Monthly Archives: March 2006
things that make you go ´Hmmm?´
on my list tonight……..
men in three quarter length trousers – it is just wrong!
golf – what is all that about?
cricket – see above
women in general
people that use mobile phones while driving
stunningly gorgeous women that smoke – eugh !!!
dog owners who dont pick up after their dogs
rude people
people that walk on the cycle path then shout at me as i zip past their shoulders as fast as i can
eating a hamburger with a knife and fork !
Ebay sales experiment – The goose rides again!!!
wow, i am in awe. 35 people have already looked at my wonderful tool on ebay, and one very generous person has also managed to bid me 1 penny for this french masterpiece.
two wonderful questions have been asked and answered, these can be viewed at the bottom of the sale page on ebay, click on the link below or cut and paste the listing number into your ebay front page
8051647916
keep warm
Hitting the nail on the head!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CLASSIC VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house
and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the
summer away.
Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed.
The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in
the
cold.
THE END.
THE BRITISH VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays
the summer away.
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.
So far, so good, eh?
The shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know
why
the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less
fortunate, like him, are cold and starving.
The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering
grasshopper,
with
cuts to a video of the ant in his comfortable warm home in Hampstead
with a
table laden with food.
The British are stunned that in a country of such wealth, this poor
grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty.
The Liberal Party, the Respect Party, the Transvestites With Starving
Babies Party, the Single Lesbian One Eyed Mothers Party and the
Coalition Against Poverty demonstrate in front of the ant’s house.
The BBC, interrupting a Rastafarian cultural festival special from
Grimsby
with breaking news, broadcasts them singing "We Shall Overcome."
Ken Livingstone laments in an interview with Panorama that the ant has
got
rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax
hike
on
the ant to make him pay his "fair share".
In response, the Labour Government drafts the Economic Equity and
Grasshopper Anti-Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of
the
summer.
The ant’s taxes are reassessed, and he is also fined for failing to
hire
grasshoppers as helpers. Without enough money to pay the fine and his
newly
imposed retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by Camden Council.
The ant moves to France, and starts a successful AgriBiz company
[funded by the EU] (although within weeks, his business is threatened
with Compulsory purchase by the state unless he marries a French ant).
The BBC later shows the now fat grasshopper finishing up the last of
the ant’s food, though Spring is still months away, while the
government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant’s old
house, crumbles around him because he hasn’t bothered to maintain it.
Inadequate government funding is blamed, Diane Abbot is appointed to
head a commission of enquiry that will cost GBP10,000,000.
The grasshopper is soon dead of a drug overdose, the Guardian blames
it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of
despair arising from social inequity. The abandoned house is taken
over by a Gang of immigrant spiders, praised by the government for
enriching Britain’s multicultural diversity, who promptly set up a
marijuana growing operation and terrorize the community.
THE END
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house
and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the
summer away.
Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed.
The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in
the
cold.
THE END.
THE BRITISH VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays
the summer away.
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.
So far, so good, eh?
The shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know
why
the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less
fortunate, like him, are cold and starving.
The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering
grasshopper,
with
cuts to a video of the ant in his comfortable warm home in Hampstead
with a
table laden with food.
The British are stunned that in a country of such wealth, this poor
grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty.
The Liberal Party, the Respect Party, the Transvestites With Starving
Babies Party, the Single Lesbian One Eyed Mothers Party and the
Coalition Against Poverty demonstrate in front of the ant’s house.
The BBC, interrupting a Rastafarian cultural festival special from
Grimsby
with breaking news, broadcasts them singing "We Shall Overcome."
Ken Livingstone laments in an interview with Panorama that the ant has
got
rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax
hike
on
the ant to make him pay his "fair share".
In response, the Labour Government drafts the Economic Equity and
Grasshopper Anti-Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of
the
summer.
The ant’s taxes are reassessed, and he is also fined for failing to
hire
grasshoppers as helpers. Without enough money to pay the fine and his
newly
imposed retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by Camden Council.
The ant moves to France, and starts a successful AgriBiz company
[funded by the EU] (although within weeks, his business is threatened
with Compulsory purchase by the state unless he marries a French ant).
The BBC later shows the now fat grasshopper finishing up the last of
the ant’s food, though Spring is still months away, while the
government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant’s old
house, crumbles around him because he hasn’t bothered to maintain it.
Inadequate government funding is blamed, Diane Abbot is appointed to
head a commission of enquiry that will cost GBP10,000,000.
The grasshopper is soon dead of a drug overdose, the Guardian blames
it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of
despair arising from social inequity. The abandoned house is taken
over by a Gang of immigrant spiders, praised by the government for
enriching Britain’s multicultural diversity, who promptly set up a
marijuana growing operation and terrorize the community.
THE END
i would like to thank my sister for forwarding this message to me – it touched my heart deeply. i also wish it would rip out the hearts of those liberal do gooders and bleeding hearts back in the nanny state of great britain(??).
Ebay sales experiment – The Goose rides again
ok – i always said ebay was an amazing tool – i hope to prove this now by selling an amazing pice of shite for stupid money.
the listing is hyperlinked below so feel free to take a look and heavens forbid, make a silly bid but remember, all bids are binding.
or you can search the listing number form the ebay home page
8051647916
make sure you read the entire listing before bidding.
i will keep you informed of my sucess
so what did you do?
on friday, i worked on a big boat, a very big boat — 45 metres actually. now to give you an idea, this thing is huge, on board gym, jacuzzi, pianno room (including piano), walk in wardrobes. It has two tender rooms, these are where the tenders are hydraulically winched from the sea and stored inside the boat while it is at sea.
the lazarette or ´garage´to you commoners was actually bigger than my apartment! Now also imagine this, the average cost to build a yacht is around 1million squid PER METRE – and this had 45 of those.
now imagine, me perched 20 metres up in the crows nest almost, with an 8mm drill in hand, drilling holes in the roof!!!! I added some photos from my great vantage point for you to look at, the boat was called Aviva.
My job was to fix some safety points high up so that when the crew are up there, they have something to clip onto to stop them falling off! so what was i using to clip onto i hear you ask? absolutely sod all! It was also blowing a 30mph wind all day. During the really heavy gusts i actually hid behind one of the uprights incase i got blown off (chance would be a fine thing!!!)
Saturday was gorgeous, managed to work for most of it though. I did head to porto pi on saturday evening to do my shopping. Normally i hit this place on a saturday morning and it is a full on babe fest – this time, it was 7pm and it was an absolute, jam packed, totty turn out! i was in heaven! what a place this is – crumpet left right and centre – i nearly died!
Sunday was my first day off after 7 days solid. I loaded the boards and hit Peguera but no joy, flatter than a witches tit. Took the boards back home and grabbed a book, put my suncream on and went to portals beach. When i got there, the place was almost empty, perfect. Within two hours it was absolutely rammed solid with totty and also more silicone than at a plastic surgeon convention. I sat for a couple of hours reading my book befor ei got bored and headed off home. I kept reading the book all day until i finished it, what a great book too, it will appear shortly in my book review.
On sunday night, i went to meet my new flatmates in the city. The new place is huge, much bigger than my old apartment and in a very cool part of the city, maybe ten or fifteen minutes walk from work too. From there, i will be able to run the seafront each night, and yes, i will buy a pair of rollerblades soon and see if i can´t break a few bones along the way.
Nursed a bit of sunburn on sunday night and am still working out how that happened but i take comfort in the fact that i saw tons of people today with red faces. I had to laugh at my new flatmate – he had clearly had his sunglasses on all day, his face was bright red – apart from the white outline of where his glasses had been all day – almost panda like.
cycled to work this morning and thoroughly enjoyed it. the sunshine sheilas are now out in force – roll on summer!!
Therapy Sessions
not quite what you were thinking, is my bet.
having worked like a dog all week i was completely knackered tonight and prepared to leave work early at 5pm. not sure if i should run when i got home or not, i was hungry and very tired. mike mentioned that there was swell forecast for the weekend and maybe there would be some around tonight.
I drove home and decided when i got there to lob the longboard on the roof and head to peguera, but not before having a poo.
when i got there it was small and mushy, two guys in the water and seaweed soup – almost like swimming in jellyfish.
the water didnt feel too cold, but then again it has been very warm today but i doubt the water has actually warmed up any.
i flapped around like a twat for maybe three quarters of an hour without catching anything to talk about, then decided to call it a day and head in.
now this is wierd. although the session was crap, i actually felt quite good in myself. Yes, i started thinking about what the waves would be doing back in portugal but i wont be there for a while yet. Infact, when i am in portugal, if the waves had been as lame there as they were tonight here, i wouldnt have even gone in, but i did.
i think i need seawater as a form of carbohydrate – it seems to give me more enegry. it woke me up and made me feel all warm inside. it also made me realise just how much i am missing portugal.
I got changed and started to leave peguera, this time, my music of choice and inspiration, Nelly Furtado, a most gorgeous portuguese beauty!, the tune, Try, followed by Força. the dusk light was beginning to settle as i hit the motorway and looked out to sea and across the colours of the villages and sky. Dusk always seems like a warm cosy blanket falling over the country, especially on a summers evening. Neon signs, street lamps, car lights – all seem to merge as one with the reds, blues, greys and whites in the sky, a most magical time.
so life is still good.
Last night i spoke with Ms beckenbauer who is looking after my house in portugal. She tells me all is well, she loves the location and the wildlife and even tells me there are small snakes in the garden – how freaky. The cats are well, seems everyone falls in love with Mellie, the big stupid cat. Lots of rain too. I bet my garden will be full of blossom on the fruit trees by now, what a sight to see.
enough for now, could be working all weekend so might not get back again until monday night – feel free to leave me a message – big hello to Rue for his last message – top dollar!!!
poopa scoopa
This always makes me laugh .
lots of very beautiful, prim and proper women over here, out walking their dogs.
thing is, dogs have a habit of crapping everywhere. Judging by all the shit i have to dodge when running or cycling, few of the pet owners actually pick up after their dogs.
But the prim and proper always do, and this gives them a massive dilema.
while they are out strutting with their token pooch, in the latest designer shoes, sunglasses, jeans and shirts, how can you still look cool when you gotta pick up the good old chocolate log that your faithful friend has just dumped? even better, when there is a handsome, buff and studly dude (thats me in case you were wondering) strutting like john travolta towards you and your dog drops one that isnt quite as solid as you thought – what do you do ?
you cant leave it there can you – others might consider you uncool!
Dilema dilema dilema
some new photos for you
been a while but today presented a great opportunity so i got my camera out.
I was working on cinderella with paddy. he was in a very tight spot, tightening some clips on a deck drain under the floor. i popped in his area to see how he was getting on.
he was burried in the floor section , head first heading to the centre of the boat , facing up, effectively sliding downhill on his back – and he was stuck!
i laughed a lot at first but then he said he was getting a little worried about his predicament, not being able to free himself. At this point i thought it better to stop laughing at him and go and fetch my camera. Ran off a couple of good shots before calling the other guys to come and help me lift him out feet first.
feel free to have a look and a laugh
where have you been?
ok, first things first, weekend working.
not to make a habit of it but while i am here i intend to work like a madman, no partys , no drinking , just work work work, reading, cycling and running, and rollerblades when i buy some next month, no shagging, orgys or perverse acts in the street with circus animals, but russ, when i get back to portugal, th eweekends are strictly for the beach!
so, it seems like an age since i last wrote here.
friday night was st patricks night and we ended up in an irish bar in magaluf – strange thing is, we all had serious bad heads on saturday – and i wasnt the only one throwing up at midday the next day! Saturday was a complete write off. that is what i hate about drinking, the next day is always written off, and the headaches and nausea just aint worth it.
so saturday was almost useless. i did go shopping in porto pi – you remember that place, it is a complete chick fest all of the time, and this saturday was no dissapointment. a few stick in my mind, like the three dirty germany girls i got stuck behind at th efruit counter – each and every one of them a complete hunnie!
then, there was the milf to end all milfs – this woman was so so so so so so beautiful, but married with kids – denied! but man was she gorgeous – a natural wonder!
the chick in the bank is still hot – i might give her one more chance and ask her out one last time – she is fine as apple crumble and custard after a sunday roast.
sunday was a gorgeous day here but i had to work. i was meant to work on saturday but was in no fit state. the palma marathon took place on sunday and started from the boat yard so that was a bit chaotic – by the time i had finished work , they were lifting the porta loos away. a glorious sunny day missed because i got mullered on friday night.
oh well, this weekend will be much the same i think but without the beer.
so tonight i legged it home on my bike in a t shirt and running bottoms, was a nice ride after the shower of rain this afternoon.
that´ll do for now anyway – i gotta dash, leave me a message or get in touch and tell me what you are doing.
çiao for now
wayne