Hey Sweet Tush!

Not a great deal to report over the past week or so making this blog a particularly hard one (Gnuurk) to get written. 

I’ve been going a bit Ciao-mad lately and have published about 10 reviews recently all of which, I am most proud to say, are getting constant “very helpful” ratings! Whoo Hoo, I heard you cry. Well it helps to fill my otherwise empty days and I believe I am helping people make informed purchasing decisions, even if it is only for Sainsbury’s Bombay Mix. Which leads me on to ask, why wasn’t it renamed Mumbai Mix? 

I was in the loft on Sunday struggling in my pants and trainers to put a couple of shelves on the back wall. I then cleared out an old folder full with old bits of paper. There was everything there from school commendations; “Richard has made excellent progress with his straw dinosaur” (?), all my O’ Level, GCSE, and CSE exam results, my report from Harrogate and some old plans for a Dungeons and Dragons maze I’d created. I also discovered a couple of old footie programmes and signed photos of Alan Hansen, Des Lynham and Tom “Name that Tune” O’Connor. I was going to chuck the lot in the recycling until I thought I’d post them up to FreeCycle and see if some other mug wanted them. So anyway I post up my 5 mails describing the items and within seconds I’d had replies back from people who could wait to get their hands on Alan. This was then followed by an extremely snotty mail by the administrator witch of the Reading list who commented that I should have put all 5 posts into one mail and not had 5 separate mails and that “this was my job not hers”. She then signed off by saying she would love to make my posts unmoderated but until I start to follow the rules of the list more “assiduously” this wouldn’t be possible. 

Well this rat-bag old spinster might like to know that whilst she is busy having to edit and re-edit all of her list’s posts other lists I subscribe to published the ads and took the items. So people of Reading, you might like to consider the ducking stool for this old bag before her Jobsworthyness denies you of any more top notch items! 

Had a claim to fame over the weekend. Liverpool played Bolton and during the game a very dodgy decision was giving by the Linesman which resulted in a Bolton goal. The Linesman was, as Ray Stubbs let me know, non other than Robo-Op and chinny wonder Andy Halliday, who I used to work with in Germany! So in what must have been a very stressful and worrying weekend for the assistant ref he can now console himself with the fact that someone who he used to work with, who he probably doesn’t remember and who’s website he’ll probably never visit anyway, now collects beer glasses! 

Do you ever put your name into Google and see who appears on the image search? No? Well I do and today this fine looking chap popped up.

Now Richard Milligan here is a member of the English faculty at the University of Saskatchewan (which must be great when filling in forms). But what I loved on this page, was that all the faculty members had submitted their photos, obviously having been dragged in and made to stand in front of a plain wall apart from Holly here.

Obviously Holly feels that after having a book of poetry called "Sway" published and holding a BA in English and Creative Writing she deserves more than a bog standard snap taken by the lady who looks after the photocopier and decided to bring in a professionally taken photo, where she’s wearing more slap than a cross dressing Sioux Indian chief. Hey good on you Holly! Just grab us a cup of coffee will you sweetie and I'll give your little ol' essay the once over once I've dealt with these important men from the publishers.