Saturday, 14 March 2009

Sunday, 1 March 2009

Celebrating another english defeat.....

After watching England lose last night yet again i/we (welsh) never cease to be surprised by the interpretation of Welsh glee by our friends from across the border. Apparently Eddie Butler is biased against England? So bloody what! and Brian Moore isn't biased in favour of England i suppose? the alleged attempted tackle on BOD by the English (New Zealand imported) centre comes to mind, fair attempt at a tackle says Mr Moore. "My Arse was it" says Mr Lewis. and while we are on the topic of bloody annoying commentators take that idiot John Invertwunt of the TV please, the sanctimonious idiot, he should be swiftly followed by Ian "licky licky brown nose" Robertson. And he's supposedly Scottish. Evidently he knows who pays his wages.....

I had formed a dislike off those 2 silly mares they have interviewing on BBC but yesterday one of them went some way to redeeming herself by winding that oaf Martin Johnson up something brilliant together with Borthwick. How they didn't punch her lights out god only knows, but the look on their faces at her questions was pure rugby heaven.

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Dedwydd

Sunday, 1 February 2009

The wife's trimmed bush

Pinch, Punch, 1st of the month

To celebrate the wife's forthcoming birthday we are off to the SpiceRoute down Cardiff Bay for Sunday lunch with the Tuckers and the McPlaces (who will soon have a new place allegedly). Mr Tucks is the high flying manager of low lying Clevedon Town AFC but since he has been in charge they went unbeaten for about a month (admittedly they didn't play due to the frozen pitches but thats just a technical detail) however they are now on beaten (whilst playing) run of 2 games, watch them zoom up the table. Especially when he adds his special ingredient to their training - Baileys & ice.

Mr Tucker, i might add, has on previous occasions been known to lead Imogen astray,
whilst i know she takes after her parents in some ways in others it must be down to others.......


Whilst i have never tried this, i found this quite amusing. where does the laughing gas come into it though? would he have taken it before placing the condom over his head or inflated the condom using it then stick his head in? why why why? it has kept me awake all night wondering why, did he laugh himself to death? did he find it funny not being able to breathe? did he paint his big toe pink? suck on an orange? tie a rope around his nether regions then jump of a chair with a durex over his gob laughing his cock off (literally) while singing "swing low sweet chariot". he had to be an english rugby fan...........

Sunday, 4 January 2009

Brownie Points

First argument of the New Year........had to happen sooner or later.

Question - what are "Brownie Points"
Answer - I know my version, however it seems that i'm not entitled to receive any, i believe they are my conjugal right (or so i was informed by the wise old sage Dennis
"the Menace" Jones). In many conversations with the wise man over the years frequently has the subject of "Brownie Points" been mentioned. The Earning of and the spending of.
Many years can be spent earning them but apparently they can be spent in a single minute.

Take today, I have this morning been trimming the wife's bush (in our garden i have the shed and the palm tree she "has" the rest), surely this must entitle
one to some reward, ie Brownie Points. to be used tonight when i want to watch the Darts Final.

Happy New Year