The Bare Bones

...and another thing...

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:07:46 +0200

WHAT KATY DID NEXT!
I know it's getting a bit boring but the whole Kate Moss thing smacks to me of hypocrisy, I bet half the models, agents, popstars and even journalists that are criticising her take drugs in one form or another, she is just the latest sacrificial lamb!

BLITHERING BARNACLES!!
I know it was a bit childish but I had to snigger when I read about the bloke who sank his own £100,000 yacht rather than letting his estranged wife sell it for a knockdown price!!

WHERE'S SCUDDER??
Is there anyone else watching 'Carnivale' on the FX channel on Sky? It is my favourite program at the moment and is just starting its second series, (Sunday nights). I've read that HBO in America have cancelled the 3rd series and thousands of fans are up in arms about it trying to get then to change their minds about it, ah well there's always 'LOST'!

Still haven't heard Kates new single yet argh!
Well back to swabbing the decks shipmates.
Avast till we meet again!

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Reading My Paper...

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:06:30 +0200

ASK 'IM REF!
Read today about a poor 82 year old chap at the Labour Party Conference being thrown out for daring to disagree with what Jack Straw was saying, now I'm not particularly bothered what goes on at these political bashes but it seemed to me to be a bit heavy handed to say the least, I thought that was what politics was all about in this country, peoples ideas and being able to discuss them in a democratic way even if other people disagree! Even Tony Blair advocates freedom and being able to express your views but it seemed reading further that another bloke, a local Labour Party Chairman, was thrown out too for complaining about the treatment of the first chap! (local politics for local people! - sorry couldn't resist it!)

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New!!

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 20:36:53 +0200

Sorry I haven't written for a while (p&y) but I have been so busy! Last Sunday we threw a party for her indoors on a Spanish theme. Cooked Paella and Tapas outdoors and we all drank Spanish wine and San Miquel and a great time was had by all! Sorry you missed it p&y you would have loved it and you could have played a bit of Spanish guitar! Dan couldn't make it either as he was working, we were thinking about you Dan and Mum loved the flowers!

looking forward to Kate Bush's new doulble album out in November, still haven't heard the new single from it, must listen to Radio 2 more as they have been playing it apparently.

The boys in red play Benefica tonight so dashing off now to watch on TV.

More next time!

Avast me hearties! Billy

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title-190701

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:16:31 +0200

Today is the day that once a year celebration of all things good and free, International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Yes, that one day where you can walk up to a co-worker and yell 'Aaaaarh!' at the top of your lungs and not get fired, mutter 'shiver me timbers' in an elevator, and talk about poopdecks in bars without much problem.

So, go out, have a beer with the mateys, and swagger like ye means it. It only happens once a year, so take advantage of it!

Talk like a pirate website: talklikeapirate.com.

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title-188887

Sun, 18 Sep 2005 20:20:24 +0200

Why do we forward Jokes?

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime !

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title-182701

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 13:24:09 +0200

Rome
This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:

"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"

We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!" "Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and
they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste. "Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's Going to be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, The worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they're overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope." "That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful," explained the woman. "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a £5 million remodelling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser," that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand, I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."

"Oh, really! What'd he say?"

"He said: "Where did you get the shitty hairdo?"

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New BLOG!

Wed, 14 Sep 2005 19:13:28 +0200

Hello everyone
I used to be on blogspot.com but it all seemed too American for me, (I'll probably get lots of people who are British saying I'm wrong), but anyway just had a quick look around and found this little blogging space so moved my bits and pieces in very smartish.

Gots lots to moan and bore you with, big one tonight is that I am on nights! but weekend off coming up with some nice bits to do people to see and places to go!

Any scooterists out there coz I would like nothing better than to tell you about my scooter (Lambretta LI150 series 2).

Bit busy at the moment but just had to post something, will chat again soon.

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