25 January
2013
Jan is well
on her way now having left the hotel at 8.15 in heavy rain. The snow is due here around 4pm so hopefully
she will beat it and be in home in plenty of time.
A parking
petition has been set up to fight against plans to start charging for parking
outside the various leisure centre in the town.
Some have called at 'a tax on fitness'.
The plan is that you free parking for the first two hours and then pay £2.80
thereafter. I can see why there's a
fight against this; after all, it's just a cash raising scheme and nothing
more. But hang a minute - When I was
using the centre at Nuffield Health I wasn't there for much over two hours, if
I was there that long. Two hours seem to
be enough time to me unless the person is a pro-sports person.
Our Muppet
Person is upset by a traffic junction on the edge of town. It's the junction of the A5 and the A47. I don't know what the fuss about. The traffic lanes are clearly marked and the
lights are working properly. It is
however a busy junction, especially at rush hour. If there is a problem it's not with the
junction but how drivers go through it.
It's the same all over the country though; impatient drivers racing to
beat the lights. Cameras on all
junctions where there are traffic lights would help I'm sure. It might even
mean that they won't be any need to raise cash by charging for parking at
leisure centres.
Last night I
had an email come while I was sat in the Felix Holt waiting for my curry. The email was from the RSPCA alerting us to
be aware about attempts being made to stop the RSPCA from investigating and
taking our prosecutions against those accused of animal cruelty. The Muppet Person leading this fight is the one
who also lead the fight against the hunting with dogs laws and follows on hard
after a hunt was found guilty of being in contravention of those laws. If the RSPCA doesn't do the investigation and
take action then nobody would; even more so seeing as funding for the wildlife
protection officers within the police is being cut or withdrawn. An email will be winging its way to our
Muppet Person soon.
Tomorrow is
set to be nice sunny day. I hope so,
then Jan and I can get out for a few hours together and I can at last given the
a77 a good try out. Our happy worker was
hoping to work here tomorrow but I scotched that pretty quickly. I'm not being a meany there, Jan and I want
to go out together and we can't do that and leave someone from outside the
family in here. I'm sure he wouldn't
touch anything but I don't anything the contents insurance would pay out if he
did. Besides. as with most homes there
items in here we don't want others knowing about; things like bank statements
and so on, some of Jan jewellery, our various medications and so on.
Today's
photo then is of the curry I had last night ...
and I have to say it was very
nice indeed. The pint of Tank ale I had
was first class too. I even had a pudding
last night for the first time in ages, apple, pear and raspberry crumble with
custard, also very nice.
And now for
a funny ...
The power of
Alcohol
A man is waiting for his wife to give birth. The doctor comes in and informs
the dad that his son was born without torso, arms or legs. The son is just a
head! But the dad loves his son and raises him as well as he can, with love and
compassion.
After 18 years, the son is now old enough for his first drink. Dad takes him to the bar, tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol.
Swoooosh! Plop!! A torso pops out! The bar is dead silent; then bursts into whoops of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant 'Take another drink!'
The bartender continues to shake his head in dismay. Swoooosh! Plip! Plop!! Two arms pop out.
The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant, 'Take another drink! Take another drink!!' The bartender ignores the whole affair and goes back to polishing glasses, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed by the amazing scenes.
By now the boy is getting tipsy, but with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Plop! Plip!! Two legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.
The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left then staggers to the right through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly The bar falls silent.
The father moans in grief. The bartender sighs and says ...
he should have quit while he was a head
After 18 years, the son is now old enough for his first drink. Dad takes him to the bar, tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol.
Swoooosh! Plop!! A torso pops out! The bar is dead silent; then bursts into whoops of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant 'Take another drink!'
The bartender continues to shake his head in dismay. Swoooosh! Plip! Plop!! Two arms pop out.
The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant, 'Take another drink! Take another drink!!' The bartender ignores the whole affair and goes back to polishing glasses, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed by the amazing scenes.
By now the boy is getting tipsy, but with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Plop! Plip!! Two legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.
The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left then staggers to the right through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly The bar falls silent.
The father moans in grief. The bartender sighs and says ...
he should have quit while he was a head
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