Blokehouse
Well folks, I've been away neglecting my online responsibilites by doing some of that "having a real life" nonsense. Actually socialising with real people, that sort of thing? I know, it's insane, isn't it. Normal service will be resumed shortly, I'll be back to my misanthropic, snarling, insane best in short order.
So..... this house has been visited by numerous blokey friends up from Hometown. How can I tell? It's got more beer than it used to, the bin has kebab wrappers that are banned from my diet, the toilet is waving a white flag of surrender after terrible abuse and my computer desktop has developed from somewhere a highly dubious background image involving a naked blonde and a horse that I can assure you is NOTHING to do with me, they left it as a gift.
Bless 'em. Belated birthday beer (part 1) was the order of the day. Yes, I'm a year older. My old mucker Mr H turned up on Friday, followed by the Alien Kev and his mate Nick the day after; various towns were hit, beer was consumed in fairly enormous quantities reminding us in no uncertain terms that we're getting to old to lark about like that. On top of that, I scared myself rigid during a daytime collection run to Lincoln to pick up furniture for a matey, with the enormous cloud of smoke that my car left burst behind it in the face of the lorry I was overtaking; like a huge oily fart, it was and indictative of poor health in THAT engine too. A quick inspection suggests it's just a seal on the way out - it's leaking anyway - and the double change down put a good splurt of hot oil on the exhaust system causing a burnoff. At least I hope that's the case. Pretty good drama anyway.
The boy Giz is currently adjusting to having his home to himself again; all in all he's been pretty gentlemanly as regards having to share his space with an energetic kitten, living up to his new "majestic cat" tag, and only losing his temper and biting it on the back of the head on the last day of visit. But then, maybe he's been totalling the kitten related breakages, and taking revenge on my part? Here's the destruction stats.
Small kitten = one vase, one dinner plate ( 2 )
Four drunken blokes = nil
So that's a sure win for the kitten then.
So..... this house has been visited by numerous blokey friends up from Hometown. How can I tell? It's got more beer than it used to, the bin has kebab wrappers that are banned from my diet, the toilet is waving a white flag of surrender after terrible abuse and my computer desktop has developed from somewhere a highly dubious background image involving a naked blonde and a horse that I can assure you is NOTHING to do with me, they left it as a gift.
Bless 'em. Belated birthday beer (part 1) was the order of the day. Yes, I'm a year older. My old mucker Mr H turned up on Friday, followed by the Alien Kev and his mate Nick the day after; various towns were hit, beer was consumed in fairly enormous quantities reminding us in no uncertain terms that we're getting to old to lark about like that. On top of that, I scared myself rigid during a daytime collection run to Lincoln to pick up furniture for a matey, with the enormous cloud of smoke that my car left burst behind it in the face of the lorry I was overtaking; like a huge oily fart, it was and indictative of poor health in THAT engine too. A quick inspection suggests it's just a seal on the way out - it's leaking anyway - and the double change down put a good splurt of hot oil on the exhaust system causing a burnoff. At least I hope that's the case. Pretty good drama anyway.
The boy Giz is currently adjusting to having his home to himself again; all in all he's been pretty gentlemanly as regards having to share his space with an energetic kitten, living up to his new "majestic cat" tag, and only losing his temper and biting it on the back of the head on the last day of visit. But then, maybe he's been totalling the kitten related breakages, and taking revenge on my part? Here's the destruction stats.
Small kitten = one vase, one dinner plate ( 2 )
Four drunken blokes = nil
So that's a sure win for the kitten then.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 9:16 pm
1 Comments:
Vase was shock by said kitten, well if I bit your head you would run to hide. Blokey's are getting old and no damage could mean thier respecting thier elders old man.
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