Secret meetings, bungs, slapped wrists and general underhanded behaviour. Is it all worth it in the end? Hell no.
'Cash'-ley Cole must be returned to North London.
We NEVER drop games to sloppy own-goals. NEVER with eight minutes to play and NEVER at home when we're 2-1 up. Well we did today and it hurts.
I don't mind slipping up to a brilliant opposing attack. But not unopposed and willful stupidity in front of our (sic) own goal.
Ouch.
The defence just doesn't hold without JT.
..Must train the dog to bite the nasty blingy man should we ever see him in the Highbury area.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Silent Night ...And Day
And for Christmas we'll mostly be having ....silence.
After three weeks in the company of my father Emmie has lost her voice. She just doesn't bark. At all.
This erstwhile noisy boisterous pooch is utterly quiet and as a consequence behaved.
At the start of December I spent a week away in the U.S. for work and P had a few work-related overnights too, so we shipped 'tonnes of fun' up north to stay with grandad in the country. We were reunited briefly in Chipping Campden for my birthday weekend and again now at Chez Grandee for Christmas. She returns with us smoke-ward tomorrow.
Anyway, after bearing Emm's woofs for about a week, he could stand the incessant yapping no more and went out and bought a collar to cure the critter of her, ehem, opinion. The fiendish device squirts water at her chin with every tiny whimper -- which, it would seem, is a tad unpleasant. And after only a few soggy days the liver and white one 'got it' and speaks no more.
Pavlovian bliss.
We are now in a more advanced stage of dog training. Not to eat all of nephew Charie's toys or to steal hams, joints and rashers from the kitchen work-top..
After three weeks in the company of my father Emmie has lost her voice. She just doesn't bark. At all.
This erstwhile noisy boisterous pooch is utterly quiet and as a consequence behaved.
At the start of December I spent a week away in the U.S. for work and P had a few work-related overnights too, so we shipped 'tonnes of fun' up north to stay with grandad in the country. We were reunited briefly in Chipping Campden for my birthday weekend and again now at Chez Grandee for Christmas. She returns with us smoke-ward tomorrow.
Anyway, after bearing Emm's woofs for about a week, he could stand the incessant yapping no more and went out and bought a collar to cure the critter of her, ehem, opinion. The fiendish device squirts water at her chin with every tiny whimper -- which, it would seem, is a tad unpleasant. And after only a few soggy days the liver and white one 'got it' and speaks no more.
Pavlovian bliss.
We are now in a more advanced stage of dog training. Not to eat all of nephew Charie's toys or to steal hams, joints and rashers from the kitchen work-top..
Friday, December 22, 2006
Christmas Turkeys
This year's Christmas Turkey is surely the TV schedules. Re-runs, re-hashes and re-fried sitcoms, (un)reality piffle and movies that went straight to rental four years ago.
What crap.
I'm going to have to actually speak to people this year.
Humbug.
What crap.
I'm going to have to actually speak to people this year.
Humbug.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Fancy Web Site Sucks Donkeys
So as noted below, with a wee bit of time on my hands I'm using this quiet time to plan my life. OK, there's proper work-type '07 planning that I could do, but it's afternoon on 21st December for, ehem, Christsakes.
Equally, I'm not that organised and am only planning ahead for the next five or six hours...
Miss P knocked-off work for the year at lunchtime today to buy gifts in the West End (silly girl) this afternoon. Also she's staying in town to get squiffy on poo (the expensive kind too, I'll wager) with a couple of her best friends this evening.
This leaves me home alone and therefore in need of cultural edification.
Of course, I completed all of my shopping weeks ago -- online and ostensibly from a very well-established and reliable outlet with a Brazilian river theme. I'm now reliably informed by said site that everything I ordered has been sourced, wrapped and delivered to where we're spending Christmas this year -- not our home or work -- so no heavy-lifting or cluttered Mini on the 24th.
Please note -- this is a good Web site delivering a very satisfying Web service. Sadly though, even today with the Webby world hitting university entry age, many sites still fail to do what they're supposed to.
So, with the prospect of an evening to myself, access to the Web and a bit of time this avo I thought it a splendid idea to visit my cableco's VOD Web site and see what kind of 'exlosive werewolves battle mutant robot assasins from outta space' flick might be available for my televisual entertainment tonight.
(Note too, this level of forward planning is rather sensible as scrolling through all 700 available titles in real-time on my TV at home takes about an hour to complete. What a waste of quality video nasty time.)
But my plan falls at the first fence. Problem is that this cutting edge entertainment site is sooo hip and nooo meedja, its complete reliance on Flash renders it impossble to navigate -- this is before it stalls for a few minutes before crashing out of Explorer... every time.
How cool. How hip. How blood annoying.
Sod the filum. I'm going to the Shakespeare for a pint or two instead..
Equally, I'm not that organised and am only planning ahead for the next five or six hours...
Miss P knocked-off work for the year at lunchtime today to buy gifts in the West End (silly girl) this afternoon. Also she's staying in town to get squiffy on poo (the expensive kind too, I'll wager) with a couple of her best friends this evening.
This leaves me home alone and therefore in need of cultural edification.
Of course, I completed all of my shopping weeks ago -- online and ostensibly from a very well-established and reliable outlet with a Brazilian river theme. I'm now reliably informed by said site that everything I ordered has been sourced, wrapped and delivered to where we're spending Christmas this year -- not our home or work -- so no heavy-lifting or cluttered Mini on the 24th.
Please note -- this is a good Web site delivering a very satisfying Web service. Sadly though, even today with the Webby world hitting university entry age, many sites still fail to do what they're supposed to.
So, with the prospect of an evening to myself, access to the Web and a bit of time this avo I thought it a splendid idea to visit my cableco's VOD Web site and see what kind of 'exlosive werewolves battle mutant robot assasins from outta space' flick might be available for my televisual entertainment tonight.
(Note too, this level of forward planning is rather sensible as scrolling through all 700 available titles in real-time on my TV at home takes about an hour to complete. What a waste of quality video nasty time.)
But my plan falls at the first fence. Problem is that this cutting edge entertainment site is sooo hip and nooo meedja, its complete reliance on Flash renders it impossble to navigate -- this is before it stalls for a few minutes before crashing out of Explorer... every time.
How cool. How hip. How blood annoying.
Sod the filum. I'm going to the Shakespeare for a pint or two instead..
You ain't Seen Me, Right..?
OK. Now there's a little more time I can return to Blog-land.
In August I was too bored to blog. Through November til now, I've been simply too busy. It doesn't help that the Wi-Fi connection to the Mac at home is severly dodgy and I really don't want to schlep my notebook home every evening..
Last weekend I hit to big four-o and celebrated with a host of dear friends, family and pooches. Again, go to my pal Norfolk Dumpling for more on this happy event..
Anyway, the year is winding down and the city's emptying. The comute is nearly bearable …nearly.
2006 was a rollercoaster. We moved house. We activated two flat sales. We got married and I changed jobs.
So what of 2007? More balance and time with those that matter. Less drama and fewer financial shenanigans. Over the next 12 months I'll mostly be focusing on settling-into early middle-age, improving our home and planning for additions to the family.
..Speaking of which, check out Baby Atkinson -- due in June.
In August I was too bored to blog. Through November til now, I've been simply too busy. It doesn't help that the Wi-Fi connection to the Mac at home is severly dodgy and I really don't want to schlep my notebook home every evening..
Last weekend I hit to big four-o and celebrated with a host of dear friends, family and pooches. Again, go to my pal Norfolk Dumpling for more on this happy event..
Anyway, the year is winding down and the city's emptying. The comute is nearly bearable …nearly.
2006 was a rollercoaster. We moved house. We activated two flat sales. We got married and I changed jobs.
So what of 2007? More balance and time with those that matter. Less drama and fewer financial shenanigans. Over the next 12 months I'll mostly be focusing on settling-into early middle-age, improving our home and planning for additions to the family.
..Speaking of which, check out Baby Atkinson -- due in June.
