(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding
Happy New Year!
Nearly three months on strike, they win. Well done brothers and sisters!
Labels: class struggle
As she is out of the country, my dearest and lovely JJ left me her ticket to see her Northampton take on my Millwall yesterday, with the only drawback being that I'm sat in with the home crowd, or so I thought ...
December 27th is the date on the calendar which traditionally finds Reidski out and about for a walk. Well, Christmas Day I’m not going out as there are too many new toys to play with and Boxing Day there’s too much football on the box. So today was walk. But, first, the last couple of days …
We had our Christmas together on Friday night, me and JJ, exchanging gifts (I will wear those tops, JJ, no doubt about it!), exchanging kisses and exchanging other things which others need not know about.
Labels: mistletoe and wine
What do you mean you don't remember this post when I said I should blog about Charlie Drake? Well, now I will as I've just noticed that he has now died. And the story? Not really interesting and neither is it funny, but I feature and so does Charlie Drake, so here goes (oh, btw, it's not very long either):
Christmas: a time for working people to have a few days off work and to rest and to eat and drink and be quite merry? Wrong! Check out this end-of-year statement which I found in the inbox in work this morning from the horribly misnamed Solidarity - it's a belter (and keep in mind it's their "message of hope"):
Three hours sleep last night, so I should be in a right fucking strop of a mood. Wait, that's wrong, I only had two and a half hours sleep and I should be in a right fucking strop of a mood. Particularly as when I got in from work today my computer was playing up after I had thought I had sorted said problem couple of nights ago. In fact, at that point, I WAS in a right fucking strop of a mood. But, then, a restart on the computer seemed to do the trick. Then, a few e-mail exchanges with JJ followed. Then, thoughts of us going out to La Lanterna in Brockley tonight. Those last two things have really changed my mood. I'm no longer in a right fucking strop of a mood, but, rather, I'm in a right fucking ecstatic kind of a mood. No work until 08.00 hours on January 8th 2007. Nice evening with JJ tonight. Superb!
Labels: computers n shit
Q: What do you get when you put a teacher, a bureaucrat, an aircraft engineer and an artist in the same city for two days?
Labels: can my liver handle it?
It's the draw for the last 16 of the Champions League tomorrow morning and I'm still wondering how Celtic managed to make it. Three away games and nine goals conceded does not make for pretty reading and, take the Old Trafford game alone, it could have been a helluva lot more. But, we got through on the basis that, in Europe, we have an amazing home record. The good news is that we won't face Manure in this round, nor can we face Real Madrid, Barcelona or Inter. But we can get some tasty teams and here they are:
We said goodbye to a work colleague last night - a right lovely bloke who took his job and responsibilities very seriously indeed. He was in the post for three years and it wasn't until last night that I heard him talk about himself and one or two ambitions he has for the future. For him, it was never about the self, but always about those he was representing and those who were paying his wages. Just about everyone in the office will miss him - in fact, only the wankers won't!
I was taken on the most lovely drive round Northampton and one or two villages just outside the city last Saturday night. Before we did that, however, we had a drink here, which is a lovely chilled out place to have a drink and to have your best friend take it easy and relax following yet another home defeat for her football team. I'm glad that, when she said "let's go to the Old White Hart" she did mean the one in Northampton and not here, because this was the scene of Reidski being told he was a "blue-nosed cunt" by a very friendly fellow Celtic fan, but that's another story. Back to last Saturday night ...
Aw fuck, this is terrible news.
This has happened following this complaint following this match. Why did they complain? If he didn't make any racist comments, then why aren't Ferdinand and Richards facing an inquiry into their malicious allegations. The three players involved cannot all be right or wrong!
Labels: English football is pish
Its fandabidoozie for wee Jimmy Krankie
Labels: idiot in a school uniform
So much has happened over the last week, so little time to explain. Today, I have a bit of time as the boy is ill and off school and my parental responsibilities mean it's my turn to look after him - and I'm so glad of that. Anyway, he's much better now than he was yesterday, thanks for asking! Oh, wait, he's just gone hurtling to the loo to throw up!!
Labels: stuff 'n' shit
This is for you from me!
I really must get round to blogging about what an utterly brilliant and perfect weekend I had there and it was so good in so many ways. First up, JJ was with me – cue dreamy camera work with love hearts dancing around my head. Second, we danced – cue Paul Kay routine about older men on the dance floor. And you don’t get to hear about the third thing – and, no, there were no videos involved! But more on that later in the week when I have time to do it.