Thursday, Mar. 26, 2009 - 19:35

I can't believe the mange tout. I can't believe the mange tout. Especially when it tells me that it caused the death of T.E. Lawrence by distracting him while he was riding his Brough Superior.

Quite a lot of footballers have died in car crashes, haven't they? I suppose it goes with the territory to an extent in that they do a lot of travelling. Perhaps there's the factor that some of them are irresponsible young men with more money than sense, which is a point I'm sure I made before (probably as an aside when I was discussing sportsmen killed by heart defects).

So, what's wrong with having a bifurcated penis, apart from the obvious? I think we better ask Mr. Wallaby, don't you? We could go to The Isle of Man and find out - apparently 'There is a large feral population of over 100 in the Isle of Man in the Ballaugh Curraghs area, having bred originally from a pair that escaped from the nearby Curraghs Wildlife Park some years ago'.

I wonder how pissed off the producers of 'The Bill' are with the fact that the law states that when someone is interviewed by the police, they are allowed/required to have a lawyer present. I'#m just thinking that this requires the show to employ an extra two or three (on average, I'd say) extras each episode, none of which say 'owt, but they have to wear smartish clobber. The costs must mount up a little.

Isn't it funny how Esperanto (e.g. "Wolverhampton estas kaj urbo kaj metropola distrikto en la angla regiono West Midlands.") just sounds like the crap that they used to spurt on The Fast Show when pretending to be some Hispanic TV station?

I did some searching of places to live in Shrewsbury today. It was frustrating, and some of the websites are APPAULINGLY designed, but.. I found six worth further consideration. It's just whether I get my finger out and actually do owt about them.

I might go into Shrews tomorrow and have a mooch around, in a sort of joint house hunting (well, 'estate agent visiting') and shopping and bearings getting type activity.

Additionally on the 'plus' points today, I booked my tickets for my trip on Saturday when I'm off to my God-daughter's 2nd b'day shebang. Can't help thinking I'll feel echoes of this time last year when I was seeing that woman I went on a date to the casino with, and got on rather famously with :-)

Wonderful discussion board posting of the day, from a Romanian guy - "We could have won USA 94 if Kennet Anderson wasn't so damned tall!". It's funny because it's true.

Went out last night for a few drinks with me ol' mucker who I used to work with. As usual it was pretty good fayre, banter and chat and a few drinks (but thankfully, not too many - I didn't get drunk?) finishing in the local rock pub where my mate put on Led Zeppelin and ACDC, and I retorted by putting on Distillers 'The Hunger' and Kittie 'Charlotte'.

I was suffering a little, however, this morning due to the large Chinese I ate (no, not a large Chinese man, a large Chinese meal) sitting uncomfortably in my abdomen. Better sitting, I suppose, than dancing flamenco or polka, whatsay?

Feel a bit guilty in that I had planned to meet up with a friend on Thursday (i.e. today) for a few drinks, but he then rearranged to Friday. It took me till last night to remember that I've got an early start on Saturday travelling to my God-daughter's birthday party, so I had to cancel on him. Seems a bit rude, and he seemed a little affronted in his texts back.

Bull pizzles are almost exclusively used/produced today as chewing treats for dogs. The pizzles of bulls are cleaned, stretched, twisted and then dried at a very high heat. The result is a very hard, 80-100 cm long brown stick, which is then sawed into pieces appropriate for the size of the dog, usually 10-20 cm (this process also makes its anatomical origin rather unrecognizable,

Gonna post this and go make a coffee, as am feeling a tad dopey and headachey.