oh, and my date for Sunday is definitely off. guh.
another Friday night. I really
another Friday night. I really must stop having Fridays. Highlights included:
- being chatted up online by a girl called Karen
- being chatted up in the bar by another girl called Karen (a new divorcee – you’d think I’d learn really, wouldn’t you – but hey! being chatted up is such a rare event lately that I make the most of it.)
- beer in the company of Arron, his mates Paul (he’s from Huddersfield you know) and his fiancee/wife Lizzie (Canadian, by all accounts), Matt and the wonderful bar staff Joel, Michelle and the eternally gorgeous (ok, I fancy the pants off her!) Ginny. Also spotted were Kristian and Sal.
And now I’m pissed as a fart. At least I’m honest about it. So to bed, my little furry chums.
Why cows have legs. I
Why cows have legs. I always wondered, to be honest, but now i know. via Nico.
Am I British Or Not
Am I British Or Not – via Luke.
Having a packet of custard
Having a packet of custard creams in a desk drawer suddenly seems such a sensible idea.
In the ongoing saga of
In the ongoing saga of my new windows, I have now received a letter from the district council telling me that I do need full planning consent. This is because my property is a flat and not a house. I think this is a ridiculous piece of discrimination, and if anyone had sufficient time and money to challenge the law in court, I’m sure it would be easy to prove that it is an infringement of human rights.
Anyway, the letter goes on to suggest that the council is unlikely to approve the installation of uPVC windows. So I telephoned the planning office and pointed out that my neighbour has similar style windows to those that I intend to install, as do at least three other nearby houses. This was met with silence. I asked if this would not, in fact, make it pretty much impossible for the council to refuse me permission. “Ah, yes, you’re probably right. I’d recommend that you put an application in, in that case”.
If there is one thing that my family enjoys more than anything else, it is taking on planning authorities. With so much experience down the years, I can usually run rings around them. They must hate me!
The bad news is that because I have to make a full application, it will cost me and Frannie (who owns the upstairs flat) £190, just in application fees. guh.
Following this recent comment, yesterday
Following this recent comment, yesterday I was waved out of a side road by a blonde in a sports car. She didn’t get any financial or sexual benefits either. Who is the loser?