29 April 2012
I'm sure if my head wasn't screwed on I'd forget one
day! or maybe is just my age creeping up
on me ;-))) Whatever, I keep forgetting
things, nothing important of course but things I should by now know that I
should be doing and don't. It's like
today's funny. I found it on a website
yesterday and copied over to here on the Word doc where I keep all the News
items. At the same time I thought of a
couple of ideas for inclusion in today's post.
I didn't make a note of them and now I can't think what they are. Not only that I also forgot to make a note of
the URL for the website where I got the joke.
Ah well ... ... ...
Every Sunday we have the Sunday
Express delivered here. The reason I
decided to have sent was because there's column in it by Stuart Winter, the
papers environment editor. The column is
called Birdman. I got to like his
writing when I bought a copy of his Tales
of a Tabloid Twitcher, where he explains how he fits his birding in with
his career. It's a good read and well worth
going for if haven't already read it.
Anyway, that's the plug out the way for today ... in today's piece he
speaks of his new waterproof jacket and how good it is. OK, fine, no problems with that. This jacket has 13 pockets would you
believe? There's a photo of a guy (not
Winter), wearing one. I showed the pic
to Jan and said it was bad for £150 - hahaha.
Jan's reaction was that the jacket looked so tight on the man he would
be able to get anything in all those pockets.
Good point love, good point.
Yesterday I did go out for half an hour. We were hoping to get out do some more
snapping but it was too bloody cold! I
went because I wanted to go to t Waterstones to buy a new dic'n'arry and I
wanted to have a look at them first. I
bought one at £8.99. I also noticed a
paperback book called Dead Like You
by Peter James. I'd just that morning
read an article about James in the current issue of Writing Magazine. So I also
bought that book too. And it's not a bad
story so far. It's an easy read too with
short chapters while mine can be long, sometimes over 3000 words. Methinks I might need rethink that a wee bit. Do you remember me saying I bought three
books there not so long ago and was surprised that they were hardbacks? Well, I've finished The Unlikely Pilgrimage and I'm half way through The English Monster. Both are good reads and well worth the dosh
for them, but I like The English Monster
most though. It moves between the 19th
century investigation of a couple of murders of two whole families and the
16/17/18th centuries following the exploits of one man. And that's all I'll say in case I spoil it
for you. Worth buying though folks.
My own writing is at a stop right now. My latest effort is currently being proof read
so sometime today I will start a new one.
But this time I am going back to my OU days and hand writing it
first. Just to stretch your memories
again, do you remember me buying one of those pens that records your writing
and uploads it to the 'puter? Well, I'm
going to make an effort to learn how to use the software that came with it. The basis of the story is a photographer who
turns to murder and snaps his victims - that's all your getting for now.
And talking of photos ...
This one is from a trip to
Cambridge. I got this one on Jesus Green.
And here's the funny at last ...
Murphy, O’Shea & Mulligan go for a job on a building
site, but have been told beforehand that the foreman dislikes the Irish. Murphy suggests to the other two that they
give English sounding names. O’Shea goes in first to his interview, the foreman
asks him his name, O'Shea looks out of the window & sees a book shop
"My name is W H Smith"
"get out" shouts the foreman.
Mulligan goes in he gets the same question he looks out of the window and sees a shoe shop, "my name is Freeman Hardy Willis"
"get out" shouts the foreman.
Murphy is last in, an exasperated foreman asks what’s your name? Murphy has a good look out of window and replies "Ken"
"thank goodness for that" says the foreman, "Ken who?"
"Tucky Fried Chicken" says Murphy.
"My name is W H Smith"
"get out" shouts the foreman.
Mulligan goes in he gets the same question he looks out of the window and sees a shoe shop, "my name is Freeman Hardy Willis"
"get out" shouts the foreman.
Murphy is last in, an exasperated foreman asks what’s your name? Murphy has a good look out of window and replies "Ken"
"thank goodness for that" says the foreman, "Ken who?"
"Tucky Fried Chicken" says Murphy.
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