Was struck down by vile puking bug mid-morning. Feel like death. Posting ftom bed. BFN…
Slobbing around in front of the television and watching a documentary about Not the Nine O’Clock News reminded me of this, and Youtube (blessed be its name) had it!
Wow, this is a true blast from the past… all the way back to uni! I even have it on an album…
This has nothing to do with NTNON, but I love it too. Hugh Laurie is le tres sexy, of course, but–sorry admission–I actually really like the tune *g*
My bezzy pal sent me this. LOL! I think Piglet and Piss-Piss may have been publishing their writings…
From a Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
From a Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies’. I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now… Will keep you posted.
Anyone who’s tried peeling these blasted things has probably had the miserable and frustrating burned fingers/bits of chestnuts stuck behind nails experience.
I came across a cunning ploy via the internet yesterday, though, which is worth passing on. Shove the little buggers into the microwave for a couple of minutes, after scoring a cross in the round side, and it’s then possible to slip them out of their cases very easily indeed. The skin stuff comes off easily too. Yum!
I was meant to be at work tonight, but really didn’t feel like dragging myself out into the frozen wastes of coastal North West England. I did, though, only to learn that they didn’t need me after all. Rob asked if I minded not working. I didn’t really mind at all, and so I pocketed last week’s wages and trotted back home. It’s less than 5 minutes in the car, so no problem. At least he’s now taken a note of my phone number *g*
Wee Piggly is lying on the floor, here, bored. She doesn’t yet know, though, that we have exciting walking plans coming up.
Next weekend she and I are travelling North to walk with Challenge pals Ali and Sue, and their respective wee doggies. Ali has a Border Terrier–Pearl–so Piglet will be in her element.
After that, we’re off to the Dales for about 5 days with Colin–he of the tarp, and the handbag, and the over-worked sewing machine. Colin has plotted a cunning route that takes in pubs (hic!) for food (Piglet insisted on that), as well as wild camps in desolate, snowy places. I’m quite excited!
Piggly will be sporting a new harness, and prolly also a new coat: this is the one I have in mind. I know it’s possible to get shoes for dogs, but I’m hoping she won’t need them… I’ll take some cream for her wee paws, though, and monitor them daily, as we’re expecting snow and foul conditions.
Tomorrow I must take a look at my car. I know it needs some new windscreen wipery stuff as a little light has come on to tell me so, and Mango Terrier has advised me to keep an eye on the oil levels so I’ll be whipping out the manual to find out how to do that. I may even wash it!
Ooh! If it’s going to be *really* cold next week I might take my Paramo Salopettes. I’ve not worn them since… can’t remember! At least 18 months, I think. I rather like them, though, and they’re terribly snuggly.
Yes, we’re having it on Boxing Day, as we went to see Daddy y/day and weren’t sure what time we’d be home.
Didn’t get the sausages/bacon things done, and only remembered the roast parsnips at the last moment. One of the 3 of us is a total veggie and has to have roast potatoes in groundnut oil, rather than goose fat, and one of the others had a heart thing years ago and objects to even the merest smear of butter. FFS… but I shall soon be piggling out in a buttery, turkeyish feast 🙂
Here’s Sting doing Gabriel’s Message (his version of The Angel Gabriel, my favourite carol), which was on the same album as the Alison Moyet thing I linked to y/day. I love this!
Ooh! The King’s College choir did it especially for me, yesterday! *g* Those gorgeous harmonies make my tummy turn over every time I hear them. Bliss.
Here’s my other favourite. This is my favourite version. Takes me straight back to Manchester, Christmas 1988.