The Forgettables

Wednesday 21 November at 2112 | Posted in Life, Personal, Rants | 11 Comments

Or “So boring. Nooo Simon”

I’ve been trying to think of a good entry for a while now.

Possible subjects that are running about my head are Five (no not the number, the band), Table Top Football (Whats the longest you can put off a blog entry before the idea is just. To. Old?), my annoyance at 118 (again not the number or the band but directory enquiries) and Argos or possibly even my coat being so old that not even the collar stays up (and I can really feel the cold on my neck these frosty mornings)

But if I’m being honest I’ve been playing too much Mario of late and so I am unprepared. I did want to blog about grotto’s, bit I haven’t the phone which really explains my rant.
I feel like a naughty kid who hasn’t done his homework.
But it doesn’t feel like real homework but those that kind of homework’s where you had to bring in something from home otherwise you couldn’t participate in lessons.
I once forgot to bring in an orange to one of my geography lessons. I never was able to find out exactly why 3D globes were never accurately portrayed in 2D books. I did bring common sense to that lesson, but I was told to keep that in my pencil case.

So instead I’m going to discuss my planned gig for Monday. Me and the missus are off all the way down to Brighton. We are planning on staying a few hours to catch a gig and then travelling home late at night, catching a few hours sleep and then off to work.
In order to see who you ask?
Amy Winehouse. I didn’t want to keep you in suspense too long.

Yes her gigs haven’t been the best of late. She has failed to turn up, took drugs on stage, cried and even left. But I have a solution to her problem of forgetting song lyrics. Would it be a good idea too take giant cards with my and write the lyrics to her songs on them?
How close to the stage would I have to get?
Will all the gig be a waste of time and will me and the missus feeling like shit the day after and wished we hadn’t gone?  (I hope not)

Whatever happens I’m still looking forward to it. If Winehouse is on form then all will be good. But I won’t be holding my breath.

Anyways, must dash, Heroes is on.

PS, why is acceptable to put cheese on beans, but feels wrong to put cheese on tinned spaghetti?

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Hometown showtime

Thursday 15 November at 1716 | Posted in Humour, Life, Lifestyle, Music, Runcorn | 7 Comments

My hometown of Runcorn has finally made it to celeb-stardom.

The recent edition of Popbitch says, and I quote

” >> Plumbing the depths <<
Anthony Costa strikes out alone

Anthony Costa, the one who looked like a plumber
in Blue, has announced his first solo tour
of the UK next year. It starts on February 16,
at The Brindley, in Runcorn and finishes on
March 26, 2008 in Barrow in Furness, England.

From Runcorn to Barrow-in-Furness. One of the
saddest sentences in pop.”

Neat.

The forgotten one

Tuesday 13 November at 1645 | Posted in Humour, Lifestyle, Personal, Rants | 2 Comments

Or “How I should of learnt to never leave things lying around when a girl is present.”

When I was a kid I would leave all manner of things lying around in many many different places. This was because I would then know where I left it and where to find it when I need whatever it was again.
My mum didnt agree with my filing system and often referred to it as “a mess.”

I’d leave keys on tables or near the TV. My mum would move them to the key rack near the door. Who would ever look there for keys? I mean we had that thing for a few years and the only time anyone – including my mum herself – would look for keys on the keyrack was the day after she had been tidying up. Every other time we would look where ever we left the keys.

There is always one exception to the rule. I once placed a small teddy bear of my sisters in teh fish finger box in the freezer. I admit that one time I did forget all about it. But this time it was classed as a “joke” rather more then me putting something somewhere to come back to later.
The teddy was eventually found when my mum went to make tea one evening. Boy did she get a fright.

So anyway, I left a piece of paper lying around the flat more recently, ie this weekend, it had an ideato blog about. Quite a funny one. Mainly about me ranting about how I’ve become a ranty grumpy old man. Could that be classed as an Alanis Morissette ironicness?
Anyway, it was an idea, one I’ve had in my head a while now but only figured out best to express it on Saturday. There was a build up and even an anecdote involving how I used to wear my tshirts inside out, but the paper seems to of been tidied away. I put it somewhere, where I knew where to come back to and now it is gone. I think the missus may be stealing my ideas.
I’ll be keeping a close eye on my google notes and making sure my material isn’t stolen.

The Late Night

Saturday 10 November at 2149 | Posted in Music, Radiohead | 1 Comment

Or “I bet Adam had something to do with this.”

Last night I spent a whole 3 hours sat in front of the laptop watching Radioheads webcast.

It was great to see some live performences, see some DJing from the guys and various other clips – accoustic Faust Arp on the hill was great, imagine stumbling across that being played while you took a walk along the local common!

But the greatest 2 minutes of the webcast is owned by this genius clip, enjoy.

I’m currently trying to figure out how to get this youtube clip to work as my ring tone. If I make this work I may put an application forward to become some kind of God. In a third World country. Somewhere were I wouldn’t do too much damage.

The Sandwich

Tuesday 06 November at 0823 | Posted in Humour, Life, Personal, Rants, Sandwiches, Work | 3 Comments

“Or How to make halfs seem filling.”

So I have found my favourite sandwich shop to visit on my lunch. It’s a nice shop with a lot of selection. Not too much. Just that perfect amount of selection that doesn’t fry my brain, allows me to take in all the different choices and I think my sandwich selection rotation has upped from three different fillings to a rota of five.

All good.

The problem is it is a little far away. Two-thirds of my lunch is spent walking to and from the deli shop. Another slight problem I have is the cost. It just seems to be random prices I get. This may be because I ask for strange fillings (ie chicken mayo with cheese & salad, or cream cheese, egg mayo and tomato).

B ut the other day I thought I had hit on a winner. I got a ham, cheese and mayo roll. It was cheap, less then £2. Then when I started eating my first half I noticed that they had put in a lot of filling. This was a very full and filling sandwich. I was rather surprised at the low price.
So I eagerly tucked in to the second half of the roll and was immediately shocked to notice that it had hardly anything in. A small piece of cheese and a slice of ham. But mostly just butter and mayo.

This hasn’t put me off visiting this sandwich shop. It’s still my favoured deli.

But you can’t judge a sandwich after only eating half of it. 

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