September 24, 2007
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1. I met this bloke with a didgeridoo and he was playing Dancing Queen on it. I thought I thought- "That's Aboriginal"

2. I told my girlfriend that I had got a job in a Bowling Alley. She said "Tenpin". I said "No-permanent"

3. I went to a pet shop and asked "Can I buy a goldfish?" The guy said "Do you want an aquarium?" I said "I don't care what star sign it is"

4. I was at a garden centre and I asked for something herby. They gave me a Volkswagon with no driver.

5. I bought some Armageddon cheese the other day. It said on the packet "Best before end".

6. I went into Currys the other day and asked "Can someone sell me a kettle?" The bloke said "Kenwood". I said "Where is he then?"

7. My mate is in love with two school-bags. He's bi-satchel.

8. I met the bloke who invented crosswords today. I can't remember his name, it's P something T something R.

9. The recruitment consultant asked me "What do you think of voluntary work?" I said "I would'nt do it if you paid me".

10. I told my mum that I had just opened a theatre. She said "Are you having me on?" I said "Well I'll give you an audition but I'm not promising anything".

11. This cowboy walks into a German car showroom and says "Audi"

12.I fancied a game of darts with my mate. He said "Nearest the bull goes first". He went "Baah", I went "Moo". He said "You're nearest, you start".

13. I bought a train ticket to France the other day and the ticket seller said "Eurostar?" I said "Well I've been on telly once but I'm no Frank Sinatra"

14. I phoned the local gym and asked if they could teach me how to do the splits. The guy said "How flexible are you?" I said "I can't make Tuesdays or Thursdays"

15. I went to the local video shop and asked the guy "Can I take out the Elephant Man?" He said "He's not your type". I said "Can I borrow Batman Forever". He said "No-you'll have to bring it back tomorrow".



I know I may be late, or even early, but here's a cake for Piggy to get his snout into.


Car models

Mostly women are used to model cars. Why? Mainly because men like cars and by placing a scantily clad, sexy woman on the bonnet leads the men to believe that they will be attractive to that sort of woman once he buys the car. All bullshit of course.

Never a good idea is for a bunch of guys from (Russia?) who think it will be a great idea to replicate car adverts with men instead of women.

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Bitches Burp

Oh yeah, women burping loud and proud. Tatas is capable of bursting ear-drums when she burps. I'm sure that Sniffy is the one in the hat and MJ is the one prior to "For some it wasn't so easy".

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Gummy bears

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Today is the day



September 19, 2007
On this day:

Can you guess what it is yet?

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Always open to new technological ideas, someone whether attached to the porn industry or not has set up PornoTube which is very similar to the now familiar YouTube. That's not surprising as porn or someone dealing with porn will always take on the newest technological advances.

However, a church, might be the evangelist movement, I don't know nor care which probably means I'll end up with thousands of the buggers coming here trying to save me, have now set up GodTube.

Does anyone else think that GodTube is not the best name they could have used or have I just been visiting MJ's blog too long and been corrupted?

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Hot pants

Do you recognise this person in the hot pants? Try without following the link.

Girls in hot pants


Stupid signs

A police service has been criticised for using blindingly obvious messages in its campaign posters.

"Don't Commit Crime" is stated on one of Hertfordshire Constabulary's posters - "All fuel must be paid for" has been added on posters at petrol stations.

Language watchdogs the Plain English Campaign said the notices were funny, but an insult to people's intelligence.

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If you like bloody obvious or stupid signs, take a look at these stupid signs over at Goose's

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September 13, 2007
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Word to your ...

I thought that was IVD but there's no stripes.

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Condom Fashion

Now MJ and IVD can do something with the thousands of condoms they go through a year ... make clothes with them

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Ninja warrior obstacle course

Amazing video of a Ninja warrior obstacle course, sort of like Takeshi's castle but a damn sight more serious.



It was mealtime during a flight on a British Airways plane: "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked the man seated in the front row. "What are my choices?" the man asked. "Yes or no," she replied.

A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without blinking an eyelid she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub."

A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at a branch of Sainsbury's store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a passing assistant, "Do these turkeys get any bigger?" The assistant replied, "I'm afraid not, they're dead."

The policeman got out of his car and the boy racer he stopped for speeding, rolled down his window. "I've been waiting for you all day," the bobby said. The kid replied, "Yes, well I got here as fast as I could." When the policeman finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. Yea I’ll bet.

A lorry driver was driving along on a country road. A sign came up that read "Low Bridge Ahead." Before he realised it, the bridge was directly ahead and he got stuck under it. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The policeman got out of his car and walked to the lorry's cab and said to the driver, "Got stuck, eh?" The lorry driver said, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of petrol!"

A teacher at a college reminded her pupils of tomorrow's final exam. "Now listen to me, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!" A smart-arsed chappie at the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would happen if I came in tomorrow suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" The entire class was reduced to laughter and sniggering. When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, "Well, I suppose you'd have to write the exam with your other hand


September 10, 2007
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7 Massive Holes

Nope, can't see IVD's man hole in this list of seven massive holes

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Lost in translation

Seems this Shanghai Gynecology Hospital needs to revisit it's translators.

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Racial rant?

Immigration this, people leaving that, is all we seem to hear about these days

Now I am lucky enough to work both in an office with IT and on a site labouring so get to see the depth of work currently being carried out within the UK as a whole.

Poland, is a nice enough place if you like rocks, and various animal testicles in your soup, but not so good if you like home comforts and alittle wonga in your wallet.
So when they where offered to join the EU it was no real surprise that a few chaps decided to pop over in sight of the ‘English Dream’ (doing sweet FA, and claiming income)

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September 06, 2007
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So MJ wants to spank Geo's arse because it seems as though he's deleted his blog. But it looks like Geo's been busy spanking Maidy's pussy.

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What do you do

when you're plane won't work? Sacrifice goats to Akash Bhairab, the Hindu god of sky protection of course.

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I bet MJ is like this in the morning.

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This is Charley

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September 05, 2007
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Out and about

Seems MJ has been out and about.

More street installations

She was later caught trying to park.

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Smunty goes to hell

One day Smunty dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil...

Satan: "Why so glum?"

Smunty: "What do you think? I'm in hell!"

Satan: "Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinking man?"

Smunty: "Sure, I love to drink."

Smunty: "Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays, that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, Tab, and Fresca. We drink 'til we throw up, and then we drink some more! And you don't have to worry about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway."

Smunty: "Gee that sounds great!"

Satan: "You a smoker?"

Smunty: "You better believe it"

Satan: "All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world, and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie, you're already dead, remember?"

Smunty: "Wow...that's awesome!"

Satan: "I bet you like to gamble."

Smunty: "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do."

Satan: "Good, 'cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, blackjack, roulette, poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, it doesn't matter, you're dead anyhow."

Smunty: "Cool!"

Satan: " What about drugs?"

Smunty: "Are you kidding? I Love drugs! You don't mean...?"

Satan: "That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want. You're dead so who cares."

Smunty: "Wow! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!"

Satan: "You gay?"

Smunty: "No..."

Satan: "Oooo, Fridays are gonna be tough..."

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September 04, 2007
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Rugby World Cup


*List of Rules (Read and print them)*

1. From 7 Sept to 20 October 2007, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on regarding the Rugby World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.

2. During the Rugby World Cup, the television is mine, the VCR and DVD are all mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse at the remote control, you will lose it (your eye).

3. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don't mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I won't have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the Rugby World Cup month.

4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor .... it won't happen.

5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12pm and 3pm, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.

6. Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it's only a game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about rugby than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.

7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying "one" game, hence do not use the Rugby World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time together".

8. The replays of the tries are very important I don't care if I have seen them or I haven't seen them, I want to see them again. Many times, and record them.

9. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:
a) I will not go,
b) I will not go, and
c) I will not go.

10. But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.

11. The daily RWC highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying "but you have already seen this ... why don't you change the channel to something we can all watch??", the reply will be: "Refer to Rule #2 of this list".

12.And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank goodness the Rugby World Cup is only every 4 years". I am immune to these words because after this comes the 2011 RWC etc.

13. Do not complain that my new beard is "scratchy" or makes me "look like a caveman". Showing my support for my team by growing a beard is more important to me than our relationship. If you don't love your country as much as me, then that makes me sad, and you should leave. Quietly and during the ads if possible.

Thank you for your cooperation.


Men of the World Cup


September 03, 2007
On this day:

What I did on my Bank Holiday (week)

This post will explain this previous post.

As it was the summer holidays for the sprogs, Tatas and I decided to get rid of them at relatives and I would take a week off starting at the August Bank Holiday. Son went to my mother's and daughter went to Tatas' sister's. We were meant to drop son off at my mum's the weekend previous but because of the hand injury I couldn't drive, Tatas still has trouble driving long distances without pain, and so my mum came down and collected son instead. Once my brother had found out that I would be going up on the Bank Holiday weekend he mentioned that the British Superbike round was at Cadwell Park and so tickets were booked.

Son doing Febreeze impression

Son doing Febreeze advert

I came home from work on Friday and daughter had already gone to Tatas' sister's so Tatas and I enjoyed ourselves as you can only do without kids. Yeah, you're right. We got smashed, watched porn and fucked like rabbits; screaming orgasms , monkey sex, the lot.

Saturday morning woke us up with clear and sunny skies; totally at odds with our previously fantastic weather ... for fish. We got our stuff sorted and headed round the world's biggest car park (the M25) where Tatas managed to grab this picture of a steam engine being transported.

Steam engine

Steam engine

You may not think that it's a particularly good picture, but we were travelling faster than the lorry, in the outside lane and it was taken on a phone with a camera delay between pressing the button and the picture being taken. So fuck off.

Having passed some time on the M25 we turned up the A1 where we managed to get stuck in a queue of traffic at a roundabout. As we pulled off the roundabout I looked at the speedo and noticed that the temperature gauge was above normal. In fact the temperature gauge continued to climb quickly and then shot right off the maximum and continued going. Shit!

Unfortunately the section of A1 that we were on, approaching Huntingdon, has no turn offs, or I'd missed them, so I had to nurse the car to a garage just off the A1 on a roundabout. As I stopped the car a cloud of steam erupted from the bonnet. Oh dear.

One call to the nice people at RAC and we settled down to wait for the breakdown rescue man to turn up. Did I mention that it was warm? By this time it was very warm .... and we were parked directly in the sunlight. As the car turned into an oven we decamped and sat in the minuscule shade provided by a fence.

The breakdown rescue man phoned to check our location as the postcode (zip code for you foreigners) we gave was listed as a grammar school and within 10 minutes he was with us. The RAC main desk phoned me to let us know that the rescue man would be with us just as he pulled up alongside the car. A brief discussion with the rescue man and it was decided that there was nothing he could do so we would have to be taken to our destination on the back of a recovery lorry.

An hour later, we'd now been at the garage for two hours, the recovery lorry turned up. Again, just as he pulled alongside, the RAC phoned to let me know that he would be with us briefly.

Five hours later, and after Tatas threw a fit because a bee was flying round her head in the cab, we were travelling along a single track country lane with the recovery lorry's SATNAV informing us that we had reached our destination. "Sorry to tell you mate", I informed the driver, "but we're at least two miles from our destination." After directing him for another ten minutes we arrived at my brothers and unloaded the car from the lorry.

A three hour journey had ended up taking the best part of seven hours.

After some piss taking from my brother and some dinner we left with my mum to her place to get some well deserved shut eye so that we could return in the morning.

Sunset from bro's house

The following day, Sunday, we piled into mum's car and travelled to Halfords at Grimsby. No time to walk round the docks, the car required fixing. Having bought new coolant, oil and oil filter we arrived at my brother's yet again to see if the car could be fixed. I poured in some water and coolant and we bled the system as best as possible. I then turned the engine over while my brother stood by the open coolant reservoir ready to put more water in as it emptied. Coolant and water erupted from the reservoir opening like Old Faithful. "I can tell you now that your engine is fucked as I did the same thing to my car a couple of months ago. Your cylinder block is cracked and it's pressurising the cooling system." informed my brother.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

By this time it was getting late and so we had dinner at my brother's then went back to mum's to kip for an early Monday morning start for the British Superbike round at Cadwell Park.

Cadwell Park is situated at the top of a hill in the middle of the Lincolnshire countryside with a crossroads about 200 yards from the entrance. On race day the police change the roads from two way to one way to improve traffic flow. It still takes ages to get in if you are in a car. We were in a car so we were taking some time to get to the track. Mum let us out on Corkwell Hill and Tatas, son and I walked up the hill to the main entrance. Bro and his tribe were to meet us at the main entrance at 8:30 as I had all of our tickets. He text me to let us know he would be arriving about 9:00 as his wife was late leaving work so we stood there and watched the bikes arriving; there were cars arriving too but who cares about them?

Cadwell Park Entrance

Son and me at main entrance

How it looked when we arrived

Bikes, bikes and more bikes

How it looked ten minutes later

9:30 comes, no sign of bro and his tribe. Phone rings.

Bro: "Where are you?"
Me: "Waiting for you at the main entrance. Where are you?"
Bro: "They redirected us round the back entrance so we can't get in the main entrance. Get yourselves in and come over the other side of the track."
Me having been there only once before and sat in the grandstand: "Which side? Opposite the Mountain?"
Bro: "No, walk round the other way. You should see us at the other entrance."
Me: "OK, see you in a bit."

So my tribe enter and start walking round the circuit. There a lot of bikes. All going the same way we are and so progress is slow. About 15 minutes later my phone rings again.

Bro: "Where are you now?"
Me - absolutely clueless: "Walking round the track still. It's a bit busy this side."
Bro: "Do you know where we are?"
Me: "No"
Bro: "Well I can see a big white thing. Might be a video screen."
Me: "I can see a grandstand, it's got lots of orange seats in it. Can you see it?"
Bro: "I can't see a fucking thing apart from this big white thing. Can you see the Suzuki inflatable."
Me - looking round and seeing it on the opposite side of the track to where we've walked. "Yes."
Bro: "Were opposite that with a big white thing in front of us."
Me: "?????????????"
Bro: "Can you see a Renegade flag and a (forgotten which type now) flag?"
Me: "There's fucking flags everywhere!"
Bro: "........."
Me - after scanning everywhere inside the track: "Oh I can see the Renegade flag now."
Bro: "Well we're standing at the entrance behind that."
Me: "Ok I'll make my way there."

Now as I was standing, the Renegade flag was on my left, the entrance I needed was on my right. Where my bro was standing, looking at the track, the flag was directly in front of him. I thought the entrance was to his right and thus directly to my left and behind the flag. Luckily as I walked past the entrance I was looking at the outside of the track perimeter and saw bro frantically waving so I sauntered up to him waving his tickets and said "You waiting for something?". He wasn't impressed.

We sat down and had a great day, bought T-shirts as although it was sunny there is a strong wind that can get up over the hill and so our shorts and T-shirts weren't really adequate for the job. Our lips were turning blue.

Toseland T-shirts

Toseland T-shirts
Currently leading the World Superbike Championship and English

Tatas doing Perry

Tatas doing her Perry impression.
"Hello Mrs Patterson!"

Bro likes Kiyo

Bro likes Kiyonari
Currently leading British Superbike Championship and Japanese

Daughter asleep

Daughter didn't go but still got a T-shirt

The racing was good.

We had two Spitfires from the local airfield fly over too.

Still had no idea at this point as to how the fuck we were going to get home.

Got back to mum's and she raised the point of how we were going to get home; old mum. So we discussed several options including getting a coach back (no way) and eventually settled on mum lending me the money to get a new car and her car, as she works all afternoon and most of the night, so that I could get around and find one. Text bro to let him know the situation. Text comes back that he's taking the next day off work to drive me around. Happy me as I can get around the local area but have no idea where to look for a car dealer.

Tuesday was spent up until around 1pm looking at various unsuitable cars until we pulled into a dealer with one promising car. I took it on a test drive with son while Tatas stayed in bro's car with bro. It was a good car to drive even though I said I'd never get front wheel drive or an automatic. Arrived back at the dealers and then took Tatas out in it. She drove part of the way back and liked it as she didn't have to change gears so wouldn't aggravate her back.

She also told me that bro had said that it was the best car we'd seen all day and that we wouldn't see another one as good so I'd be a fucking idiot not to buy it.

Thanks bro.

So we bought it.

New car

The new car

Unfortunately the car was registered as disabled for tax purposes and so it could only be re-registered at a DVLA tax office, not a post office but a post office can change the class to disabled WTF! The DVLA office was in Lincoln and it was too late to drive there before they shut so it'd have to wait until the following morning. Buggeration.

Fortunately it is a petrol engine so the petrol that we would have used in the old car could be siphoned out and put into the new car. So it was back to bro's to remove the fuel from the old car.

One chopped up length of hosepipe inserted into the fuel filler neck resulted in us discovering that the old car had an anti-siphoning valve. Shit, have to cut the fuel line and empty the tank that way. Except that the fuel wouldn't flow from the cut we'd made at the engine so the line was traced back to the fuel tank. Bro cut the fuel line and we got some fuel flowing into a fuel can.

The fuel stopped after about a half pint. Oh for fuck's sake!!!

Heads under the car for an examination resulted in discovering the fuel filter which was slowing the flow of petrol. Tracing behind found the line from tank to filter which was rather short. A few nuts loosened, on the car you dirty cunts, and the fuel was flowing well. Then slowed. What now?

Following the filler neck resulted in a discovery that the fuel tank went across the whole floor pan of the car and over the drive shaft so we'd only got the fuel out of one side. No problem, we jacked up the car until it was nearly on its side so that the fuel ran to the other side.

Discussion while putting petrol in my tank.
Me: "Bro, come and open this petrol cap. My hand's starting to hurt again and I don't want to fuck it up again."
Bro: "That's what you get for wanking too much."
Me - fed up with hearing the same thing: "How often do you wank by twisting your cock?"
Bro: "Depends how much pain I want."
Me: "And that is how often?"
Bro - muttering, we're good at muttering in our family: "Not that much really."
Me: "How often is not that often?"
Bro: "Never."
Me: "Exactly. Now shut the fuck up about it and open the fucking petrol cap."

We had got about two thirds of a tank in my car and half a tank in bro's car by 10pm when I had to leave to get back to mum's so I left bro with the last of the petrol dripping out of the tank. He managed to get another half can out of it over the space of an hour.

Got up bright and early Wednesday morning so that mum could run me into Lincoln to the DVLA office. Parking was £1 an hour and as we didn't know how long I'd be in the office we got two hours' parking. Went into the office and virtually sat straight down.

Me: "Hello, I've bought this car and I need to change the taxation class."
Jobsworth: "You haven't got your insurance documents."
Me: "Yes, if you look at my address, that one there, you will see that I am quite far from home and so my insurance documents will be arriving there."
Jobsworth: "Can't tax it without the insurance documents."
Me: "Yes but the insurance documents will be sent to my home address and my car broke down so I had to buy this car to get home and without getting home I won't be able to get my insurance documents."
Jobsworth: "Can't tax it without the insurance documents. Do you want me to get my supervisor?"
Me - gently simmering: "Yes."
Jobsworth's supervisor: "Hello sir. Unfortunately you cannot tax this car without insurance documents."
Me - thinking on my feet: "What's your fax number? I can get them faxed to you."
Jobsworth's supervisor: "We're not allowed to do that sir."
Me - getting annoyed: "Well how about if they e-mail scans of them to you?"
Jobsworth's supervisor: "We cannot accept e-mails or scans sir because of the amount of fraud we've encountered in the past sir."
Me - incredulous and very annoyed: "Well that's funny because I'm a computer programmer and I know for a fact that electronic transmissions such as emails are legally binding." (I know this because I wrote the system which was used to design and build the Bluewater shopping centre - mall for you foreigners)
Jobsworth's supervisor: "Sorry."
Me: "So if I can't get home to show you the insurance documents and you won't accept any valid form of proof how the hell am I supposed to get this car taxed so that I can get home and get the insurance documents to prove that I'm insured to get the car taxed?"
Jobsworth's supervisor: "I'm sorry sir but that's not my problem."
Me - after gathering all the paper work and storming out the office: "For fuck's sake you useless fucking bastards! What a fucking waste of time!"

All of this took 10 minutes but to get to Lincoln from my mum's it's roughly a 40 minute drive. The local post office from my mum's is a ten minute walk.

Me: "What time does the post arrive at your place?"
Mum: "About 7:30 but the latest is about 8:00."

One phone call to my insurance company and I get copies of my insurance documents sent to my mum's. Did I mention that we were expecting family Wednesday night? No? They had to be phoned and notified that we wouldn't be there but we should be there Thursday night. We were expecting to be home Tuesday night you see.

Thursday morning, up with the lark sat waiting for the post.

7:30 comes, no post. Eat breakfast.

8:00 comes, no post. Have cup of tea and a cigarette. I'd say fag but I know how you lot would twist it to the other meaning with a lot of nudge, nudge, wink, wink, eh, eh's.

8:30 no post.

9:00 no post. Tatas suggests the son, her and I get a bus and go somewhere. I suggest just lazing around as I'd pretty much not stopped.

9:30 no post. Another cuppa and ciggie.

10:00 joy of joys the post turns up.

By this time mum wouldn't have time to drop me off in Lincoln to get the car taxed so I decide that, as the car is technically still registered to the previous owner and is thus technically still classed as disabled tax and therefore technically it's not illegal to drive it untaxed, driving the car to Lincoln ourselves is ok so we leave. We arrive in Lincoln, get the car taxed and drive home in three hours.

Thursday night the family arrived and we had a great time. They're both from Wales so had left at the same time as us and, after stopping off for breakfast, arrived about an hour after we did. Dinner was cooked and the Welsh wife learned how to engrave glass under Tatas' tutelage.

Friday morning all of us got up and we all left for Tatas' mum's in Wiltshire to prepare for Tatas' brother-in-law's 50th surprise birthday party. The best bit about the journey? Tatas drove for the first time in 4 years!!!

Birthday food was prepared and the party was great. So great that Tatas' brother-in-law passed out. Silly, silly, silly. Everyone knows you don't pass out at parties.

Ten green bottles ...

hanging on a brother-in-law

and his head

Should've warned you that it was a long post.

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A man that can satisfy MJ, a man with the largest hand in the world


Top 10 ways to look like a toolbag

More of the top 10 ways to look like a toolbag

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