Sunday, 16 May 2010

Nor but mate, it's like eating football!

Don't know about you but when i think about football my mind instantly projects images of meatballs, pepperoni and other tiny miscellaneous peices of meat strewn across a cheese and tomato base.

Thank heavens then that Chicago Town have just uveiled their "footie feast" pizza in time for the world cup.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

I need to sort out my priorities

I've just had a pretty bad fall in the garage. I was bringing some cans in for the match and as i navigated my way through the clutter i lost balance, gradually toppled over and grazed my back on some gym apparatus.

The tragic part is that, had i just dropped the cans i'd of been able to break my fall or avert danger completely by grabbing onto something. So it begs the question do i really value the wellbeing of 4 cans of Carlsberg over my own health?

It's pathetic. At least i'm not as bad as that Australian guy who was in the paper last year. He got pulled over as his kid wasn't wearing a seatbelt yet on closer inspection the officers noticed he'd at least managed to strap in his cases of booze.

Anyway, come on Fulham!

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Houzo?

I've dreamt up the perfect cocktail for all those summer parties.

It's basically half a glass of hot dog brine mixed with half a glass of Ouzo.

Now it just needs a name.

Monday, 10 May 2010

A wasted gag at the expense of Frank Skinner

Usually i get annoyed by people leaving CD's, DVD's etc lying around but today it provided a great comedy moment.

Well maybe not great but it made me laugh.

After inserting a badly scratched game into the Xbox i saw a message which read "disc unreadable" to which i quipped "much like Frank Skinner's autobiography"

Sadly though i was lacking an audience and the joke was wasted....or not. As i'm now rehashing it on the internet.

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Junk Mail

Some of the junk mail that passes through our letterbox is just ridiculous. It seems that every day in Middlesbrough there's a new takeaway opening, and the owners are only too keen to show us their "exciting" new menu. More often than not it'll be the kind with unflattering pictures of the food. Like a pizza that looks like it's been dropped on the floor then hastily scooped onto a plate for a quick photoshoot. They may as well show a picture of some drunk dangling a strip of kebab meat into their mouth for all the presentation is worth.

With the election just around the corner we've been bombarded by mail from the various parties. The amount of Ian Swales leaflets in particular has got beyond irritating. Christ knows what the Lib Dems budget is but if the stack of unopened mail on our table is anything to go by then it hasn't been money well spent.

Anyway, the piece of mail that prompted me to write this was a promotional flyer for a bouncy castle hire company. Their "special offer" being - hire 4 castles and get your 5th one free. I bet their phonelines are off the fucking hook.
4 Bouncy castles for the price of 5. What a deal!

How many bouncy castle events does the average household host per year?
You wonder what goes on in peoples heads. Also a quick glance at google earth would of told them that the majority of houses round our way aren't capable of housing a bouncy castle.

The flyer also claims that a bouncy castle is ideal for any celebration and then goes on to list...

*Playgroups
*School Fetes
*Birthdays
*Barbequeues
*Fundays
*School holiday entertainment

But of the above i only recognise a birthday as being a valid celebration.

"Hey cool bouncy castle, what are you guys celebrating?"

"Hey man thanks, we're just celebrating our barbequeue, y'know"


A celebration of charred sausages, and Dad's wearing shite comedy aprons.

It's the most inappropriate peice of mail i've received since this old chestnut from 2008..

Monday, 3 May 2010

Bank holiday blues

Boredom strikes again so i find myself writing another blog.

It's bank holiday. The weekend has been pretty uneventful. It's been nice to have a bit of time off work though even if i have ended up going stir crazy today.

I can count 3 notable incidents where the general public have riled me over this weekend.

1. As i put the lottery on in the co-op i was asked to produce ID. The conversation went...

Checkout girl: I'll need to see some ID

Me: Come on, i'm 24.....i put the lottery on every week in here

Checkout girl: You have to look over 25

Me: You only have to be 16 to play the lottery, do you think i'm 15?

Checkout girl: I'm sorry i can't serve you

Me: Well forget about these as well then

I then proceeded to throw a handful of footy stickers onto the counter. I left feeling angry but also self satisfied, safe in the knowledge that she'd have to put them back.

But what an idiot, she was clearly thinking of alcohol when she quoted the over 25 rule. And that's a load of bollocks anyway. The age is 18 for alcohol so where does 25 come from? I'll happily admit i look quite youthful and i don't feel 24 but to be considered 15 is just ridiculous.

2. A bloke in ASDA paid for a sandwich and a newspaper using his card. I thought there was a minimum amount for this. It fucks me off big time when people don't just deal in cash. Especially when i'm in a rush.

3.????????

I've forgotten what the 3rd thing was. Maybe i'll remember. Maybe i wont. I'm worried about my memory lately. Hmmm. I'm sure it was to do with driving or something.

Anyway as i mentioned above yes, i'm collecting footy stickers. I do it every time the World cup is on. Yes it's childish but what are you gonnna do? I was inspired after seeing an old antiques roadshow where someone had loads of old albums all filled and they were valued at something crackers. Though realistically by the time mine will be worth anything i'll be too old to spend the money on anything enjoyable. A gold plated zimmer frame perhaps, a state of the art hearing aid. It's not worth thinking about. At least i wont still be getting ID'd at that age...

... i hope.

Sunday, 2 May 2010

Giving off the impression that i'm a tit

As you can see i have far too much time on my hands....




I frequently find myself getting the urge to do shite celebrtiy impressions. Mainly when i'm alone in the house or driving or something. I can't explain why but hopefully it's not that weird. It's been happening for a few years and goes in cycles but at the moment i find myself doing a lot of Ozzy Osbourne. Previous celebs include, Michael Caine, Duncan Bannatyne, Gordon Ramsay and possibly my favourite...Alan Sugar (that routine consisted of me repeatedly saying "A total mess....You're fired" in a vaguely aggresive cockney squeak)
I'm well aware that they're shit impressions but that's part of the gag i think.


Hmmm, having watched it back i noticed the lighting isn't great and it kinda looks like one of those videos where you see a rape victim reliving their ordeal or an ex SAS soldier droning on about some mission that you're not supposed to know about. For the record, i am none of these.