Archive for July, 2010

A funny

A man walked out to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, “Perfect timing. You’re just like “Brian!

Passenger: “Who?”

Cabbie: “Brian Sullivan. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to Brian Sullivan, every single time.”

Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”

Cabbie: “Not Brian Sullivan. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.”

Passenger: “Sounds like he was something really special.”

Cabbie: “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Brian Sullivan, he could do everything right.”

Passenger: “Wow. Some guy then.”

Cabbie: “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Brian, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Brian Sullivan.”

Passenger: “An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”

Cabbie: “Well, I never actually met Brian. He died. I’m married to his f****ing’ widow.”

Don’t be afraid to take big steps. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps David Lloyd George


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Well it was with number 1’s new bed, well not the bed, as such, more the trimmings. Let me explain. On the foot of the bed are little ornamental rings which add about ½ cm to the length, and it’s that ½ cm that stops the bedroom door from shutting, well you don’t think to measure that bit do you, but then we didn’t measure any of it, we brought the bed off the internet and went by their sizes. So now we have to rearrange the room, which is not easy, as getting everything in is like a game of tetris anyway! Still it is a very nice bed.

I have been de-moulding the bathroom, I don’t know about you but I always use a bucket of hot soapy water and bleach, I find this works just as well as the special mould removers you can buy and it’s cheaper. But I dare say there’s something wrong with doing it like that, but given that mould removers can kill you and so can mould it doesn’t leave a lot of options. That along with the gardening has kept me busy for the past couple of days.

I have sorted out the video/DVD cupboard, we have 19 Christmas related films, oooh soon I can watch one a week and that will take me up to Christmas, such fun!

Found this on Judy’s site

Twenty Questions

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing that you thought? — I look old

2. Do you miss anyone right now? — No

 3. If you could move anywhere else, would you? — Yes, to the countryside by the sea

4. If you could choose, what would your last meal be? —That’s hard I love so many foods

5. What famous person, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with? – Douglas Adams

6. What was the last book you read? —Mostly Harmless by Douglas Adams

7. What was the last movie you watched?—The Incredibles 

8. What was the last song you heard? —Can’t remember

9. What’s your dream vacation?—Anywhere that’s pretty and quiet

10. What is the next trip you’ll take? — Hope Valley Peak district

11. Did you ever go to camp? –Yes

12. Have you ever been in love? –Yes

13. What do you want to know about the future?—Everything

14. Where is your best friend?—Work

15. How is your best friend? —Very well thank you

16. Who is the biggest gossiper you know? —Now that would be telling

17. What does your last text message say? —Are you nearly home?

18. What are 3 things you’ve always wanted to do, that you still plan to accomplish? —-Win the lottery, move to the country, own a goat

19. What is one thing you’ve learned from your parents? —Life is hard
20. What is one thing you hope to teach your own children? —All grown up now, so it’s up to them.


When the one great scorer comes to write against your name, he marks, not that you won or lost, but how you played the game. Grantland Rice



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I saw the end of this report on TV yesterday and it sounded like they were blaming the hospital, so I had to try and find the story. So this woman for whatever reason ate herself to this size, she was given a gastric band on the NHS, but still managed to put on weight, so was admitted to hospital and put on a diet. Her family/friends then smuggled in fish and chips/fried chicken etc. and she had a heart attack and died. The way I see it, it’s not the hospitals fault, they were doing their best. Staff were at their wits end, what were they supposed to do ban the visitors, check their bags as they came in? The people who killed this woman are the very people who should have been helping her, the very people who must have been feeding her high fat foods long before she was admitted to hospital, given that she couldn’t get out of bed to find the food herself and now they have to live with that fact. I find it very hard to believe in this day and age when healthy eating is rammed down our throat (excuse the pun) all the time, people still can’t see what they are doing.

I watched the new Sherlock Holmes, I must admit I wasn’t sure if an up to date Sherlock would work, (I am a Basil Rathbone man myself) but what fun it was. I do hope they will make more and not stop at the three.

You know I love a good conspiracy theory; well I also love a good doomsday theory/prophecy too, but just before we start running around shouting ‘We’re doomed, doomed I tell ya’ think about it. None of us are that stupid as to believe the world will go on in its present form forever, whether the change comes slowly so we hardly notice until we look back in history or all of a sudden in a blaze of singing angles, fireball or 4 men on horseback it will change. The world is changing all the time; we are fast running out of natural resources, a look at the news shows volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, floods and gales increasing at an alarming rate, all of which change the world just a little. What really fascinates me is that dooms day predictions have been being written for thousands of years, by different cultures all over the world and they all seem to run along the same lines of thought. All foresee people walking and living underwater/flying like birds, long before any of this would have been possible and they all seem to agree that the world will end with fire from the sky, granted in different forms, some say a bird, some say a dragon all agree it has a tail, which leads to the comet theory. Even NASA has a prediction as to how long our world has left. So here’s a nice little site to look at, you pick which, whose theory you want to read. I quiet like the idea of Collective Manifestation.


If men define situations as real, they are real in their consequences. W. I. Thomas


So happy thoughts people please


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So you found me, good. Why have I moved I hear you ask? Well I fancied a bit of a change, I wanted a cleaner looking page, and yes I did try changing the background on the other blog but the one’s I liked cut off the photos and I didn’t fancy going through and resizing everything. Plus all that spam

So here I am and shall remain here.


So here’s what has been happening.

I read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods. The old Gods and the new Gods must do battle, or must they. Will Shadow ever find peace, are all Gods really arsholes? You will have to read it to find out. This is defiantly a pick up can’t put down book. It’s also a book that has parts that make you stop and think. One part in particular was a paragraph in which No man is an island was mentioned, then a comment from another character saying yes we were otherwise we would drown in other people’s misery. That had me thinking that is so true. Anyway give it a go, it’s a good one. I also read Mostly Harmless by Douglas Adams; I have read it before but wanted to refresh my memory before I started reading the sixth book in the trilogy. ‘And another thing’ by Eoin Colfer.

I popped into Birmingham a couple of times, the first alone when I went to the Museum and Art Gallery, which is still not all open, it feels like they have been doing it up for years. As well as all the usual they now have a series of audio-visual points called Talking about disability and art connected to some of the art works which highlights the relationship between disability and these paintings. They also have some pieces from theStaffordshire Hoard. There was also an exhibition of Steve McCurry photography, which was quite interesting. There was also an exhibition called Connected Histories which told of the contribution the Muslim community made to WW11, which again I found very interesting but the way it was set out very annoying. As well as the boards to read there were TV sets set around the room telling personal stories, all set on loops all going at the same time. A lot of the interactive parts were under repair, (which they were last time I went to).

The next time was with hubby and we walked the canals, not all of them, we walked Gas Street Basin to Snow Hill, if you want to come along you can join us here, it’s along the canals that you can easily see the old nestled amongst the new, sadly the new is taking over. It’s there in the city to, but you need to look up.            (click on the photos to make them bigger).

I have spent a bit of time in the garden, talking to all the plants, they like it, I like it, they don’t answer back. Ha ha. I even found out what was happening to the rose bush, (it’s very useful to put on your glasses once in a while, its amazing what you can see). I also moved Flo

The plaster came Monday and plastered, I painted Tuesday and Wednesday and the weekend we papered…with exactly the same paper we had just took off, number 1 liked it so much he wanted it again, and it was just as much of a S**t to hang this time as last. The bloody stuff kept bubbling off the walls, rubbing the bubbles out had to be done ever so gently as the colour rubbed off, breath on it and it ripped! But never mind it’s done now, and there are no more falling down walls to worry about, (well not in that room anyway). Just the carpet and new bed to sort out now. Isn’t life fun?
I said I would keep you up to date with Arts Fest so here’s the latest link to that.


It’s not how far you fall but how high you bounce Author unidentified

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