I said "It was what?" the geeky weather man responded with "Due to a high pressure system hovering over the west coast it was -8C" I thought well that is just an excuse. The geek left with a bug in his ear and several chunks of ice where they won't melt quickly. What really irks me is they get paid to be nerds throughout their life time on earth.
Where does one go for compensation over even a nice old fashioned rate about these conditions? We need the UN to set up a commission.
As one can imagine there is only one conversation on the island and it is really becoming a bore. My solution is to start nasty rumours about the sexual escapades of the not very rich and famous - but at least throwing out names that are unexpected such as local clergy, carers at the local old folks home, and teachers that coach the local basketball team. Come to think of it they were all likely candidates. Well at least it breaks up the monotony.
I do think, though, that I am probably best with a a few drinks down the ole' gullet and as this is the month of abstention the stories, by previous standards, are not the same quality but the juices still flow within the story line. A few little tipples and the slander because more cruel and shocking... but that's pretty easy here, most have no idea what half of the words mean so they just have look of shock on their faces. You're guaranteed the facial responses one seeks unless they are Harley Davidson riders and you can't see thru the beard and whatever is in residence inside them.
Now about this not drinking lark. It's a kind of statement saying "I'm not dependent and I care about my well being". Yea right - I count the hours to the return of Lady Rumela Cocalo - she was edited out of a Oscar Wilde play. The character, an old auntie, visiting from her Lake Cuomo Villa, convinces you that you need her more than she needs you thus you partake in anything she says. Such a ancient predator and it can become messy around midnight. Lady Rumela of course has a very expensive digital camera/movie maker.
I was thinking the other day about the faeries at the bottom of the garden. During a severe cold snap do they have little fur jackets made from road kill? Do they set up little camp fires and dance to the wee hours to keep warm? Or do they pop over to the D.L. (dull lesbian) next door and move in using the folds of her form as snuggy respite from the deep freeze? (There's one about the a Witches' Tit, but I won't go there) I'm very sure that there is much activity but until now I have not shared these speculations with anyone.
Now you can understand what is happening when I stop partaking in the nectar of the gods. Hope Alan as forgotten to keep up with the blog as this posting could scare the B'Jesus out of him. Though he was never very religious so he'll just shake his head and mutter something in Sussex slang.
Can you imagine the dreams? Even Polanski wouldn't go there.
Sorry for delays in loading things; been fairly busy and my technical skills are very juvenile. Must get a cute 18 year IT student to pop over for biscuits and blogs.
Before I go:
Recipe for a Canadian Softie:
Start with aTim Horton's Frostie (looks like snow)
Maple sugar (its in the CDN Constitution that if don't use it you could time by courtesy of an Haitian woman if don't include the substance. We get our freinds to put it in curries, because they shouldn't be eating the crap)
Cheese curd (a nod to our French contingent - and we're just as scare as them as the Constitutional Courts)
Salmon from "up coast"(mind you not the stuff whereby they pre-chew if for you to make candy, exceptions made if you have young children)
Measurements and Quantities to taste - (like most things CDN it's questionable)
Serve fresh - preferably at a ice hockey game wearing one's homemade woolly hat(sorry toque, so stupd, whoa, puh) At least you know your mother love you once when you put these fashion statements. But I ask why do people want to look like they are lacking in the area of IQ or they trying to get across a sense of confidence and up yours boys kind of attitude?
Much love
Px
PS: Alt to making a CDN Softie - call Hundred Hills House there's a live one there.
Where does one go for compensation over even a nice old fashioned rate about these conditions? We need the UN to set up a commission.
As one can imagine there is only one conversation on the island and it is really becoming a bore. My solution is to start nasty rumours about the sexual escapades of the not very rich and famous - but at least throwing out names that are unexpected such as local clergy, carers at the local old folks home, and teachers that coach the local basketball team. Come to think of it they were all likely candidates. Well at least it breaks up the monotony.
I do think, though, that I am probably best with a a few drinks down the ole' gullet and as this is the month of abstention the stories, by previous standards, are not the same quality but the juices still flow within the story line. A few little tipples and the slander because more cruel and shocking... but that's pretty easy here, most have no idea what half of the words mean so they just have look of shock on their faces. You're guaranteed the facial responses one seeks unless they are Harley Davidson riders and you can't see thru the beard and whatever is in residence inside them.
Now about this not drinking lark. It's a kind of statement saying "I'm not dependent and I care about my well being". Yea right - I count the hours to the return of Lady Rumela Cocalo - she was edited out of a Oscar Wilde play. The character, an old auntie, visiting from her Lake Cuomo Villa, convinces you that you need her more than she needs you thus you partake in anything she says. Such a ancient predator and it can become messy around midnight. Lady Rumela of course has a very expensive digital camera/movie maker.
I was thinking the other day about the faeries at the bottom of the garden. During a severe cold snap do they have little fur jackets made from road kill? Do they set up little camp fires and dance to the wee hours to keep warm? Or do they pop over to the D.L. (dull lesbian) next door and move in using the folds of her form as snuggy respite from the deep freeze? (There's one about the a Witches' Tit, but I won't go there) I'm very sure that there is much activity but until now I have not shared these speculations with anyone.
Now you can understand what is happening when I stop partaking in the nectar of the gods. Hope Alan as forgotten to keep up with the blog as this posting could scare the B'Jesus out of him. Though he was never very religious so he'll just shake his head and mutter something in Sussex slang.
Can you imagine the dreams? Even Polanski wouldn't go there.
Sorry for delays in loading things; been fairly busy and my technical skills are very juvenile. Must get a cute 18 year IT student to pop over for biscuits and blogs.
Before I go:
Recipe for a Canadian Softie:
Start with aTim Horton's Frostie (looks like snow)
Maple sugar (its in the CDN Constitution that if don't use it you could time by courtesy of an Haitian woman if don't include the substance. We get our freinds to put it in curries, because they shouldn't be eating the crap)
Cheese curd (a nod to our French contingent - and we're just as scare as them as the Constitutional Courts)
Salmon from "up coast"(mind you not the stuff whereby they pre-chew if for you to make candy, exceptions made if you have young children)
Measurements and Quantities to taste - (like most things CDN it's questionable)
Serve fresh - preferably at a ice hockey game wearing one's homemade woolly hat(sorry toque, so stupd, whoa, puh) At least you know your mother love you once when you put these fashion statements. But I ask why do people want to look like they are lacking in the area of IQ or they trying to get across a sense of confidence and up yours boys kind of attitude?
Much love
Px
PS: Alt to making a CDN Softie - call Hundred Hills House there's a live one there.
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