I am sacked of being a mum
Got sacked by my smallest one ages ago with the above phrase, now I am going to sack myself from the local art society having attended a horrible meeting last night where I got told to “shut up”. Jesus it was like Last of the Summer Wine meets The Apprentice. Still smarting from the hideousness of it all.
Shoes
I’m going to the Paramount Comedy Awards tonite, worrying about what shoes to wear. (Clown ones?)
Fire Fire
I know the old boy’s probably writing something dead erudite about tonight’s meeting with the the head of Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew… and so I bow to his superior doo da.
However, I would like to mention that I did get a face-to-face with the councillor whose job it is to oversee the current proposals to get rid of our Fire Station. And what did he tell me? That we were lucky he was at the meeting at all tonight because his wife had wanted to go out as well and she had been really cross with him that he had to come to our meeting.
So thank you Councillor Lloyd for so selflessly putting your duty as an elected representative of the people, for which you are paid, before your wife’s ire, in order to debate the future of our fireman’s jobs and the welfare of the people of Radlett (not to mention Borehamwood and the many surrounding villages).
Visit the Save Radlett Fire Station web site.
The Living Dead
Please stop it Living, I can’t bear it anymore, stop it with the Most Haunted. I haven’t watched you beyond 9pm for weeks. Please, please stop.
Boomtown Creatures
“Oh look, doggie!” says Rosa as a large rat strolls past on the terrace. The men are coming next week to kill it, Steve reckons he can hear its babies squeaking in the ivy and I have filmed him/her eating the grapes from our vine. I left a bit of Milky Bar out for it yesterday which it ate, I think. Nature eh?
The Cameron Carrot
I don’t give a toss if he did or if he didn’t, although if he is now it might be interesting. But I do really care that the main thrust of his argument tonight on Question Time was that the question as to whether he puffed was not relevant as it was twenty years ago before he became a politician. You just can’t use distance of time to nulify your actions, first of all everything we do shapes us, and secondly twenty years ago was once ten years ago was once a year ago and was once yesterday, sorry it was a massive spliff tonight (as if).
The point is, the only people that can, with any justification, say that previous actions no longer count are those that have served time, as for the rest of us, it’s fine to change your mind, to regret what you’ve done, to change your life completely, but to deny your previous actions any relevance because decades have passed is not acceptable.
Also weren’t you fascinated by the skin tones of Fade to Grey Muriel, Dunkin David and the granite faced Bony Ben?
What Katie Did
Far be it for me to speak ill of the drugged up, but 200 quid a day doesn’t seem that much to me, and I hate to think of her not sharing - it would seem so…selfish.
Sue Thomas Fucking Boring Idea
That’s clearly what FBI stands for in her case. Oh my god, could she be more stupifying. Who cares if she shags her partner in mime, this is putrifying television, and Mr Elstein, I would respectfully request therefore, that you get rid of it. That is, of course if you are allowed.
Oh There I Am
I pressed the wrong button in my head and I disappeared.