We have an ancient publication over here called The Radio Times.
It is the original T.V. listings magazine and still my favourite. It only used to list BBC T.V. and radio programmes but now has all the major broadcast info for satellite and cable etc.
As I know Sassy is a Grey's addict and I have never seen the show, I thought I would post the write-up for "Today's choices"
DIGITAL/CABLE CHOICES
Grey's Anatomy
10.00pm Living
Grey's is the TV equivalent of a not entirely genuine sick day spent listening to Westlife and eating cream straight from the pot, all the while dressed in pink polka-dot pyjamas.
It's shallow, sinful and girlier than kittens.
Meredith Grey is a fuzzy basket case, and her girl surgeon chums aren't much better.
The chaps are dreadfully bland, sensitive alpha males in awe of the women folk.
This week, a girl doctor bakes her way through her grief and Meredith can't decide whether she wants Dr McDeamy or McOther One.
Series three continues tonight.
Watch it, but don't tell anyone you did.
How could it fail to get top ratings with that endorsement.
May even be worth a look.....................only kidding.
Sassy, the reviewer is called Ruth Margolis, you may want to visit her in the small hours and put a bat up her nightdress.
It gets lots of publicity on the satellite channels over here so you have Brit allies.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Rain?
It's Bank Holiday weekend again and the forecast is chilly and wet.
Now I'm not going to go banging on about "it always rains on Bank Holiday" because I don't really care what the weather is like. If it rains I have stuff to do inside, and if it's fine then I have to finish re-building the stream which which runs into my pond, and wash the car and a whole bunch of other stuff.
Anyway, it rained a bit yesterday afternoon and I kind of liked the way the water formed on the irises in the pond, so here are a couple of piccies.
The blue one flowered for the first time this year. A nice supprise as I thought they were all yellow.
Got a new Japanese koi last week, he's called Bob, and was in hiding with all the other Bob's when I took these.
Now I'm not going to go banging on about "it always rains on Bank Holiday" because I don't really care what the weather is like. If it rains I have stuff to do inside, and if it's fine then I have to finish re-building the stream which which runs into my pond, and wash the car and a whole bunch of other stuff.
Anyway, it rained a bit yesterday afternoon and I kind of liked the way the water formed on the irises in the pond, so here are a couple of piccies.
The blue one flowered for the first time this year. A nice supprise as I thought they were all yellow.
Got a new Japanese koi last week, he's called Bob, and was in hiding with all the other Bob's when I took these.Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Horses arse.....again
We lost the European Cup Final.
Bugger.
London Wasps stuck to a good game plan, stopped us from playing and were worthy of the win, although it pains me to admit it.
Still, we did end up winning the EDF Anglo-Welsh Cup and we are the English Premiership Champions and I had 2 top days out at Twickers this year with The Tigers so it was a pretty good season in the end.
Roll on the World Cup En France later in the year. Must get tickets, must get tickets, must get tickets...........................
Bugger.
London Wasps stuck to a good game plan, stopped us from playing and were worthy of the win, although it pains me to admit it.
Still, we did end up winning the EDF Anglo-Welsh Cup and we are the English Premiership Champions and I had 2 top days out at Twickers this year with The Tigers so it was a pretty good season in the end.
Roll on the World Cup En France later in the year. Must get tickets, must get tickets, must get tickets...........................
Saturday, May 19, 2007
My Babies
Some people put pictures of their babies on their blogs, some people describe their work or their passion or their hobbies.
For me it's all the same.
I started out 30 years ago as an "old lag" mechanic who had to learn how to paint cars because nobody else could be arsed, and someone had to do it.
I'm now Senior Process Engineer responsible for main colour application, critical process, and all aspects of Manufacturing Engineering regarding body and paint.
(Yes, I get paid to watch paint dry).
I also love my job, although it drives me crazy sometimes, so I thought I would post a few pictures of some of the "out of hours" stuff I get involved in along with 4 or 5 of my fellow lunatic colleagues when we are not focused on production.
This is a carbon race car which two of us had to prepare and paint with the usual ample planned timescale, ("you got 4 days cos we have to get it to the docks next Tuesday")!!!
We love the Motor sport guys.
It was a lot of fun although the panels were pretty crap from the tooling but four 16 hour days later we were finished. The car got built, photographed and on the boat bang on time.
For me it's all the same.
I started out 30 years ago as an "old lag" mechanic who had to learn how to paint cars because nobody else could be arsed, and someone had to do it.
I'm now Senior Process Engineer responsible for main colour application, critical process, and all aspects of Manufacturing Engineering regarding body and paint.
(Yes, I get paid to watch paint dry).
I also love my job, although it drives me crazy sometimes, so I thought I would post a few pictures of some of the "out of hours" stuff I get involved in along with 4 or 5 of my fellow lunatic colleagues when we are not focused on production.
This is a carbon race car which two of us had to prepare and paint with the usual ample planned timescale, ("you got 4 days cos we have to get it to the docks next Tuesday")!!!
We love the Motor sport guys.
It was a lot of fun although the panels were pretty crap from the tooling but four 16 hour days later we were finished. The car got built, photographed and on the boat bang on time.
Nice ass don't you think.
I'll put some more on soon but it's the rugby final tomorrow so that comes first.
I'll put some more on soon but it's the rugby final tomorrow so that comes first.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Two down, one to go......
On the 15th of April this year I was at Twickenham to see Leicester Tigers play Ospreys in the EDF Cup Final.
A fantastic game which we won after a tough second half.
Last Saturday I was at Twickers again for the Guinness Premiership Final against Gloucester.
Both teams finished the season on 71 points but Gloucester were placed top as they had one more win than us.
We actually got 72 points but were penalised a point for fielding a player before he was eligible. (silly buggers).
This was set to be a hard fought final as we had lost scrum half Harry Ellis, one of our key players, in the semi-final the previous week end.
Below we find the boys having a warm up before getting into it.
A fantastic game which we won after a tough second half.
Last Saturday I was at Twickers again for the Guinness Premiership Final against Gloucester.
Both teams finished the season on 71 points but Gloucester were placed top as they had one more win than us.
We actually got 72 points but were penalised a point for fielding a player before he was eligible. (silly buggers).
This was set to be a hard fought final as we had lost scrum half Harry Ellis, one of our key players, in the semi-final the previous week end.
Below we find the boys having a warm up before getting into it.
We were down by 3 points after 5 minutes and a shaky start but then got it together and just blew Gloucester away.
Awesome is about the only way to describe it, with apologies to any Gloucester folk, they were simply no match for The Tigers on the day.
Awesome is about the only way to describe it, with apologies to any Gloucester folk, they were simply no match for The Tigers on the day.
Final score Tigers 44 Gloucester 16.
It's another trophy in the cabinet, fireworks and champagne and a quick celebration before next Sunday.
We are again at Twickenham in the European Cup Final. I have to satisfy myself with watching on T.V. as I was too late to get tickets for this one.
The first all English European Cup Final against our old enemy London Wasps.
Keep all your bits crossed for me on Sunday and you should hear the cheers if we win.
No team has ever won the treble so no pressure !!!!!
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Antwerpen part 2
It's been a shitty couple of weeks, not the squirty tummy type but the phenomenally busy and hassle filled type.
Still, it's a long weekend and Leicester are still on for an historic treble after a tough semi-final against Bristol on Saturday afternoon. So Twickenham beckons again for me next weekend, organic burgers, Guinness and hopefully victory against Gloucester for the 2007 Championship Trophy.
Anyway, it's time to conclude the Belgium saga, as I had a bunch of them over here last week contributing to the hassle.
The spectacular building in the background is Het Steen. One of the earliest stone buildings in the City, dating back to the 13th century and first known as Antwerp castle, it was re-named around 1520 after significant re-building by Charles V. This led to the name "Heeren Steen" (Kings stone) later shortened to Het Steen.
The castle made it possible to control access to the river Scheldt running through Antwerp and was also used as a prison between 1303 & 1827. Part of the building was later demolished to provide materials to make roads to connect the North and South ends of the port and today Het Steen houses the National Maritime Museum. (sorry Lynn, no carrots but just for you here is the link to the carrot museum again).
Above the entrance is a relief statue depicting a man with spread legs who at one time also had a huge penis. It was visited by women in the hope of providing a cure for infertility. This oversize member didn't go down too well with the Jesuits and in the 17th century they gave him "the op" and removed his naughty bits, (no sense of fun those Jesuits).
There seems to be something about giants in Belgian folklore. Maybe it's the chocolate that makes them grow so big, but I saved the best one until last.
The big guy in front of Het Steen is Lange Wapper, Antwerp's version of the boogie man. A mythical demon known in many folklore tales in the Antwerp area. He appears here to be farting at some peasants but he was known for more than that.
Lange Wapper liked to live near water and loved to stroll along the banks of the Scheldt in Antwerp.
He could make himself as small as a child or as big as a giant and had a penchant for picking up fishing boats by the mast and throwing them around.
He liked to play "stamp on your hat" with children and enjoyed teasing drunks then vanishing with a devilish laugh.
He was also a bit of a "perv" who liked to get intimate with the ladies.
Using his powers, he turned himself into a white handkerchief in order to be picked up by a passing beauty and was tucked into her "under garments". He also took the form of a new born baby and laid himself on a stone bench outside the butchers hall. a woman who had just had a baby took pity on the crying child and put it to her breast. At this point Wapper returned to his true form and gave the young mother the fright of her life. Sounds like a top bloke to take for a night on the piss with the lads.
I have been promised a tour to Bruges with Anne, one of my Belgian conspiritors next time I get over there so this may not be the end of the Phlegms. Ja manekes.
Still, it's a long weekend and Leicester are still on for an historic treble after a tough semi-final against Bristol on Saturday afternoon. So Twickenham beckons again for me next weekend, organic burgers, Guinness and hopefully victory against Gloucester for the 2007 Championship Trophy.
Anyway, it's time to conclude the Belgium saga, as I had a bunch of them over here last week contributing to the hassle.
The spectacular building in the background is Het Steen. One of the earliest stone buildings in the City, dating back to the 13th century and first known as Antwerp castle, it was re-named around 1520 after significant re-building by Charles V. This led to the name "Heeren Steen" (Kings stone) later shortened to Het Steen.
The castle made it possible to control access to the river Scheldt running through Antwerp and was also used as a prison between 1303 & 1827. Part of the building was later demolished to provide materials to make roads to connect the North and South ends of the port and today Het Steen houses the National Maritime Museum. (sorry Lynn, no carrots but just for you here is the link to the carrot museum again).
Above the entrance is a relief statue depicting a man with spread legs who at one time also had a huge penis. It was visited by women in the hope of providing a cure for infertility. This oversize member didn't go down too well with the Jesuits and in the 17th century they gave him "the op" and removed his naughty bits, (no sense of fun those Jesuits).
There seems to be something about giants in Belgian folklore. Maybe it's the chocolate that makes them grow so big, but I saved the best one until last.
The big guy in front of Het Steen is Lange Wapper, Antwerp's version of the boogie man. A mythical demon known in many folklore tales in the Antwerp area. He appears here to be farting at some peasants but he was known for more than that.
Lange Wapper liked to live near water and loved to stroll along the banks of the Scheldt in Antwerp.
He could make himself as small as a child or as big as a giant and had a penchant for picking up fishing boats by the mast and throwing them around.
He liked to play "stamp on your hat" with children and enjoyed teasing drunks then vanishing with a devilish laugh.
He was also a bit of a "perv" who liked to get intimate with the ladies.
Using his powers, he turned himself into a white handkerchief in order to be picked up by a passing beauty and was tucked into her "under garments". He also took the form of a new born baby and laid himself on a stone bench outside the butchers hall. a woman who had just had a baby took pity on the crying child and put it to her breast. At this point Wapper returned to his true form and gave the young mother the fright of her life. Sounds like a top bloke to take for a night on the piss with the lads.
I have been promised a tour to Bruges with Anne, one of my Belgian conspiritors next time I get over there so this may not be the end of the Phlegms. Ja manekes.
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