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Monday, February 27, 2006Yellow Card Father Bell sent me this. I could watch it over and over again.posted by timesnewroman at 8:03 PM Saturday, February 25, 2006Sod off Mr Laverick I'm not a Londoner, I'm not the biggest fan of Ken Livingston, though I did once give him a lift to Central Station, but this is a disgusting anti-democratic outrage. This is bollocks. Like me, you should email enquiries@adjudicationpanel.co.uk and tell them so. Bloody Nazis.posted by timesnewroman at 9:27 AM Friday, February 24, 2006Below Zero The Winter Olympics have been pissing me off these past two weeks. Complete load of bollocks masquerading as sport. Sledging on trays, boulder sliding and wooshing down hills on slidey sticks. Its so bad they haven't even got snowball fights in. Why the fuck can't this load of crap be consigned to British Eurosport where it belongs. That way the BBC can STOP FUCKING ABOUT WITH THE GOOD PROGRAMMES!posted by timesnewroman at 7:18 AM Monday, February 20, 2006Spring is sprung Rather than spend the day horizontal on couch thewife persuaded me to go out into the countryside for an invigorating walk. It was cold, but beautiful, daffodils were just about to bloom whilst the snowdrops below gave us an indication of a changing season. This had clearly got to thewife as can be seen in this video excerpt (If it works).A jolly good day was rounded up nicely by us winning not only the quiz but also the £100 cash prize for being the nearest guess to how many species of birds became extinct last year. We guessed against my better judgment, at over a hundred. To top it all I'm off today to boot. Ya dancer! Snowdrops Posted by Picasa posted by timesnewroman at 11:01 AM Tuesday, February 14, 2006Continuing a beautiful friendship We went out tonight, for Valentine's Day. Surprised thewife and went to the Glasgow Film Theatre. They've been showing this on 14th February for the past few years. We've never seen it on the big screen, so this year I decided we were going. It was even better than the last seventeen times we've watched it on video and on DVD and you got a glass of bubbly and chocolates on the way in which was a nice touch.On the way out I picked up a flier for the Glasgow Film Festival. Fair bit of interesting stuff. I'm particularly fascinated with a film by Hellmuth Costard, called Fussball Wie Noch Nie (Football Like Never Before) Seemingly on 12th September, 1970 he used 4 x 16mm cameras to film George Best in Man Utd v Coventry match. He only filmed Best. No wide shots or angles. Just 90 minutes of Best. Sounds like it beats the shit out of Sky Player Cam. We have to go and see it. posted by timesnewroman at 11:49 PM Saturday, February 11, 2006Ponies and Amontillado The apprentice has been in form of late. He has an evil streak, check here and scroll to the entry on Feb 3rd 2005 to get an idea of just how evil. He just recently told of a story of him wanting to watch cricket on tv, weird I know, when his daughter was quite young. In order that she didn't take over the tv and watch some nonsense, he explained that lovely prancing ponies came onto the cricket field every so often and would dance and show off their brightly coloured accoutrements. Every so often he would get her to pop into the kitchen for something, and whilst she was in there, he would yell "quick, the ponies are on." Needless to say by the time she got back into the living room, the ponies would have departed the cricket pitch. When his wife came in and saw the cricket on and child staring at tv, she asked if she wouldn't rather watch cartoons. "No" she replied, "I want to watch cricket" You wouldn't believe he used to be a residential care worker, would you?theboss called the apprentice into the office not so long ago for a word. One of our many tasks as a team is to carry out assessments of organisations who wanted to be included on a list of organisations accredited to provided social care services to Glasgow City Council. We check out their Standards, Policies etc, to make sure that they meet our minimum criteria. the apprentice has been our rottweiler in this role for some time, going through applications with a fine tooth comb and nitpicking every little item of concern. To say he's thorough is an understatement. Anyway theboss has him in her room and mentions that there's to be some training on these assessments. "That's great says he, I've been here for a couple of years now and wouldn't mind getting some training." "No, you don't understand says the boss, you're delivering the training!" Should have seen his face. A picture indeed. Still he deserved it. ____________________________________________________________________ Mumsy was on the phone to thewife, asking for her to get a bottle of Sherry whilst we were in town. thewife reckons it was only a fortnight ago that she last bought a bottle and Mumsy only has a glass of sherry before going to bed. Then suddenly it dawns on us that Mumsy's been getting more and more forgetful and we think perhaps that maybe she's been having more than one glass a night! Ahrggh! posted by timesnewroman at 5:48 PM Sunday, February 05, 2006Joy Oh Joy I just heard a squeal of delight from thewife, who's downstairs watching the news on TV. I quickly pop over to the BBC news site to discover if Margaret Thatcher has finally popped her clogs. Sadly this isn't the case. Nor have Liverpool beaten Chelsea. Nope, thewife has a curious addiction to macho farming types running about doing macho shit, so I suspect the reason for her outburst must have been this. Me I don't give a damn. I can't stand macho farming types running about doing macho shit.posted by timesnewroman at 6:29 PM
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Honest Men And Bonnie Lasses Next door however was an amzing little delicatessen that had an unbelievable range of cheeses and well practically every foodie thing you could ever want. Foie Gras a steal at £27.50 for a wee jar. It's called Chisolm's and we'll certainly be back. Later we ended up eating steak and chips, drinking wine and watching Casualty on telly. thewife having been a nurse and midwife gets slightly carried away when she overindulges in these shows. The storyline has a woman giving birth to a baby in her car, being assisted by her 14 yearold or thereabouts son. They are having difficulties and thewife correctly predicts what the problem is in medicalspeak. Then as the programme develops she's all concerned that they haven't got the placenta out after the birth and that the woman will become infected. I point out to her that it doesn't actually matter that they haven't done this because the only people watching who know this are her and possibly another twenty or so clinicians. The rest of us don't know any better. That and the fact that it's a tv show for heaven's sake. posted by timesnewroman at 3:58 PM
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