No hammers or drills
I was sitting in the doctors waiting room the other day and happened to see a pile of mags. I casually looked at the title and yes, there they were, SAGA bloody magazines. I thought I would have a peek at one to see what I am missing in life. I was amazed. Truly amazed. There wasn't a single article or advert for hammers / drills / circular saws / JCB diggers or anything else for men men. All it seemd to have were articles for women. Adverts for women. Fashion for women. Everything for women. sorry, there was one thing that caught my eye. There was one page that was dedicated to live music concerts of the ROCK kind. I did read that. If anybody from SAGA is reading this. Please give us men something to read. After all, there are some of us who like to get down and do physical things, even though we are past the old fart age.
Well, the lounge is now finished. After a lot of swearing and swearing and swearing I have at last finished it. Just in time for some friends who are due to arrive this weekend. Vodka Vodka and more VODKA. At least as much as my old fart body can hold at this old age of mine. I am thoroughly looking forward to it. Arn't you boys? Sorry, old farts.
With all the rain problems that England and Wales have been having, we have had the opposite. I hope that the weather doesn't change this weekend. But not to worry, I have looked to see if there are any indoor activities happening over the weekend just in case.
I will have to start looking in the charity shops again for some more books soon. I have read nearly all the books that I bought the last time on my rounds. I find it difficult to get rid or pass books on after I have read them. As a result all my bookcases are overflowing. What to do. What to do.
Hopefully this coming Friday I will be inceasing the capacity of this wee laptop of mine by two. One whole gig to feck around with. See what happens. Or as my boss would say, see what happens.
I better go now or all I will do is blether on In fact, I think thats all I really do in life. So my wife keeps telling me. (by the way, we are married 24 years yesterday. Next year the BIG one. Wahay)
Byse byse
Posted :: Tuesday 6/26/2007 12:28:00 PM
Never Never NEVER
Yes folks. This message is not the rantings of a certain political person in the country, but the rantings of me, who is trying to advise all you peeps who have been ordered to do some paper hanging or you won't get a bit of the other..... sorry.. dinner, you know what i mean. The nessage is, never NEVER use a patterned wallpaper that needs daylight, moonlight, nightlight, red light, amber light, bright light etc to see where the match is when trying to stick the bloody stuff onto your walls. It's ok using coloured paper where the match point is esay, but when it comes to paper with a non existent pattern in silver which can only be seen when the wolfman comes out, forget it.
In between my decorating I have been away on a staff conference thingy. Not that I am a member of the staff heaven forbid. I think the reason I get invited along is that I have been there so long that people who are members of staff actually treat me like one of them. Nice innit. Anyway, away on the jaunt to this nice place in the country. It's only an excuse for drinking and drinking more. No harm in that. As a result of going I now know who the people are that I talk to on the phone. Sorry, rephrase....I now know what they LOOK like.
Bad things happening with my pc. I found out that my e mail isn't working. Why? I don't know. I'm not a nerd. So what to do. I contact my very good friend who is also not a nerd but knows a thing or six about puters. After doing things and doing more things that were beyond my expertise of turning the thing on, he came up with the answer. I'm fecked. Get myselfanother mail address. So I have. I now have a Yahoo address. All I have to do now is change all my account details that I have online. Great innit? Feckin' puters
Ta for now
Posted :: Sunday 6/17/2007 10:18:00 AM
Old Farts Club
How do they know? They have my home address. they have my e mail address. They probably even have my feckin' phone numbers (both mobile and landline). I am, of course talking about those people at SAGA magazine.For the past 2 years i have been receiving this unsolicited mailings and email from these people. They are trying to sell me motor insurance (I don't drive) They are trying to sell me life insurance (nobody will insure a person like me with all the medical problems that come with me) They are trying to sell me pet insurance (they are already insured, cheaper than what they are offering) They are trying to sell me travel insurance (I already have special arrangements for that) Now, if they tried to sell me cheap music or cheap books I might be interested. I await with anticipation. Anyway, w3ho decided that you became an old fart at 50 in the first place?
To change the subject matter now. Went to a family wedding last week. Family as in my wifes side. Her cousin was getting married and we were invited along. That is, out of twenty bizillion cousins my wife and herpartner were invited along to watch the proceedings. there was also one cousin who was matron of honour or something like that and one other cousin who is very sweet. So that means, twenty bizillion minus 3 were not invited. Pretty important stuff, huh. I always knew there was something special about my wife. the wedding was great. The service was good. The food was good. The drink (vodka) was great and the live entertainment was pretty. Pretty as in the 2 girl singers definiteley fancied me. They were giving me the eye all night. My wife thinks that maybe they were looking at me trying to decide who the feck is that old geezer over there letching at us but I know better. Definiteley they fancied me. I know these things!!!! After all, I am a member of the Old Farts Club.
more news this week. My daughter went off to the good ole US of A on Wednesday past there. She will be away for the Summer looking after rich peoples rich kids at a camp. Not camp america or anything like that. This is one of those camps where the people working there actually have a good time as well and get paid for it to boot. this is my daughters third time going there so she must like it. Talking of the good ole US of A. She had to phone the US Embassy here in Belfast to arrange her visa. She got the appointment made and went up and got her visa OK. The down side of it is, while she phoned the Embassy i was being charged £1.00 a minute on my phone bill. Yes, they have there phones hooked up to a premium number charge. The feckers. I think I will call Steven Nolan's radio programme tomorrow and get him to look into it (he is good at stirring the shit over things like that over here)
Not much else to report now except that as of this evening i start to decorate yet another room in the house. My wife started this one off by buying a new TV. Her thinking behind this is that because we now have a brand new super looking modern TV we should have a brand new super looking modern room to put it in. I am stopping her buying anything else new from now on. Maybe i will get some time to myself this summer to read my new batch of books from the charity shops. It;s amazing what one can buy really good booka for while supporting all the charities on the High Street.I think we have about 200. Maybe 201. i will have to get these books read before the Summer Car Boot sales start. another good source for reading material. My big problem is, after I read a book I tend to keep them. All my book cases are full and I have boxes of books up in the roof space. What I dream of having ( when the kids leave home) is my very own library / music come pc room, eg one of their bedrooms. In fact, rename that. Dad's sanctuary!!!!
I will go now as i must have my daily intake of super Foods that i have been reading about on the net. Try it yourself. Google superfood and see what comes up. You would be amazed at the foods that are on the list. Some you might love. Others you might not. One of the supposed claims is that it helps to prevent that gawd awful illness.....uh....eh...oh yes....alzheimers.
Byeeee
Posted :: Friday 6/1/2007 3:03:00 PM
