Monday, April 25, 2005

Ladyblokes and a major cock-up at Channel 4

Yesterday was only remarkable for the presence of men on bicycles dressed as ladies – the men, that is, not the bikes. I was busy compiling Thursday’s pub quiz and looking at some holiday cottages that Loretta had found, many of which she could only have afforded if accompanied by 249 other people (Simon’s suggestion). Upon hearing a slight commotion, I glanced out of the window. The glance was quickly transformed into a good long look, followed by (or even combined with) some baffled staring. Streaming into the Tesco car park opposite were several cyclists. On closer scrutiny, it turned out they were all men wearing women’s clothing! Was it a meeting of the New Forest Cross Dressing Cyclists Society? Were they part of the Tandems For Transvestites campaign? The mystery was cleared up later in the day when I met a couple of them in Tesco. I asked what the occasion was and one of them said it was a stag party for his cousin. I commented that I thought it was a top stunt and wished them all the best. I considered mentioning to the other one that his dress was pretty but that it didn’t go with his complexion or his beard and moustache, but thought better of it. It was pretty, though.

Later, I watched (from Number 30 upwards) the Top 100 Children’s TV Programmes (as voted for by YOU!) and would just like to issue the following statements to Channel 4: (1) I know where you live, and (2) if you continue to maintain that ‘The Simpsons’ is a children’s programme, I will come round there and beat you all senseless until you desist from such ludicrous contentions. That’s all, really.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Life's Like That

Supposing life was like a file system? My housekeeping schedule would contain things like:
Open C:\My Stuff\body\eye\left and C:\My Stuff\body\eye\right

Move C:\My Stuff\body\arse from C:\My House\rooms\bedroom\furniture\bed Overwrite C:\My Stuff\body with selected contents of C:\My Stuff\clothes\clean

If that’s empty, select (in descending order) from:- (1) C:\My Stuff\clothes\dirty\whiff_factor 1 (2) C:\My Stuff\clothes\dirty\whiff_factor 2 (3) C:\My Stuff\clothes\dirty\handle_with_gloves

Extract C:\My Transport\cars\current fromC:\My House\rooms\garage Do not copy anything from C:\My Stuff\breakdowns\cars

Goto C:\buildings\commercial\retail\Waitrose
Run C:\My Stuff\finance\purchase\bin\overspend.exe
Run C:\My Stuff\emotions\bin\panic.exe
Delete C:\My Stuff\age\last_30_years_at_least
Copy C:\My Stuff\body\arm\left\upper to C:\My Stuff\body\bits_not_hurting
Copy C:\My Stuff\body\back\lower to C:\My Stuff\body\bits_not_hurting
Run C:\My Stuff\bin\tchoh!getalife.exe

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Writing wrongs....

The nice mechanic who examined Matt’s car for to award it a luvvly crisp VOSA MOT Test Certificate today has just been awarded (by me) the Nobel Prize for the Most Illegible Writing In The Whole Wide World. 

Apparently, there was a problem with all 4 worm and inchkin walls and we have to replace the black hazelnut clam paper as soon as possible. He has also charged us £100 for 4 Wertlab Tyes, £6 for a Tripe Rub and £16 towards a Newt Region. He can bloody well whistle as far as I’m concerned! I'm as keen on the environment as the next man with a woman's name, but I’m not paying more than a tenner towards a Newt Region! What worries me more is that the Certificate indicates that it expires on tfiril 11 2006. Will those in authority accept this as a true fact, whenever that is? 

Who knows, but hope springs eternal……

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Dear Powergen....

As a result of the telephone call to Powergen I’ve just had, I would respectfully suggest that they reword the standard letter which we received at the pub recently. “To: The Best Pub In The New Forest Customer Reference Number: 80110cx5 2 u Dear Customer Thank you for changing - without even realising you had - to Business Electricity Plan Flexirate 2. You'll see this change on your next bill from us. As a Powergen customer with a Business Electricity Plan contract, your prices will be fixed for the length of your contract and we're pleased to be able to give details of the Business Electricity Plan you believe you have chosen all by yourself without any help from us overleaf. Remember, if you are a Tesco Clubcard holder and you have a mere 15 minutes 55 seconds to waste, please contact us at the number below to attempt to register your Clubcard with us as part of a promotion which, as you will soon discover, is only available to Residential customers. Please try and ensure that, before ringing, you have a telephone with a speaker button so that you can get on with some work while you wait the 14 minutes 55 seconds it takes to actually answer your call. With this scenario in mind, you will, of course, appreciate that our operative will thereby have actually dealt with your actual call very quickly indeed, actually. Do remember this call will be free but it would be of great help to obviate delays for other customers with genuine account queries if you were to ring on a separate occasion just to thank us for not charging you for ringing us - this usually only takes 12 minutes 40 seconds. You would - if the Clubcard facility were available to you - earn 1 point for every £1 you spend on your energy. That's 224 points a month you will learn you will have lost just by ringing us - free! Yours faithfully, Elaine Harley Customer Service” Tchoh! Guess which two words out of the last four don’t go together!

Sunday, April 10, 2005

The Limerick Thingy

Some of you will be familiar with the above feature of a certain rubbish website and the monotonous regularity with which it is hijacked! One such recent occasion has prompted me to complete a quite promising piece of doggerel which was cruelly vandalised by a regular contributor whose good lady is possibly one of the most perceptive people in Devon today. A \/\/311 l33t hax0r c4113d 573v3
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Friday, April 08, 2005

It’s plagiarism, but I like it

Well, it’s not full plagiarism, it’s plagiarism of style or method of presentation or something – the content is all mine. I like to think that’s not quite so heinous a crime as the out and out theft of a whole literary opus. It is indicative, perhaps, of a lack of original thought but, well, I’ve done it quite a few times over the years and I’m fairly comfortable with it. You may recall a recent instance. I’ve also done it before that. I’m sure many of you are familiar with The Meaning of Liff by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd. I won’t repeat the explanation given but I did some of my own, using place-names around my local area. Rightly or wrongly, I hereby share them with you. GUSSAGE ALL SAINTS - Gussaging was something unspeakably messy done to a fish prior to its being cooked and, in fact, was a popular torture inflicted upon heretics during the Spanish Inquisition. In such times of tremendous religious intolerance, violent gangs used to march about shouting "Gussage all saints!" and if they found one, this is what they did. Sometimes, individuals were victimised and the mob would go on the rampage, chanting things like "Gussage St Michael!" However, even when in such moods, they would not be too bothered if St Michael wasn't around, as long as they were able to gussage some other poor sod. In a strange way, though, this indicated a degree of tolerance and, over the years, a breakaway faction was formed which considered this apathy to be a weakening of purpose and they began to specialise in wimborning, the word ‘wimborne’ having derived from the last words of the first known victim, St Giles: "Wish I'm born", (as opposed to dead, which state was brought on by repeated blows with stale loaves of bread filled with lead). Ever since then, the group went around chanting "Wimborne St Giles!" whoever they intended to do it to. At about the same time, another group was formed whose firm preference was to charlton all saints, which meant, basically, set them on fire. The group was disbanded after quite a short time, however, because, as matches hadn't been invented, they had to rub pieces of wood rapidly along their victim's body in an effort to ignite him and this was just too much like hard work. In any case, it didn't really instil a lot of fear in those likely to receive the punishment as it was soon realised that the worst they were likely to suffer was splinters and possibly a little light bruising. MONKTON UP WIMBORNE - It is probably best to draw a veil (or, perhaps, a cassock) over this vile practice which was quite common in the late 1500s, some time after the wimborners ceased carrying out their bigoted attacks. The main piece of equipment required, however (and the reason for inclusion of the "wimborne" part of the name), was still a stale loaf of bread stuffed with lead, although the main difference was that it had to have been baked in a thinnish cylindrical shape, rather like the modern baguette. The practice was, thankfully, confined to groups of monks belonging to the Order of Filthy Habits and its popularity slowly waned, disappearing by the end of the 16th Century. Bored with the solitude which was an essential requisite, the monks wished to share some of their dubious "habits" with the population at large and they began to travel round the towns and villages giving the menfolk what became known as "sixpenny handleys". Sixpence was a great deal of money in those days, though, and the monks' customers soon began to subscribe to the increasingly more varied (and much cheaper) services of the local strumpets. Sixpenny handleys were still known by this name but the cost of them, as for many other facilities, had been much reduced. The fee levied for full sex was, for example, a penny farthing, hence the phrase (originally quite complimentary) "she's the village bike", although this did not obviously come into general usage until much later. Interestingly, there are other practices which were given names that have since proved derivational - a very popular one at the time based upon its price was a "deep groat". BUCKLERS HARD – A physical condition, named after one of the monks (Father Damien Buckler, a founder member of the Order of Filthy Habits) which was essential to enable a sixpenny handley to be successfully administered. LIMPLEY STOKE - A very slow, lazy thrusting action with a (usually metal) poker whereby a fire that's burning perfectly well is just gently disturbed. It is really an unnecessary action and quite commonly carried out almost subconsciously as an aid to mental relaxation or meditation. MOCKBEGGAR - A mockbeggar used to be a derogatory taunt directed specifically at a peasant or some other unsavoury low life who accosted you in the street and tried to solicit money or sell you something you did not want, e.g. "Thou foul smelling, noisome varlet; seek remunerative employment somewhere or return to the midden whence ye came - oh, and by the by, take yon mangy wolf hound with thee!" It was then customary for your companion to compliment you by saying something like "Sooth! Thy mockbeggar was most wicked!" The mockbeggar has evolved to cover all kinds of situations and now encompasses such remarks as "Bugger off, sunshine! You must be blind if you can't see the fluorescent yellow notice stuck on the door saying I don't buy stuff from callers and the fact that I've already got double glazing." BEER HACKETT - This was the name given to anything that was used to open a Worthington Party Seven. It was invariably something like a screwdriver or chisel because no one ever had the right tool, especially the sophisticated tap device that prevented beer from spraying up like a geyser all over the ceiling, furniture and guests when you did eventually open it. SHILLINGSTONE - In essence, an early beauty treatment. In the early 1600s, in an effort to improve the general public's moral attitudes, believing that a healthy body led to a healthy mind, local clergy introduced what must have been the first health farms by setting up institutions around the district and encouraging people to attend them regularly. All they had to do was pay a total of one shilling (in instalments) for a course of 6 months' special body toning. The shilling's-tone (later contracted to shillingstone), as it came to be called, rapidly fell into disfavour, however, and everyone soon went back to being fat, lazy and flatulent. This condition must have achieved significant popularity, continuing, as it has done, to the present time. STRATFORD TONY - William Shakespeare's bookie. Although there was no horse racing in those days, a number of opportunities existed for a bookie to rake in hard earned readies from the local populace. There was so much villainy around, it would be more accurate to label these readies hard-pinched or, so far as the landed gentry were concerned, hard extorted. Murder and mayhem seemed to be the order of the day and life was generally terribly unhygienic and pretty unbearable. Everyone was so despicable to everyone else, it was almost worth being beaten to death to be free of it. The longer someone bet they could go without being mugged, strangled or disembowelled, the better the odds Tony would offer. Mind you, nobody ever collected any winnings from him since they were always killed before expiry of the period they had bet on (usually by someone Tony hired to do the job). It is believed that Shakespeare regularly placed bets with Tony and the most common were, for example, that someone would understand one of his plays or that everyone would stay awake during a performance of King Lear. He never won a groat. NETHER WALLOP - As already described, crime of one sort or another abounded in the Middle Ages, particularly the kind whereby bodily harm (grievous or otherwise) was inflicted upon people for a variety of reasons. One of the favourite disabling manoeuvres was the nether wallop which, as the name suggests, would render a (male) victim completely helpless for some time. Less popular was the middle wallop which required more brute force and which only resulted in temporary incapacity, although it provided the perpetrator the opportunity to follow up with something more deadly. An over wallop was really the result of misjudging the power of the blow actually administered. PRESTON PLUCKNETT - A device originally brought into use in the early days of the Preston "Guilds" (held in the Lancashire town during the same week each year) which consisted of a very large string bag made of thin strong cord into which feathers from freshly killed ducks and chickens were stuffed. The cord was closely woven to prevent the contents from spilling out and, when it was full, it was covered in a cotton sack, sewn up, given a "TOG*" rating and used as a bed cover. * Tested On Gabriel - Gabriel Du Vey was a textiles expert who developed a system of certification for this type of bed cover. The test procedure involved him being wrapped inside one wearing only a pair of thin bedsocks and locked in a refrigerated meat cupboard. He would then give a numerical rating based upon the number of his extremities which, after a fixed period of time, had not gone cold. In honour of his work, the bed covers were named after him, and, for years, many people slept with a soft warm gabriel on top of them. The covers are, of course, now known as duvets but the origin of the word is unknown.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Louis Armstrong was right!

Yesterday, I had the signal honour of meeting Lord Hutton and the lovely Mel, who stopped off at the pub on their way back from Bucks to deepest Devon, which, as some of you may remember – and much to Hutters’ disgust – is miles from everywhere. We talked of lots of thisses and thats: thingy, blogging, our common involvement with local government and people all three of us knew because of it (some sad, some happy), not to mention Simon’s chatroom. Tchoh, I mentioned it! Oh! How we laughed and how *I* laughed when, in the chatroom last night, Hutters thanked me for my hospitality; little does he know, it cost him dearly! Hahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha! *stops laughing as everyone in the bank is staring at me* It was indeed an extremely sepcial occasion and one which surely must be repeated soon. I would like to take him up on his kind offer to put me up if I’m down there in distant Devon, but I won’t say anything about that in case he reads this and moves house. What a wonderful world!

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Beer, beer and more beer!

You would probably see the title of this blog and shout "Yay!" or give some other equally vociferous indication of accord with the sentiment. However, beer need not be everything it's cracked up to be! The tedium of isolation in the marquee at the pub by reason of the Festival of Real Ales was much relieved by the visit of Loretta and Paul g0tlg on Good Friday. Despite Lorry's rudeness! MD, it makes you want to weep and you immediately stop whingeing. That's all for now.