Another wasted lunchtime

The Daily Grind
I need a new black cartridge for the printer at home, so I went to Tescoat lunchtime, knowing that they do a jolly good range - and so they do. All except for the one I want! - So rather than have a complete wasted trip, I figured I'd pop into the charity shop to see if I can find any decent records or books - I've been prety lucky in there, and made a few bob! - Trouble is there was some old lady that insisted on standing near me - smelling very strongly of wee wee..... Not pleasant, and the fact that I am hungry - (See previous posts about hunger vs pissed offness), and I'm already not best chuffed -I left.......Damn near gagging!

Why am I not surprised?

I could have been anything?

Vampire - You only come out at night, you feed on
the blood of the innocent, you are mysterious
and captivating.


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New SHOP

Music
I’ve just set up a new BLOG – Something a little different, but I’ve got to work out exactly how to set it all up. Basically it’s going to be an extension of my record selling, but I’ll also put up sections of other things, then edit them according to category. – I don’t know if it will all work yet, but I figured that there’s only one way to find out!

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Hmm – didn’t explain that very well did I??????

OK – Basically it’s a shop – That’s why I’ve called it my little shop of horrors – Take a look inside, there’s no obligation to buy, and there might be a free gift for the hundredth visitor…………..there isn’t, but there might have been!

BSAck again

The Motorcycle Diary

Sorry folks, I’m stealing bandwidth again! – Once again the BSA A7 is on the market, due to some time wasting **** who placed the winning bid, then didn’t collect…. Kept in contact long enough to cost me a late payment on my credit card, get charged the E-bay commission , and can’t declare him as a non paying bidder or even leave negative feedback. I could use a lot of expletives here, but won’t bother – You can add your own if you so choose.. Anyway – The upshot of it is – I have to re-advertise – paying once more a listing fee and all sundries that go along with it.
BSA A7 Plunger – 1950 chopper / bobber – NOT Triumph, Norton,

The A7 (500cc) Plunger is a 1950 model, it is not registered, and is in a stripped condition – (rolling chassis, engine and tinware etc.) The frame has not been chopped, so would not be too hard to build as either a chop, or restored to original. I believe that all the major components are here, including magneto etc.. Engine is not seized, and appears to be OK internally but I have never heard it run. This needs a lot of work to put back together, but will make a lovely project machine, whichever way you want to take it!

The picture of this machine ONLY shows a rough layout of the intended look of this bike. The seat, rear guard and tank have just been placed in position, as this is basically the frame, forks and wheels bolted together, with all other parts boxed.

Viewings can be arranged, and I can send more photographs via e-mail of any particular detail you wish to see .

No carriage charge - Buyer to collect from Newbury – The bike is not running, so will need to be collected with trailer or pick-up

10% Deposit to be sent within 10 days of auction end via cheque or PayPal – remainder can be paid in cash on collection. – THIS is NOT negotiable this time – As I was let down BIGTIME by the previous time wasting bidder- who never even came down to view the bike, nor sent any money!

If you have ANY questions at all, please do not hesitate in emailing me – jlunn@hama.co.uk

I'm PISSED OFF!!!!!!

I’m PISSED OFF!

And why am I pissed off you ask? – Well, I’ll tell you why I’m pissed off shall I?

1 – I’m pissed off because I sold a motorbike for a reasonable amount of money on E-bay, and although the supposedbuyer made good contact initially, he has not paid, nor made contact since – Just long enough so that I pay the commission and can’t declare Non-paying bidder

2 – I’m pissed off because I was relying on that money – (See above) to pay off my credit card bill. As a result, I couldn’t pay it in time and got landed with an additional £25 late payment fee!

3 – I’m pissed off because I’ve just wasted half an hour of my life on a completely pointless bus trip. I started my lunch hour, jumped on the bus to town, then realized that the only way I’d get back to work was by staying on the bloody bus!

4 – I’m pissed off because I’ve got piles – and they hurt!

5 – I’m pissed off because I bought a record from somebody in America – they’ve since moved house, and I haven’t got my record.

6 – I’m pissed off because I made myself a crappy sandwich this morning, and didn’t put my usual extra’s like crisps and fruit in my bag

7 – I’m pissed off because I’m hungry – (I’m always pissed off if I’m hungry!)

So – After that little rant, you’d probably think I feel better. But guess what? – Youre wrong…..

I’m still PISSED OFF!!!!!!

Roids

The Daily Grind
Well – following yesterdays post I am deliriously happy that (unlike on previous occasions.) my piles have gone external already. Normally I’m treated to a few days of itchy, achy bum, before the damned things poke their ugly little heads out. NOT this time! - Nope, today I’ve got a fair sized grape hanging out of my bum, refusing to go back. This has brought about its own little problems.

1 – I am now using copious amounts of Anusol, and here’s a little thing with bum cream….. WHY does it have to have that particular smell? – I mean, it is an unmistakeable smell, and quite strong at that. – It seems to overpower most soaps, so even if you throroughly wash your hands after application – (which of course I DO, because to not wash after applying said bum cream would be nasty in the extreme…unthinkable even.) It still leaves a lingering odour.
Now, if you have cause to use some other odious remedy – Deep heat, Vicks chest rub, etc, then it’s not immediately apparent what you are using it for, or where exactly – Deep heat can be for any muscle ache, pretty much anywhere, Vicks, ? – Well, OK, that’s going to be on your chest and helping with a cold or similar – but that’s unlikely to offend.
Bum cream on the other hand….. people must sniff it out and think “I know what that is, I know where it’s gone, and I also know EXACTLY how you applied it - So no thank you I do not want a cup of tea!”

2 – this morning I grabbed my little tube from the bathroom and …..(OK so tell me NOW that this wasn’t going to be a good idea……TOO BLOODY LATE NOW!!!!)……slipped it into my trouser pocket. Just in case I needed a little Anusol fix at work. – But then thinking about it, I don’t think I’d get up the nerve to take it into the loos for a quick Up the jacksy relief… - However, I did, then promptly forgot it was there. Then I leant against a desk – (once again, I feel that my tale of woe is becoming horribly transparent). Of course, not long after I wondered why my trouser leg felt a mite tacky, so put my hand in my pocket….. All my fingers came out a delicious shade of chalky white. Wonderful! – Also wonderful is the fact that I stink of bum cream. - Now it doesn't matter if i wash my hands, I've got a pocket full of the stuff.

Note to self – Remember to cut finger nails tonight!

The story of the Land Girls - Or ARMY FARMER GILES

The Daily Grind

Well, - I haven’t really felt like writing anything for a while, and the result is? – I haven’t written anything of course.
Today – I do.
Today, I am suffering with hemorrhoids – Oh, the joy of hemorrhoids! – At the moment, they are not too bad, they are only inflicting a dull ache and a permanent itch, which in a funny kind of way makes you appreciate your bum. Normally you just take your bum for granted, you don’t feel it’s presence, it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, even though, if you work in an office, you spend most of your time sat on it. All in all, your bum is a pretty reliable friend. Then piles come along, and your bum is a bit uncomfortable, sitting down, walking around, doing anything in fact makes you aware that your bum is there, behind you every step of the way.

Currently my piles are the internal type, so not causing me too much grief. So it’s time to break out the old preppy H and ensure that my diet doesn’t give me constipation, otherwise I’m going to end up with a set of extra danglers, then it’s not so funny!

In other news – I’m quite happy today. I paid off my credit card with some of the money I got from selling a car, got the forms from the Post Office at last so that I can send off the tax disc and get a refund. AND I found a rather scarce album in a charity shop for 50p – It’s in pretty good order too, and should bring in somewhere in the region of £10 - £20. So, even though I’ve got piles, I’m a happy chappy.

Gene Vincent Screenplay

Thought For The Day


OH NO - I've done it again. - I found a BLOG from somebody that is writing a screenplay about Gene Vincents life, and sounds like it's near completion. got carried away with reading it - Even sent a couple of comments of praise, then FORGOT to tag it into my favourites. - I now have no way of finding it again. Previously I stumbled across it by chance.... PAH, now I am Mr P. Doff!

If anybody can help - PLEASE DO SO - Don't just sit and smirk at my obvious ineptitude. this is what I know. He's based in Australia and is writing a screenplay for a Gene Vincent story.

Another Forced Spring Clean

Music

Well – once again, I’ve had a forced spring clean imposed on me. The Filebucket has disappeared completely. I’ve now put a couple of pictures in Photobucket - So at least I’ve got my little DJ guy again!…

It looks like I won’t be able to post music again – (Unless I can find another online storage method that I can understand.) – Oh well, I’m sure there’s some people that will be quite please that I can’t inflict my shite taste in music on anybody!

I might have to change my online image – after all I’ve sold all my DJ gear, now I can’t post music, so I need something new and more appropriate.

Suggestions welcome!

STUPID tests!

The Daily Grind

Well - I've succesfully turned the text in all my follwing posts blue - Now I can't reverse that problem.

I recently found a test on one of the sites How Stupid ARe YOU? - Sorry I can't rememeber where I found it. It must have been a rubbish test though becuase i got a score of 'Quite Smart' However, judging by my current achievements, I firmly believe that a higher stupid score would have been more appropriate.

If I remeber rightly the test had questions which would test your general knowledge, which I'm generally quite reasonable at. Had it had questions like this, perhaps it would have been a different story:

1 – What tools would be best to use if you wanted to remove the grass from your lawn?

A – A Lawnmower
B – A can of petrol and a blow torch
C – A knife and fork
D – A goat and a pair of long nose pliers

Bombfire Night

This weekend – (As anybody in the UK will confirm) was bonfire night – PS, the above title is NOT a miss-spelling. A night when young children are kept awake well into the night by the sound of fireworks. Cats and Dogs are scared into hiding for the next week or so by the same fireworks, and the possibility of earning yourself a Darwin Award increases dramatically!

This year, I came close to earning myself a Darwin – (Actually I can’t claim all the glory. My brother-in-law was an equal partner.) My eldest son is not too keen on loud fireworks, but this year, even the really loud ones didn’t upset him. The only thing that made him cry was when me and Nick lit the fire - Not normally the scariest part of the evening, I know.

Before I start the story though – I would like to make a point for all other potential fire-starters.
Children –
When your parents say DO NOT LIGHT FIRES- Take notice!

Parents –
When your children say DO NOT USE PETROL TO LIGHT THE FIRE – Take notice!

OK – Like I said in a previous post, it had rained all over my heap which would therefore not lend itself easily to burning – I therefore deduced that perhaps a tiny splash of petrol would help things along a little. – By little splash, I guess I actually mean a medium sized cup full. – NOW, I did the sensible thing (If indeed the words Sensible thing can be used in close quarters with the words petrol and fire when used in the same sentence!), by putting the petrol carefully onto the fire quite a while before we were due to light it. I figured that this way most of the explosive fumes would have gone??????? - BUT, then it rained a bit more, so as we went up to put dry paper under the heap, it was suggested and agreed by both of us, that a little more petrol couldn’t hurt! – So NOW, I put on a liberal amount of petrol – Probably somewhere in the region of 2-3 litres – (1/2 gallon.) I though it best not to hang around holding an open can of petrol, during the lighting phase, so I walked back toward the shed to put it away. And noticed Nick lighting a big piece of card and got ready to throw it into the heap……

I must have been a good 12 feet away – maybe more, Nick was just over arms length away – (Well, you can’t flick a piece of burning card very far when it’s raining can you?….

The children, and other parents were watching from our living room, staying in the warm and dry until the fire was going – they were looking out into the pitch black garden, then saw it illuminated……..Instantly.
The resultant explosion sent a shockwave back down the garden and almost took out all the windows in the back of our house – (That’s what scared the kids. Well, that and the fact that they could see me and Nick illuminated by a pretty enormous fireball, which thankfully rolled itself skyward rather than spreading out across the garden.) Aparently it sounded louder from inside, and all the glass bowed inwards as the shock wave hit. The whole heap lifted briefly, then settled back to ground with a cacophony of creaks, cracks and rustles. Very little fire remained, as it had for the most part blown itself out.

The rest of the evening went without incident – (Unless you count the roman candle that fell over and fired a couple of mini fireball back toward us). We had some pretty impresive fireworks, and Mrs Jayster put on a jolly fine feast.

I think next year we’ll either: - Go to an organized event OR send the children out to light the fire and fireworks, as they are likely to be more sensible than us so called ‘Adults’!

NOT a computer geek

Thought For The Day

I guess that means I am NOT a computer geek!

Guy Fawkes

The Daily Grind

On Saturday we plan to have a bonfire party with fireworks. I’ve put a load of stuff in a heap that we hope will burn. I’ve got to cut a load of bramble and weeds out of the garden, so that the kids don’t get snagged and shredded as a result of my poorly maintained garden plants. It’s rained quite a lot over the past few days – so the top of my fire heap will most likely be wet. The wind has also been doing a fair amount of blowing, at the same time as the rain. This I suspect will have made the middle and base of my heap damp as well. I think therefore that on Saturday we will be having a firework party which will end with a smoldering, smoking heap that drives everyone away.

The importance in the size of your hand.

The Daily Grind

I’m tired…I’ve been tired for days, weeks even. This is due mainly to the fact that my youngest son has decided that proper wake up time is in the region of 5.30am. Sunday was even less impressive – (See my previous post!). Last night Star Wars episode 2 was on TV, so I stayed up until the dizzying time of 9.00pm so that I could get the video recorder going for my eldest son. – Job done, straight to bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow……… and I do mean DEEP sleep . Zedsville centre, if you will.

Then, I’m woken from my slumber by the unmistakeable sound of my youngest son crying, so bleary eyed, I look for my clock to find out the time – (it’s dark, but that means nothing, I’m used to it being dark!) – Clock isn’t there, having been hidden by son one and his friend! – At last I locate it in one of my bedside drawers, and still bleary eyed, work out that it is a little before 5.am. Mrs Jayster suggests that I dose Son two with Calpol and settle him back down again…… BUT I know better, and figure that’s he’s going to be awake in about half an hour anyway, so I might as well take him down now, in the hopes that he doesn’t wake #1. – (I’ve had a pretty good nights sleep, so I might as well let everybody else get a bit more kip.)

I take him downstairs, settle him on the settee and get him some Calpol, put the kettle on for a cup of tea, check the video to make sure I got the end of Star Wars OK…… this is where things start going a bit wrong! – Video recorder is still recording!!!! – ODD??? – Maybe the tape broke?, Maybe I just F****d up again - Either way – I can’t watch Star Wars now – (More to the point, nor will #1, later on!), then I notice the clock in the kitchen. That can’t be right???? 11.45pm??? By this time, Mrs Jayster comes downstairs, wondering what the hell I’m up to bringing #2 down in the middle of the night!

So I take him back up, and he drifts off to sleep again. Then me and Mrs Jayster have a cup of tea, then back to bed – To wake up properly at about 6.00am – (bit of a lie in today after all!)

The File Bucket seemed to have spilled out again, or sprung a leak, or some other suitable water related pun – End result is the same though is the same. I no longer have any images or sound clips to pleasure you with!

Music
I AM THE SELF APPOINTED MANAGER OF HOLD MUSIC!

Everybody needs a special job title of special importance…..that is mine. I have selected all the tracks that are on our company hold music, and there’s some killer stuff in the mix too! – How many companies do you know that feature Northern Soul / funk monsters exclusively? For some reason, the machinery is clipping all the ends short – But no matter! – I’m currently enjoying Chuck Jackson & Maxine Brown, Al TNT Braggs, Howard Peters, Bettye Swann etc.

The Motorcycle Diary
Let's not mention this to anybody eh? - Our little secret!

The Art Project

HAH - surely you jest? - with everything else going on around me - you think I've got time to spare on ART Projects? - That be the case. YOU is madder than I!

Thought For The Day

No matter what time of day it is, you need to know the difference between the big hand and the little hand!

RECENT UPDATES . . . . . ????? & OTHER THINGS RELATING TO THE PASSING OPF TIME!

Thought For The Day

So how does that work then eh? – OK, it doesn’t take much to confuse me, but I have some issues with BLOG!!!!!!
1 – I sometimes browse throughBLOGS looking for people with similar interests to my own. SO, I click on one of my favourite films, types of music, interests, books etc. then check out what sort of sick bunnies like the same sort of stuff as me….Then see what they have to write about, and how it relates to what they have listed as their interests. First thing I notice is that more often than not, my Blog does not appear as being interested in the things I’m interested in, even if I’m searching as my Alter Ego. So Nobody’s going to find me that way, unless it’s some completely obscure film that NOBODY else knows about or likes, or if there’s just 2 or 3 of us.

2 – RECENT? – Who decides on what is classed as recent?? – I mean, personally (Now, call me old fashioned if you like!) my idea of recent would be the last couple of months, the last few days even. Here we are end of 2005, and ‘Recently Updated’ still seems to include people who haven’t posted anything since the middle of 2004……. That’s NOT recent in my book, at least not for something that is constantly updated.



PS – It’s late. I’m tired so this will be even more disjointed than usual.

This weekend the clocks went back – Not a problem in itself – Until you bring small children into the equation. Small children of under 2 years that do not know how to tell the time yet is one thing. Small children that NORMALLY have a wake up time of 5.30 am and do not know how to tell the time………..

OK, so Sunday USED to be lie in day – (back in my pre-having children days) 4.30am IS NOT my idea of a lie in