New old things

There is a well known saying, so well known, in fact, that I cant remember the damn thing. It goes something along the lines of; nothing is really new, it's just a re-hash of some other old shite.

What made me think that this is true came this afternoon while messing around with my all new, super fast internet connection.

Youtube. I could never get to it with my old connexion, nothing would ever load. Well, this afternoon was spent toying with Youtube and after about an hour of watching talentless tat it suddenly dawned on me that Youtube is the CB radio of the new millennium.

Who could have imagined that so little talent, with such small dicks, could take up so much space on just the one www?

It also makes me wonder when the people of the West Midlands ever go to work. All of those people making their own porn, and I use the word advisedly, all with Brummie accents, they must only work part time.

I remember way back when CB radio was all the rage. Here I must explain that I never had one, but one of my friends did. I never saw the point. Any fool who felt themself a budding DJ had the whole airwaves to toy with.

Youtube is the same for frustrated Jeff Strykers and the like.

The feeling deep down is that these people have something missing. In the case of Youtube it seems to be the lack of a 9 inch dick.

Books that nearly did...

I saw this on somebody elses blog and couldn'r resist robbing them;

Horsing Around

Much seems to have been written about little [or, if the papers are to be believed, not so little] Daniel Radcliffe.

Well, the prospect of seeing him with his kit off doesn't make me want to rush off and shell out the best part of 40 quid.

But look on the bright side. It could be Richard Grffiths who's in the nip. Now THAT, I'd pay money to see!

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Note to JK Rowling, suggest next film called "Harry Potter and the Snail Trail of Minge"
Is it my twisted imagination, or is this a pic of Harry Potter giving Desert Orchid a reach-around?

"Entertainment Industry" type persons

The next time you are watching a movie [as opposed to watching a film...] especially if it's one of those "USA saves the world" type things, well, when the credits roll, see how many of the crew have a tag line to there name

Props: Fred Smith

Lighting:Mick Jones

Gopher: Bert "Chainsaw" Scoggins

Maybe I'm missing something? why is it the mug with the most unlikely name has to have a handle? The other thing is that it's never anybody who's fulfilling a key role, it's always the unit driver or the stand-by something or other.

The most I've ever seen in one "roll" of credits is five.

Consequently, I'm offering £5 [or equivalent in your local currency] for anybody who sees more in any films credits.

This post came to pass because I've had to have dealings this week with an entertainment industry type person.

I've been conned into doing a thing for schools with regard to National No Smoking Day. Part of the "show" involves £176,000 in fake £20 notes. A certain company in Wembley are printing these for us. My contact is a grubby little thing called Justin "call me Yard" Smi*****k.

Call me amoeba, more like!

Apparently he got his handle because he once worked on an episode of the American version of Scrapheap Challenge [Junkyard Wars] as the spanner polisher, or something.

Oh, to be able to bask in the reflected glory....

W.M.D 22-11-1921 to 21-05-2006

I don't remember the occasion but I do remember the dress.

A big thanks to those of you who sent me a message of condolence.

Back....again!

Well, after a short break, actualy, since June last year, I'm back.

I've actualy been off-line for that long!

Not being a one to sit around doing nothing, I've been a busy boy.

In chronological order they were

1 Bought a business.

2 Moved house.

This is a tad more complex than it may at first seem. Because I live with David, my other half, and he managed a pub, we lived "over the shop. We had the chance to buy a pub of our own. Needless to say, we did. This in turn required moving out of the old place and into the [new] even older place. This has initself has had its good and bad side.

The good being that Dave nolonger works for SPIRIT GROUP [you cheap bunch of shiester c**ts] and he doesn't have a dozy 16 year old bitch for an area manager.

The bad side is that we are now the masters of our own destiny [well, he is. I still go out to work for a living], and we are a quarter of a million pounds poorer.

So, it was farewell to the Greenman, Euston, and welcome to sunny Hampstead!

Sunny NW3 came with the dirtiest most run-down pub in the world. After trading for a month we closed for a month for a re-furb. Because we had nowhere to live while this was going on we discomfit to Cuba for a hol. Came back to two weeks of hell while the builders finished off and then jumped into their buggies and headed for the hills [waving a big wad of notes and giggling loudly].

The pub finally opened and we're doing well. The refurb only included the pub not the accommodation so I've spent the time since installing a kitchen, bathroom and all of the associated fun that goes with that shit. Hence, no blogging!

To be continued....