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29 November 2002
It's time for this weeks Bluetitch 5 1. I don't tell lies 2. That Father Christmas was real. 3. Not telling 4. Mogli. Rumour has it that you are supposed to keep your mouth shut for the first 3 months. I blabbed as soon as I knew! 5. If it was a good lie, then I would believe it and wouldn't therefore know that it was a lie. Makes sense to me :-) I'm at work at the moment. I'll add more later. Haven't checked up on Weebl and Bob for a while and there's a new episode if you haven't seen it already. I was doing a search on Will Self and lo and behold, what do I spot? One of my ex's is involved in some Brighton literature ring (similar to the white slave, but more people get hurt). Question is, do I send her a mail? Hmmmmm. It looks like drugs and guns don't mix. Next time you catch your dearly beloved in the fridge, show him/her the consequences Talking of fat lasses, Mrs Kwacky reckons she has started to feel Mogli moving about. If he wakes me up again, they'll both be jiggly around in the spare room. I feel the need for wine and weed. TTFN 27 November 2002
Little Words, strung together, can have big meanings. "I love you", "I do" (my wedding was chanted in Thai so I'm not sure I said "I do"!) and "test results NORMAL" We received written confirmation that little kwacky checks out ok. Physically at least. He's already known as Mogli as we have a house full of animals. Anyway, it's a weight off our minds. If you don't fancy risking the real thing, try this on-line motorbike game Don't forget to check out Fat Buddha's Blog. Possibly the web's best source of interesting and amusing links. 26 November 2002
The BBC viewers decided that Winston Churchill was the greatest Briton. I still can’t believe Lady Di was in the top 10, but the public view a media darling as being a contribution to the general good of this land. The flip side to the victory for the man who popularised the V sign (that’s the polite V) has been the resurgence of the Brit haters, who have called for Churchill to be tried as a war criminal. It is true that countless thousands of Germans suffered due to the carpet bombing of historical towns and cities. This, it is argued, it good reason to cast a cloud over the achievements of this man who was only small in height. The majority of these people believe that those in command are cold; that they see men as numbers and war as nothing more than a challenging game of chess on a shifting board. Horrocks, the commander of XXX British Corps, who often fought alongside the Canadians in some of the bloodiest battles of the Western Front, was responsible for the safety of more than 450,000 allied troops. Bogged down and preparing for the push that would end the war in Europe, a small historic town lay in the path of his army. That town was Cleve. Home to the 4th wife of Henry VIII. Horrock had to order the destruction of that town. He later wrote in his book, Corps Commander:- “the most terrible decision I had ever to make in my life, and I can assure you I felt almost physically sick………… when. I saw the bombers flying overhead on their deadly mission………. After the war I used to suffer nightmares and literally for years these always concerned Cleve” Little comfort to the poor souls who once lived in the town that had stood for 1500 years but these decisions have to be made and these men are prepared to make them. I guess it’s all too easy, 50, 60 years on to criticise but for some reason unknown, too many are ashamed of the history of this land. Rant over. (believe me, I’ve kept it brief!) The Bluetitch 5 Yes, I know it’s late. 1. What is the most romantic thing you’ve done? 2. what is the most romantic thing that someone has done to/for you? 3. what is the most romantic piece of music you’ve heard? 4. what is the most romantic film you’ve seen 5. what is the most romantic thing you would like to do but haven’t? I hate this woman >-[ 1. I was a poor and penniless lad in my late teens. My poor post grad girlfriend was taken by her mate’s boyfriends plan to take her away for the weekend. Nowt special, just a B&B I think. So, I got some money together and booked into a plush hotel in Birmingham. Not telling my squeeze where we were going, I just old her to pack an overnight bag. We used to drink in the city centre so walking past this particular hotel wasn’t anything new, but this time, we stopped. The look of surprise on her face was worth 10 times the price of the room. 2. I was ill with the flu. Proper flu, not man’s “it’s a cold but I’ll say it’s the flu”. My girlfriend at the time bought me some flowers and came round to nurse me. I was touched. 3. Not much of an opera buff but I do love Carmen. I realise that the story line was changed so that she is killed because of her perceived threat to law and order, however, I still well up when she passes away. Can’t think of the piece now (atrocious memory when it comes to names) but if it comes to me, I’ll edit. 4. Strange as it may seem, but Gladiator twangs a heart sting or two. There is this man who battled throughout his life to remain alive, yet, when he has defeated his arch foe, rather than fight on and stay alive, he gives up to be with his wife. I also enjoyed Baz Luhrmann’s adaptation of R&J, even if some of the acting was shite. 5. Oooooh toughie. I’ve purposely left out any references to me and Mrs Kwacky but this time I can’t escape. Sam and I love spending time together. Sad I know but true. So although we’ve frequently gone away together I think it would be nice for me to book something special, like Paris or Vienna, come home and tell her to pack her bags. Hackneyed I know, but there you go. I realise that I’ve not konfessed to anything yet. No point in having a confessional if you can’t open up. Hmm. Where do I start? When I was a wee lad, me and a friend used to sing in the church choir. One week, we stole some money from the collection plate to buy cigarettes. Look, I can't start you off on the big stuff just yet, can I? We hardly know one another. Urban Terror Not much happening. OVER have recently formed and seem a decent bunch. Other stuff Channel 4 had a strange programme concerning women's obsessions with their backsides. The flip side (there always is on C4!) is that this followed one woman who wanted to make it BIGGER For just $14,000!! Only in the dear old US of A. And they wonder why no one likes them? Burn 'em all! Joe has hit the big time! His kittens have made it to mainstream TV. 16 November 2002
Another week Not much to konfess I'm afraid; I've been a good little boy this week. Still not too sure what to do with this blog. The most important event was taking my wife to the local women's hosptal for an amniocentesis. These guys explain it far better than I can :- Stanford Little kwacky was not happy wth having his (don't know the sex, my wife wants a surprise!) photograph taken. Each time the midwife found some clear space, this little bottom would appear on the screen! All seems to be well, just got to wait 2 or 3 weeks for the results. Mrs Kwacky is getting fed up as her bump swells and the available ward robe diminishes. Already agreed on a name, George or Georgia, after my grandad. If it's a boy then his middle name will be Harvey. My choice. Mrs Kwacky isn't too keen and I've seen a few funny faces when it's been mentioned, but hey ho, if you listen to everyone and take their advice, you get no where. The Bluetitch 5 An alternative to the Friday 5. Bluetitch seems a cheery sort, which is quite amazing in my opinion, as short arses normally have a short fuse. Anyway, it can be found on Mr Muffins site and it is updated every week Bluetitch 5 I suppose I should answer them. 1. All of the seasons have their charms, but winter in England is my favourite. We don't get as much snow as we used to, which is a shame. Henry, my airedale (an example) loves the snow, as does Mrs Kwacky. A good snowball fight, duck back indoors then settle down in front of the open fire and enjoy some tea and crumpets. Winter wipes the slate clean and you know spring isn't too far away. The days are dark but soon get longer - hope in the darkest hour and all that Blitz stuff. 2. Hard one this. It really depends what mood I'm in. I'll eat almost anything ad I'm always ready for food. If had one last meal then I would order some chicken pakora from the rather splendid Trident Hotel, jaipur, India. Trident HotelI still can't believe they make chicken taste so good. 3. Kawasaki Green of course! Kwak 4 Toughie. Either Tad and Nirvana at Edward's 8 or Sonic Youth at The Hummingbird 5. Venezuela. Without hesitation. Canaima in particular. The second photo on that site was my view one morning as I got out of bed. Urban Terror The long awaited 2.6 release is out and it's got more bugs than the aforementioned Canaima National park. It's taken SID 7 months to release 2.6. I can't beleive it's so fecking bad. It kicks you off the server on start up, tells you you've got the wrong version, auto switches your weapons and its favourite trick is to make your screen go black! Looks like I'm not the only unhappy camper Rant! Rant! Rant! Blues! Bring on the Fulham. Tough one this. Fulham aren't playing that well in the league but they are capable of some good fotball. We need to bounce back after the drubbing handed out by Chelsea last week. Neither side are known for their clean sheets so goals are expected. Horsefield may start against his old club, if he does and with his 3 match ban due to start after the game, he has to make sure he gets on the scoresheet if he does't want Bruce to forget about him. Blog 06 November 2002
I always think there's something not quite right about a person who wants to vent his spleen on the internet. What is it they hope for? A global empathy? Mental images of the intelligensia nodding in agreement at their profound yet oh so obvious argument? A desire to wreck their pisiform bone? Or do they need to get a life? I'm the latter I think. I spend far too much time on the internet. At work I'm on the internet posting on football sites such as PlanetBlues or Premier-Blues and checking up on my mates at sportsbiker.com Then I go home and what do I do? Spend time with my loving wife? Nope - I sit on IRC and play Urban Terror UT or someother shoot em up. It's my first one, I'll keep it brief ;-) |
