.
Christmas is here already. I'm afraid I am with Dive on this subject, baah humbug.
It was just too much on Saturday morning in the coffee shop having to listen to carols.
IT'S THE MIDDLE OF NOVEMBER FOR FUCKS SAKE.
The ashes series starts this week down under. Not too sure how that will go but I am off for a couple of days at the end of this week so I think it would be rude not to stay up very late and watch the first days play.
Lots of other stuff went on all over the place since my last post but, if I told you about all that, you wouldn't need to buy a paper.
I will content myself with the fact that it has been so long since I last wrote something that I forgot my password, so I won't leave it so long next time, ("what a silly bunt").
Monday, November 20, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Shiiiiite
It was a very good day on Sunday.
I have known my mate Colin for almost 20 years, we have been through all kinds of stuff over that time and we both share a passion for the Union game. (Played by men with funny shaped balls).
Now I am sure egg chasing isn't for everyone but ever since young William Webb Ellis picked up the ball at Rugby school, the game has been played and supported by people who know how to appreciate sport and sportsmanship.
With this in mind, we were really looking forward to being at H.Q. (Twickenham) for the 2 biggest occasions of this year.
The opening of the new South stand, and England v New Zealand.
Twickenham stadium, being where it is, requires us to leave home allowing 6 hours to get to the ground.
It only takes 3 hours to get to the A316 at Staines but the 5 or so miles from there to the stadium can take another 2 hours, as we found out in 2004 when we got into the South Africa game with 5 minutes to kick-off.
We were in good time on Sunday and so we strolled over to the Guinness trailer, obtained a couple of pints of the good stuff and "did the car park"
It is a tradition at Twickenham, in the grounds behind the west stand, that a car park and general mingling area " The Village" is created. Club members and rugby gentlefolk gather with their Range Rovers and the like, with picnic hampers and folding chairs and all manner of fine things to eat and drink, to take in the atmosphere and socialise before the game.
Can't see that happening at Anfield or Old Trafford somehow!
Anyway, the new south stand just needs the roof putting on, but is complete in all other respects. The stadium now holds 82,500 ish, and we all boo'ed the right awful Tessa Jowell, MP for Culture, media and sport (yeah right), when she "opened" it. They did cut the sound of our displeasure out when it was shown on T.V. so I'm told.
So that was fun, then came The All Blacks.
I never expected England to win this game but to lose by a record margin was testament to the piss poor job being done by Andy Robinson as director of rugby.
Why sack most of the coaches but keep the guy who gave them the (mis) direction which lead to the six consecutive defeats we have now suffered.
I'm sure Rob Andrew will do something about this at some stage, but as far as this rant is concerned, we can forget the next 3 tests against Argentina and the Springboks, The Six Nations and next years World Cup because without new ideas and passion, we will be chasing the southern hemisphere again just like we always did.
I still shouted and sang for my Country as I always do, but we were also playing against a French referee and TMO (third match official) and 2 Aussie touch judges.
1 perfectly good try disallowed and some very dubious calls on the right hand touch line were enough to make me think we would not get too close by the end of the game, but 20 - 41 was a bit much.
My only disappointment was not seeing the best team in the World playing in the way for which they are famous. i.e fast, free flowing, running rugby.
Dan Carter is the best fly half in the World but surely he could run the ball or kick to touch from all the penalties England gave away rather than kicking for goal. I know he only missed 1 but that's not the point.
Anyway, we got stuffed, had a great day out, and got home in time for Colin's better half to supply us with a hearty meal and send us down the pub to console ourselves, so in all, it was a good day.
Looking forward to tomorrow and finding out what happened in the Mid Terms. Still with less than half the American voters actually exercising their only chance to make a difference, I suppose old George will still have some seats left to controlify the Country.
Long live democracy.
I have known my mate Colin for almost 20 years, we have been through all kinds of stuff over that time and we both share a passion for the Union game. (Played by men with funny shaped balls).
Now I am sure egg chasing isn't for everyone but ever since young William Webb Ellis picked up the ball at Rugby school, the game has been played and supported by people who know how to appreciate sport and sportsmanship.
With this in mind, we were really looking forward to being at H.Q. (Twickenham) for the 2 biggest occasions of this year.
The opening of the new South stand, and England v New Zealand.
Twickenham stadium, being where it is, requires us to leave home allowing 6 hours to get to the ground.
It only takes 3 hours to get to the A316 at Staines but the 5 or so miles from there to the stadium can take another 2 hours, as we found out in 2004 when we got into the South Africa game with 5 minutes to kick-off.
We were in good time on Sunday and so we strolled over to the Guinness trailer, obtained a couple of pints of the good stuff and "did the car park"
It is a tradition at Twickenham, in the grounds behind the west stand, that a car park and general mingling area " The Village" is created. Club members and rugby gentlefolk gather with their Range Rovers and the like, with picnic hampers and folding chairs and all manner of fine things to eat and drink, to take in the atmosphere and socialise before the game.
Can't see that happening at Anfield or Old Trafford somehow!
Anyway, the new south stand just needs the roof putting on, but is complete in all other respects. The stadium now holds 82,500 ish, and we all boo'ed the right awful Tessa Jowell, MP for Culture, media and sport (yeah right), when she "opened" it. They did cut the sound of our displeasure out when it was shown on T.V. so I'm told.
So that was fun, then came The All Blacks.
I never expected England to win this game but to lose by a record margin was testament to the piss poor job being done by Andy Robinson as director of rugby.
Why sack most of the coaches but keep the guy who gave them the (mis) direction which lead to the six consecutive defeats we have now suffered.
I'm sure Rob Andrew will do something about this at some stage, but as far as this rant is concerned, we can forget the next 3 tests against Argentina and the Springboks, The Six Nations and next years World Cup because without new ideas and passion, we will be chasing the southern hemisphere again just like we always did.
I still shouted and sang for my Country as I always do, but we were also playing against a French referee and TMO (third match official) and 2 Aussie touch judges.
1 perfectly good try disallowed and some very dubious calls on the right hand touch line were enough to make me think we would not get too close by the end of the game, but 20 - 41 was a bit much.
My only disappointment was not seeing the best team in the World playing in the way for which they are famous. i.e fast, free flowing, running rugby.
Dan Carter is the best fly half in the World but surely he could run the ball or kick to touch from all the penalties England gave away rather than kicking for goal. I know he only missed 1 but that's not the point.
Anyway, we got stuffed, had a great day out, and got home in time for Colin's better half to supply us with a hearty meal and send us down the pub to console ourselves, so in all, it was a good day.
Looking forward to tomorrow and finding out what happened in the Mid Terms. Still with less than half the American voters actually exercising their only chance to make a difference, I suppose old George will still have some seats left to controlify the Country.
Long live democracy.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Hey hey U.S.A.
One of the most frustrating things about being a Supreme Entity on a part-time basis is that you don't get the options available to the full-time Deity.
These include "flood, famine, plague, mud & devastation, boils, looking like a dick-head etc" buttons on the remote control, along with thunderbolts and all the good stuff.
If these were at my disposal, I'm sure the cabbage in The White House would have been on the receiving end way before now.
Problem is, his "fellow Americans" seem only too eager to keep voting him back into office regardless of the fact that they are now unable to safely leave their own shores without fear of persecution, and the biggest return on U.S. foreign policy seems to be in full body bags since George jr got to re-start Daddy's war.
In 2004 George won a comfortable victory by 52% to Kerry's 48%. I suppose to someone who obviously can't count beyond 23 by using all his attributes, this seems comfortable. Not from this side of the water.
We also suffer from the fact that our glorious leader Mr Blur is so far up GWB jr's arse that the only thing making Georges eyes seem bright is the glare from Tony's teeth.
My feelings for our European colleagues may be less than loving, (notably the French rugby team) but we are closer to them than we are to America, so our nations direction should be driven by the best interests of Britain rather than some un-holy alliance between someone who's Daddy bought him a Presidency because he was no bloody good at anything else, and a Thunderbird puppet who took office by re-naming old Tory policy as "New Labour" and smiling a lot.
Perhaps we should take our lead from history.
On this day in 1957 the Russians launched the first dog into space, so with me being The Monkey God and George being nearer to monkey's than homo sapiens, maybe I should use my simian influence and persuade him to test the next N.A.S.A. mission to crash into Uranus. Tony could navigate for him.
Sorry for the rant but isn't that what this is all about?
I never used to be an opinionated old scroat, I think I am turning into my Brother.
By the way, for anyone who gives a shit, the double glazing quote was interesting.
6 windows, 1 front door and 2 french doors, 13 grand !!!!!!!!! which could be eased down to 7.5 k.
I showed him my 3 wood and said I could ease this somewhere, then I showed him the current front door and demonstrated how it works.
I will speak to Wendy from next door and get a quote from the guy's who supplied her windows.
These include "flood, famine, plague, mud & devastation, boils, looking like a dick-head etc" buttons on the remote control, along with thunderbolts and all the good stuff.
If these were at my disposal, I'm sure the cabbage in The White House would have been on the receiving end way before now.
Problem is, his "fellow Americans" seem only too eager to keep voting him back into office regardless of the fact that they are now unable to safely leave their own shores without fear of persecution, and the biggest return on U.S. foreign policy seems to be in full body bags since George jr got to re-start Daddy's war.
In 2004 George won a comfortable victory by 52% to Kerry's 48%. I suppose to someone who obviously can't count beyond 23 by using all his attributes, this seems comfortable. Not from this side of the water.
We also suffer from the fact that our glorious leader Mr Blur is so far up GWB jr's arse that the only thing making Georges eyes seem bright is the glare from Tony's teeth.
My feelings for our European colleagues may be less than loving, (notably the French rugby team) but we are closer to them than we are to America, so our nations direction should be driven by the best interests of Britain rather than some un-holy alliance between someone who's Daddy bought him a Presidency because he was no bloody good at anything else, and a Thunderbird puppet who took office by re-naming old Tory policy as "New Labour" and smiling a lot.
Perhaps we should take our lead from history.
On this day in 1957 the Russians launched the first dog into space, so with me being The Monkey God and George being nearer to monkey's than homo sapiens, maybe I should use my simian influence and persuade him to test the next N.A.S.A. mission to crash into Uranus. Tony could navigate for him.
Sorry for the rant but isn't that what this is all about?
I never used to be an opinionated old scroat, I think I am turning into my Brother.
By the way, for anyone who gives a shit, the double glazing quote was interesting.
6 windows, 1 front door and 2 french doors, 13 grand !!!!!!!!! which could be eased down to 7.5 k.
I showed him my 3 wood and said I could ease this somewhere, then I showed him the current front door and demonstrated how it works.
I will speak to Wendy from next door and get a quote from the guy's who supplied her windows.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Here we go 2, 3, 4.
Right then, here we are all blogged up with the afternoon off, waiting for the double glazing guy to come round and "give me a price" for my windows and doors.
This should be a laugh. I invited one of these types into my home about 10 years ago, and after 4 hours of "have you considered" and "of course this makes you eligible for a 400% discount if you fit this on the 5th Wednesday in February when the mist is on the swonickles" My soul left my body and buggered off down the pub without me.
Old Dive was banging on about Jehovah's witnesses, evangelists et al. They have nothing on this crowd, but needs must when the north wind blows and you are too tight to put the heating on while you can still feel your fingers.
By the way, my best advice for the God botherers is just to say " thanks but I am a Jedi Knight" and shut the door while smiling. A "give blood" sticker next to the doorbell can also keep certain persuasions at bay.
Anyway, I was intending to elaborate a little about me and what I do when I get time off from the Simian Deity duties.
I don't feel middle aged but am not too sure if 45 fits in that category. My job keeps me young ha ha.
Senior process engineer for body and paint is my official title but "you there" or "Can you just" also fit the bill.
I work for a company with a huge history in motor sport and a world renowned reputation for creating cars with un-paralleled ride & handling. We are in Norfolk so no prizes for guessing, and no negative comments about lots of trouble, usually serious. I am very proud of where I work and our history and I get very defensive about it. (Old Git Syndrome I suppose).
I am involved in everything which concerns body structures and coatings within manufacturing, which can be much more interesting than it sounds.
It has taken me to lots of nice places around the world, and I get to play with all the future projects and latest composites and paint systems. I also have a couple of small specialist departments to run within the paint shop.
I love my job but it can be a pain in the arse at times.
O.K. I have finished with the work thing for now, you can all wake up.
I am also a big rugby union fan. I have followed Leicester Tigers for more years than I choose to remember and I get to games when I can, but as Welford Road (home ground) is always sold out weeks in advance and is also a 3 hour drive from my home, it is not very easy.
I am off to Twickenham on Sunday to watch England take on the All Blacks. Beating them will be a big challenge but I'm sure it will be a cracking game whatever the result.
Is that the doorbell I hear? Quick, where is my light sabre and severed goats head just in case?
I think I hear the sacred "20mm air gap" chant of the double glazing guild, let's see what happens..........
This should be a laugh. I invited one of these types into my home about 10 years ago, and after 4 hours of "have you considered" and "of course this makes you eligible for a 400% discount if you fit this on the 5th Wednesday in February when the mist is on the swonickles" My soul left my body and buggered off down the pub without me.
Old Dive was banging on about Jehovah's witnesses, evangelists et al. They have nothing on this crowd, but needs must when the north wind blows and you are too tight to put the heating on while you can still feel your fingers.
By the way, my best advice for the God botherers is just to say " thanks but I am a Jedi Knight" and shut the door while smiling. A "give blood" sticker next to the doorbell can also keep certain persuasions at bay.
Anyway, I was intending to elaborate a little about me and what I do when I get time off from the Simian Deity duties.
I don't feel middle aged but am not too sure if 45 fits in that category. My job keeps me young ha ha.
Senior process engineer for body and paint is my official title but "you there" or "Can you just" also fit the bill.
I work for a company with a huge history in motor sport and a world renowned reputation for creating cars with un-paralleled ride & handling. We are in Norfolk so no prizes for guessing, and no negative comments about lots of trouble, usually serious. I am very proud of where I work and our history and I get very defensive about it. (Old Git Syndrome I suppose).
I am involved in everything which concerns body structures and coatings within manufacturing, which can be much more interesting than it sounds.
It has taken me to lots of nice places around the world, and I get to play with all the future projects and latest composites and paint systems. I also have a couple of small specialist departments to run within the paint shop.
I love my job but it can be a pain in the arse at times.
O.K. I have finished with the work thing for now, you can all wake up.
I am also a big rugby union fan. I have followed Leicester Tigers for more years than I choose to remember and I get to games when I can, but as Welford Road (home ground) is always sold out weeks in advance and is also a 3 hour drive from my home, it is not very easy.
I am off to Twickenham on Sunday to watch England take on the All Blacks. Beating them will be a big challenge but I'm sure it will be a cracking game whatever the result.
Is that the doorbell I hear? Quick, where is my light sabre and severed goats head just in case?
I think I hear the sacred "20mm air gap" chant of the double glazing guild, let's see what happens..........
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Hello World, Hello Trees
I've been hanging around up here all these years.
Now the trees have grown high enough to reach me, I've invented climbing down.
Now I'm walking upright, so watch it!
Now the trees have grown high enough to reach me, I've invented climbing down.
Now I'm walking upright, so watch it!
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