w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

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"High on the roof, thin the blood,
Another one climbs on the waves tonight,
Comin' in, you're home."

R.E.M.: "Orange crush"
From the album: "In time"

An 11 and 3/4 hour hitch thwarted Number One Son's plans to move out on Saturday.

Honestly, I wouldn't pee on an estate agent if they were ablaze.

Every one I've ever dealt with - and over the years, there have been many - have been at best absolutely incompetent and at worst, near-crooked.

This isn't even my move and I've had to send two lots of the same papers to them and find two different contacts for them to speak to because "they couldn't get through to the first one" (despite the fact it was a direct line?).

Charlatans, all.

Labels: Rants

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"And I'm up on Inspiration Drive
If you could see what I've seen
Patchwork woman sunshine suits you fine
Perfect in an easy way
The world behind the worlds
I'm singing
"La-la-la-la-la-la"

Gary Jules: "Patchwork G"
From the album: "Trading snakeoil for wolftickets"

After what seems like weeks of unpublicity, it seems they've found it necessary to drag Mr Murat out of 'hiding' again?

Surely if there was some fire in among that smoke, it would have manifested by now?

Or are they just hoping to wear the bu99er down with their random visits, waiting for him to say "Oh, Ok, I'm bored with this now, slap on the cuffs and let's do it."

Labels: Rants

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"Well she understands, and let's the music run from her hands.
And makes her friends all feel so very grand."

Spirit: "She smiles"
From the album: "The family that plays together"

Day I - Scene I:
Master Bedroom, Mr.D. Towers.
Time: 8:30'ish
Rib-cracking nudge from Mrs.D.
"Wazzermarrer?"

"Get up - the hairdresser's coming at 9:15"

"'k, I'll get up then."

So I stumble to the bathroom for a SSS, feeling as if I've been partaying all night (whereas, in fact, I haven't imbibed alcohol for nearly a whole week, now) and by 9:10, am sat on top line, waiting to be shorn.

At 10:15, I'm still waiting.

"She's never this late?", muses Mrs.D.

"Hello, is that Mrs Hairdresser? Just wondered if you were on your way?"

"It's 11:15 this week?"

"Oh" mumbles Mrs.D, realising what she's done to me...

Day II - Scene I (see above)
Time: (see above)

Woof. Woof woof.

"Five across. Desolate. Seven letters."

"Wazzermarrer?"

"I'm doing the crossword, and I'm stuck."

Woof. Woof woof.

Woof. Woof woof.

"No-one round here's got a dog. Where's that fcukin' mutt barking from?"

Remembering yesterday's kick-start, Mrs.D. gets up to investigate.

Woof. Woof woof.

"There's a fat cocker spaniel baying at our Burmese in the garden."

So up I get, and manfully capture said cocker, who is soaking wet from the dew in the allotments behind us and, frankly, reeks of dog.

I ring the number on the wet, smelly collar.

"Hello, it's Mr.D. from Mr.D. Towers, are you missing a cocker spaniel?"

Woof. Woof woof.

"Lo. Wazzermarrer?"

"Your dog is in our kitchen, wolfing down our cats' grub (and reeking).

"'k, I'll get up then."

Woof. Woof woof.

'Kin good idea, matey. Asap would be good...

Labels: Rants

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"It's so easy I don't believe a word
Love junkies gone over to the edge
Been thinking if I could see you now
I'd make you say this exists or not at all
Would it be too much to ask if there's some one over there?
Who gets every joke and always in the same place
Only thing I can't face."

Longpigs: "Jesus Christ"
From the album: "Longpigs"

"Frustrage": The tipping point between being mildly exasperated about not being able to change or do something e.g. yank someone's child out of the shopping trolley, after its parents have declined to act on your information that it's actually very unhygienic to stand in it wearing street shoes (and no, I don't want you to remove the shoes, thankyou - I'd rather not have my fruit and veg in the closest of proximities to where its bare feet once stood) and (and here you may wish to pause for mental breath) the sheer, violence-inducing, 'red mist', fist-clenching fury caused by your inability to be involved in Bliar's replacement, thereby rendering this country in the (probable) despotic rule of an unelected caledonian tw@t who, given the massive amounts of money (and with his consent) spent over there, should be in living fear of a visit from the incredibly rapidly and recently-stabilised Iraqi security forces to remove said dictator from these shores and posted back over the wall to rejoin his countrymen in their lovely new parliament building.

(I do believe the above is a legal sentence?)

Enjoy your weekends, y'all.

Labels: Rants, Verbiage