Category: old blogging

And on the subject of MPs, I’m sure that lots of Tory MPs read this site daily. Well, to you I say – make Ken your leader! If you want to get back in to power, and be respected by the public, do NOT elect the greasy slimeball or the bald oddity. People like fat blokes who drink whisky and smoke cigars. Whilst not everyone will agree with what Ken Clarke says, they will respect his conviction, his honesty and his straight talking.

Sometimes, having parents is like being an MP – I’ve just being given an envelope full of cash from my dad. Not quite sure what I’ve done to deserve it, but it is appreciated.

Plans seem to be well advanced for the UKBloggers Party in the Park this Saturday. Mo has irresponsibly suggested that those people who would have gone to the cancelled Love Parade should turn up at the PITP instead. Thankfully, I think we can rest assured in the knowledge that whilst 250,000 people might travel to Newcastle to see the UK’s finest DJs, I think I’d be impressed if 2 people turned up in Hyde Park to see the UK’s worst bloggers.
Anyway, I’ll be there. I’m currently working on a plan to have lunch with my lovely cousin Gemma beforehand, giving the opportunity to catch up on gossip about our lovelives (hers seems sorted at the moment, mine is just a source of amusement!).

Is notsosoft turning soft?

Excerpt from an email from my bestest pal, Sarah:

Sarah – the girl with the pear-shaped bum. arf.

Here is a little story to put a smile on your face and make you say “ahhh, bless!”.
As you will know, my friend Paul F sings in a band (Could Be Good) that plays blues covers. This weekend, the band was playing at a wedding. The gig was going along nicely, Paul had just finished a song and was giving the old “thanjewverrymush” when he felt a tugging at his trouser leg. Looking down, a little girl of about 3 or 4 was tugging on the knee of his trousers to get his attention (bear in mind that Paul is a big tall bloke with a big deep voice – but kids at that age have no fear). Paul bent down and said “hello”.
Little Girl: hello, do you know ‘The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round’?
Paul: yes, I do.
LG: will you play it for me?
P: well, I’m not sure if the boys in the band know it. I’ll ask them.
P (to band): boys, do you know ‘The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round’?
Band: yeh, we can play that.
P (to Little Girl): yes, we know it. Would you like us to play it for you?
LG: yes please!
P: ok, but I’m not sure if I know all the words, so you’ll have to help me.
LG: ok, I’ll get my friend too.
So whilst the Little Girl went to fetch her friend, Paul announced to the guests: we don’t normally do requests, but we have a special one we are going to do now.
Then, crouching down with the two kiddies, they played the first verse of the song. And then, as the guests all stood around watching, all the other kids went up and joined in, singing along and doing all the actions – “The mummies on the bus go yak! yak! yak!, yak! yak! yak!, yak! yak! yak!….”
For anyone who has ever seen Good Be Good play, this must be quite a picture. The sort of picture that makes you go: “ahhh, bless!”

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Beer tonight with Paul F, Aris, Arron and the delightful Simone, an evening replete with blue jokes. Arf.
And in other news … well, there is other news.

Beer tonight with Arron, Nick, Helen, Steve, Claudette, Michelle, Matt and Clive. Quiet in the pub, as many of the regulars will have been at the last night of the Ale and Jazz festival thingy.
And after last night’s shenanigans (I may tell you about it one day) I’m absolutely knackered. Plus a long day at work. But I’m in a good mood.

This morning, I am wandering aimlessly around the flat, muttering “ooooooooh miiiiiiiiiiii god” over and over.
So it was a good night, as you can imagine. The Ale and Jazz was somewhat lacking in jazz (it was tribute band night, featuring the Strolling Bones and Utter Madness – so it was rock followed by ska – not a note of jazz was played all night) but made up for that by offering plenty of ale, which was supplemented by a bottle of wine when we got back here (we being me, Brenda, Greg and the lovely Donna – also seen in action were Sarah, Andy, Fi, Alison, Matt, Rachel, Tanya – oh *EVERYBODY* was there!).
A mighty hangover is evident. And I have to go to work shortly. guh.