Sunday, 29 July 2007

E-K has been an arse

http://electro-kevin-electrokevin.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-arse.html

So this is for him and Mrs E-K

Happy Birthday Tuscan Tony!




Have a lovely day!

Saturday, 28 July 2007

Harold Lloyd vs. Groove Armada

And this one is just for fun

Our Pup


We found him today. He is 3 weeks old, so we get him in September. You can see he was pleased to see me. Half Patterdale, half Collie.

Ok Hitch, how about this one?

For some reason, this song makes me think of Tuscan Tony

And this one is for The Hitch

I thought this would be good for the Hitch to play as he gets ready for his second date...

I found this song and thought of Mutley

Warning, parental advisory

Thursday, 26 July 2007

Courtney Coventry

Hmmm, the goings on in the Cash For Honours inquiry! This woman's statement explains the relief on Levy's face...

http://www.courtneycoventry.com/index

Bumper stickers




I have this on the back of my car. It is for all you Audi, BMW and Astra drivers out there. You know who you are.

The one I covet I saw on a japanese 4x4. It said "Caution, Driver doesn't give a shit anymore."

Monday, 23 July 2007

Good Looking Opera Singers

In the interests of balance Hitch, E-K, I am posting this

Saturday, 21 July 2007

Simon Pegg as Nick Angel, who is really E-K


Hot Fuzz is the true story of our very own Electro-Kevin. Based on E-Ks outstanding career in the Met and his subsequent transfer to the West Country, Hot Fuzz reveals the times before he was a train driver and Daddy and Husband.

Not to be missed. It's just so like that around here.

My darling girl


My beautiful daughter (now 17) has trouble with the material world. She is deciduous and sheds possessions and often is unequipped for the situation at hand. Recently she rang from Bristol to tell me she had left her suitcase on Salisbury station. She lost £57 in a week, in two separate incidents of forgetfulness on public transport. Mobile phones don't last that long either. She told me this rhyme that she has made up to help her keep it together.



Before you pass out through this door
Wot what you forgot before
If your Mum you wish to please
You should not forget your keys
Nor leave behind at home your coat
That would really get her goat


Mobile phone, and money too
Railcard and rendezvous
If away for several days
Knickers, toothbrush and pj's
And maybe a spare pair of shoes
If you be off to see the coos (sic)


If you can check off all this list
Then go before your train is missed...

(My ex has cows)



† wot
"to know" (archaic), from O.E. wat, first and third person singular present indicative of witan "to know," from P.Gmc.

Finally, thank you Google/GCHQ

Now they let me post again. Bastards. Do they realise how many fabulous posts of unimaginable wit and creativity they have destroyed with their random (?) censorship?
I was going to post one on Jacqui Smith who said, "I broke the law...it was wrong" which is the funniest thing a Home Secretary has said in a long while. However the Beeb has changed the quote to "I broke the law....I was wrong" which is not quite so funny.

I was going to post one on Lord Levy's relief but I feel too sick.

I was going to post a celebration of Scroblene's birthday, but that will have to wait till next year.

Sunday, 15 July 2007

Boys, this one is for you.

Forget your Glocks and your Berettas and your Saiga 410s, here is a gun every boy can enjoy! Boyfriend just loves to fire it off in the kitchen just behind my head.


http://www.amazingflygun.com/main.asp

Bojo



The excellent blogger Raincoaster outlines why Boris (or Al Kemal as he might otherwise be called if the family had not changed their name) should be mayor.

http://raincoaster.com/2007/07/14/support-al-kemal-for-mayor-of-london-the-peoples-choice/

Saturday, 14 July 2007

I am after a dog


I found this little chap on the net today. He is half jack rusell and half minature poodle. What a cutie!

Loved this pic



This is the world's tallest man meeting with the world's shortest man.

Monday, 9 July 2007

Yoga

I recently started doing some light yoga. Its great for stiff back/hips/shoulders.



This is yoga in France

This is yoga in India

And this is yoga in Scotland.


Ukulele weeps by Jake Shimabukuro

This guy somehow manages to make himself sound like a band..incredible.

Friday, 6 July 2007

The Be Good Tanyas - Hello Love EPK

I love these babes. They have made three excellent albums. Very very girly.
Femininity as a martial art.

The Be Good Tanyas - It's Not Happening

Dont they just fluff up the hairs where you'd forgotten you had hairs?

The Be Good Tanyas - The Littlest Birds

Totty

Thursday, 5 July 2007

R.I.P



Poor Ratty. And he had my blogging cherry, too.

An amateur proctologist and connoisseur of female parts, he is missed.

Have you moved into Hatfield Girl's place Ratty? She is having terrible ghost strife.

Bucket



This is an accessory to the last post. Normal service to be resumed....

Monday, 2 July 2007

A declaration

For those of you with sensitive stomachs, please look away now.

I ADORE Boyfriend.

He is my daily miracle. After years and years of this sister doing it for herself this lovely man turned up in my life and now I could well be living the happiest days I will ever know.
He takes difficult lids off jars, he puts out the recycling and refuse, and throws away those scary icky things at the back of the fridge. My daughter asked me "What did we do for food, before Boyfriend?"
He is an erstwhile geek, therefore I have a fast, functioning computer.
He is trained in Massage so now I can get a good rub down any time.
He makes I larf and larf.
He is very romantic and supremely cuddlesome.
The pic below was taken at Glyndebourne last year. Yes, I know he is wearing the wrong jacket but he won't be told....note how linking arms with me causes him scoliosis....


Funny story....after the Mozart we ended up arriving where we were staying in the midst of the fag ends of a dinner party. We joined in and had some wine. One of the guests was a Polish Count who lamented that Glyndebourne wasn't the same now that the middle classes had taken it over. Another guest scolded him for this and entertained us by describing how Ken Livingston had hit on her in a cab they'd recently shared. When she turned him down, Ken tried again: "What about next week?"
Update: Boyfriend also intuitively knows when it's my mother ringing, and answers the phone. How good is that?! As long as she speaks to someone she is usually satisfied....Hallelujah!

Sunday, 1 July 2007

The garden today



I made the mistake of calling in at the garden centre on the way home from Sainsbury's...well, I needed some supporting canes...
I found this little beauty



And this helianthemum



And this really loud penstemon


And I repotted these poor buggers who were gasping for breath..
Keeps the mind off Gordon Brown