Temperature Approaching F. Cold

December in Manchester is impossible without a cosy jumper and a big, warm coat. Obviously, as a Scotsman I CAN handle the cold (by putting on a cosy jumper and a big, warm coat) but I was still stunned on the bus from work yesterday, to see three separate people walking about in SHORTS.

SHORTS!

I don’t keep up with the “macho-and-tough” trends. Is this The Thing now? How exactly does hypothermia impress the lay-deez? Granted, you might have some Nurses in your immediate future but i’ll bet all the money in my pocket their thoughts will contain the phrase “you twat” at regular intervals.

This Is Me Since Last Month… um…

Last few months have been a bit of a rollercoaster, what with one thing and another, and I’ve been putting off blogging partly as I’ve been really busy and partly to avoid having to discuss myself.

But I missed it sooooooo rather than work out what to say and not say, I’m just going to start from here and get on with it.

To quote the magical Peewee Herman:-

“There are things about me you wouldn’t know,
things about me you couldn’t know,
things about me you shouldn’t know…”

oh yeah.

Annoyingly, not much to say today.

Except everybody should go over to Donna’s Site and commiserate with her over the loss of little Greebo, the tiny cat disguised as an enormous ball of fluff.

And I should express how sorry and regretful I am to see those Brave English Boys make a complete arse of their game against Croatia. I really should. Oh yes. I had tears in my eyes watching them last night. Rolling down my cheeks, they were. And I nearly split my sides, too

Can I suggest Norman Wisdom as the new manager? To carry on the comedy?

Rude Men … I Think

Overheard two men at a bar, discussing one of the barmaids:-

Man 1: “oh aye, you would but she’d take some shaggin’”
Man 2:”aye … and you’d need a pair of axle stands for her legs”

um … ? D’you think they were talking about the short one or the Rotund one? Lost on me.

Overheard On The Bus

“yeah mate, nice one…so, have you got the day off all week then?”

um….?

Music Be The Food Of … erm …

As as rule, Beloved Sophie and I don’t have arguments. Disagreements, discussions, a battle of wit and wisdom - yes, but not proper shouting matches. The closest we ever come is during DIY sessions or while pontificating about music.

The last such wrangle was over the meaning of a Cat Empire song. While not wishing to go over the details of it, in short I was completely correct and she was very, very wrong.

This week, it got heated fairly late on after 3 bottles of wine. I don’t remember the fine details but Beloved suggested I am “a crap musician” for reasons involving Paul Simon, Josef Mengele and the Bhundu boys.

I am ashamed to admit I had no answer to that.

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