Had a chill this aft with a few beers in the garden with Roy and a read of my Kindle. Am currently on with a Neil Gaiman, but have changed on the advice of Michael my son to a Brent Weeks. Looking good. Spotted a buzzard fly over garden high up, with a sparrowhawk. Popped up to see t' grandsons and was shot with Spiderman silk on entry to Finn's bedroom and gurgled at by Leo. They are both top kids!!!
Tomorrow - plan is to bike to Thurnscoe to dentists then back on the stallion via the butterbur at Harlington. We shall see!!!
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Return of the Metal Stallion.
Metal steed serviced and good as new thanks to Gary of Mexborough cycles. Done 15 miles round to Old Moor via Transpennine. Foggy though so saw Jack Shit.
Looking for my lost radio: fell out of my pocket yestareday, but no luck. As usual the TPT was swarming with the dogshit spreaders and their waste of time 'pets' (dog walkers that is). Why anyone would want a machine for turning dogfood into shit is a mystery to me, but please: PICK UP YOUR DOGS SHITE FOR CHRIST SAKE...)
Back home now and the sun is shining like mad. May try for the Rough-leg up at Ewden, or the adders at Hatfield.
Looking for my lost radio: fell out of my pocket yestareday, but no luck. As usual the TPT was swarming with the dogshit spreaders and their waste of time 'pets' (dog walkers that is). Why anyone would want a machine for turning dogfood into shit is a mystery to me, but please: PICK UP YOUR DOGS SHITE FOR CHRIST SAKE...)
Back home now and the sun is shining like mad. May try for the Rough-leg up at Ewden, or the adders at Hatfield.
Saturday, 2 July 2011
RETURN TO BLOGGING
Here i am back, shoulder good as new and retired into the bargain. will be outlining my day to day retirement goings on, trying to fill the days. It is ahrd I can tell you but how did you ever fit work in. This is for yesterday.
Up at six, sunny and warm. Got out my iron stallion and set off on my usual round trip of 15 miles. An excellent morning, found a rare plant, new for me at the side of the path (Dittander) and a grasshopper warbler still singing. Making every effort to ride past the doctors to get my prescription, of course I forgot and have no pills!
Read some of Master and Commander on my new Kindle, with which I am VERY inpressed (apart from price of books from amazon, which is why I have bought a dvd from ebay with 30,00 books on it!!! then went up to Fairburn Ings with Al, my demon, for a brief look at a Spoonbill asleep, ha!
Up to pub for a couple with mates from work then another 15 miles on the metal steed. As I rode past a nearby hotel I realised it was 'Prom Night' from my old school, so I called in to have a look at the kids in their finery. I looked the part in my jeans and the wife's pink cycling jacket, I must say. Although the idea of a 'Prom', sticks in the craw as another example of American shite permeating the UK (all the kids think they live in Sprinfield and say but; ass and candy etc), the kids look great. In fact, some of them are looking the best they will ever look, sad rather. We wanted to call it the 'Leaver's Ball', but the Head up her arse, decided that it had connotations of leaving education... Stupid, PC old bitch!!!
Was going to go out for a couple, but stayed in and read Kindle: have jacked M and C in as it is inpenetrable with its talk of topgallants and what have you. I have moved on to 'No Country for Old Men, it seems OK.
Up at six, sunny and warm. Got out my iron stallion and set off on my usual round trip of 15 miles. An excellent morning, found a rare plant, new for me at the side of the path (Dittander) and a grasshopper warbler still singing. Making every effort to ride past the doctors to get my prescription, of course I forgot and have no pills!
Read some of Master and Commander on my new Kindle, with which I am VERY inpressed (apart from price of books from amazon, which is why I have bought a dvd from ebay with 30,00 books on it!!! then went up to Fairburn Ings with Al, my demon, for a brief look at a Spoonbill asleep, ha!
Up to pub for a couple with mates from work then another 15 miles on the metal steed. As I rode past a nearby hotel I realised it was 'Prom Night' from my old school, so I called in to have a look at the kids in their finery. I looked the part in my jeans and the wife's pink cycling jacket, I must say. Although the idea of a 'Prom', sticks in the craw as another example of American shite permeating the UK (all the kids think they live in Sprinfield and say but; ass and candy etc), the kids look great. In fact, some of them are looking the best they will ever look, sad rather. We wanted to call it the 'Leaver's Ball', but the Head up her arse, decided that it had connotations of leaving education... Stupid, PC old bitch!!!
Was going to go out for a couple, but stayed in and read Kindle: have jacked M and C in as it is inpenetrable with its talk of topgallants and what have you. I have moved on to 'No Country for Old Men, it seems OK.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
NHS
Went to the hospital on the free bus. Most of the seats were taken up by a family of overweight chavs who were taking their daughter for a check. A bloke gave a seat to his staffy dog while old people were standing - I stood up for one. Had a chat with an old friend though.
Hospital was very full and very efficient. I handed my papers in and was seen relatively quickly by a black doctor who very obviously knew what he was doing. Told me my problem and gave me an appointment for next week - very impressed by the service.
Had a chance to watch the people in the waiting area. Why are so many people stereotypes? There was the traditional young thicky who had 'Done my knuckle in cos I smacked my mate', trying his best to impress a young slapper who had broken her wrist while pissed. Even she soon got tired of Mr Thicko and went to sit somewhere else.
The rest were old people, who , I suppose are more prone to breaking things than others.
Hospital was very full and very efficient. I handed my papers in and was seen relatively quickly by a black doctor who very obviously knew what he was doing. Told me my problem and gave me an appointment for next week - very impressed by the service.
Had a chance to watch the people in the waiting area. Why are so many people stereotypes? There was the traditional young thicky who had 'Done my knuckle in cos I smacked my mate', trying his best to impress a young slapper who had broken her wrist while pissed. Even she soon got tired of Mr Thicko and went to sit somewhere else.
The rest were old people, who , I suppose are more prone to breaking things than others.
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Star Wars
While waiting for my free, NHS provided shuttle bus to the nearest hospital, I walked down into my local town. On the way, a scruffy tosser asked me if I had any fags as 'I was supposed to get paid today'! As if a malodorous half-wit would get paid! Giros are not pay!!
As usual the place was full of squads of Fat-lass and Ratboy, pushing freezing little Chlamydia about with no gloves on her hands, that were occupied with the obligatory Gregg's Dummy.
The obligatory duo of 20 year olds meandered past drinking their lager and shouting fuck at the top of their voices and shoving OAP's out of the way.
It is like walking into the Star Wars Bar - seedy; ugly; suspicious and stupid people staring into space. Saw a couple of people from work who were amused at my shoulder. 'You nutter', one of them said - me, a nutter...?
As usual the place was full of squads of Fat-lass and Ratboy, pushing freezing little Chlamydia about with no gloves on her hands, that were occupied with the obligatory Gregg's Dummy.
The obligatory duo of 20 year olds meandered past drinking their lager and shouting fuck at the top of their voices and shoving OAP's out of the way.
It is like walking into the Star Wars Bar - seedy; ugly; suspicious and stupid people staring into space. Saw a couple of people from work who were amused at my shoulder. 'You nutter', one of them said - me, a nutter...?
Looks like I'm up Shit Creek again!
Starting my day with a brand new fractured shoulder. Never had one before: let's see how my day at the NHS works out.
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