Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[Rod Paradise]

Also, what do you do with a pint of maggots once their racing career is over?

Answers on a postcard please....

And a little further from the box, get the camera ready & use them for bird feeding?

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No votes for sending them to a retirement cadaver for unwanted diptera larvae then?

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Today, the girls and I will mostly be watching colour clash dog videos.

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[Tal]

This one for me, when it comes to canine tearjerkers:

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This one for me, when it comes to canine tearjerkers:

Great shout.

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We have visitors.

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[EvilPie]

Is it a Gypsy by-law that you aren't allowed to untie your shoes?

Love the ones closest the door. Just like my Grandad used to wear 'em

Also I don't think I could resist doing some sneaky swaps with the blue and white pumps especially if they're different sizes..... Come on you know you want to......

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Is it a Gypsy by-law that you aren't allowed to untie your shoes?

There was chocolate cake on offer.

Love the ones closest the door. Just like my Grandad used to wear 'em

Lol. Mine.

Also I don't think I could resist doing some sneaky swaps with the blue and white pumps especially if they're different sizes..... Come on you know you want to......


 

[mulhuzz]

V&A blathering? Do tell....

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V&A blathering? Do tell....

See rough draft programme below. I will be taking the Holocaust exhibition which I, (along with many others) have been working on for the last couple of years.



Gypsy, Traveller and Roma History Month 2014

Sunday 1st June, 13-00-16:00 @ Victoria and Albert Museum
Join us for the launch of Gypsy, Pavee and Roma History Month at the V&A.
Enjoy a special performance which will celebrate the richness that Gypsy, Pavee and Roma
communities bring to the UK.

The event will include:

Through the Eyes of Children (remembering the
Holocaust) a display by the National Federation
of Gypsy Liaison Groups

Irish Dance by St Josephs Catholic Primary School

Poetry by Valdemar Kalinin

Talks on crafts: Blacksmithing by Jake Bowers;
and Floristry by Sherrie Smith

A display of Roma costume, crafts and dolls

Film and Poetry by Romany/Nigerian/Working Class
artist Ronke Osinowo

Music by Bridget McDonagh and Phien O’Phien

To Gypsy land by Delaine Le Bas and Barby Asante

Conversation with Martin Ward

Dream Makers presentation and book launch
by Eva Sajovic

Venue: The Lydia and Manfred Gorvy Lecture Theatre, V&A

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On Wednesday, I was driving through that interminable 50mph 'widening the motorway' section between junction 32 and 28 of the M1.

Well I say driving, actually I was stationary and had been for some time because, according to a digital sign, there had been 'an incident'.
To be honest, I don't have much faith in that sign. It usually advises me to 'Bin your litter, other people do'. Well if that's the best reason it can come up with for binning my litter it can GTFO. By that logic, it might as well advise me to 'Get rat arsed and throw up behind the sofa, other people do'.

Anyway, I digress. While I was parked on the M1, I happened to catch a cross-section view of the carriageway under construction and I was staggered to see how thick it was. The exposed section that I could see was composed of 6 layers of alternating asphalt and aggregate, each layer was at least 6in deep. (That's a yard thick in old money). Now multiply that yard thick by four lanes wide  Northbound an another four lanes wide Southbound, over a distance of say, 100 miles, and that adds up to an absolute shitload of stone. Millions of tones in fact. Where the devil does it all come from? There must be a bloody big hole in the ground somewhere.

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Today, I had to wait an hour for the car to be MOT'd. I didn't know it was due an MOT until I got the test paper out so that I could tax up and noticed it had expired 4 days ago.

BTW, after it was tested I drove into town and was walking to the post office when I noticed that Mrs Red had furnished me with last year's certificate of insurance, silly mare. Why does she keep last year's insurance certificate anyway? I had to drive home, get the current one, fins a parking spot, yada yada....

When I gave the insurance to the woman behind the counter she said "Oh I don't need to see that, I can tell it's insured when I scan your reminder....

Anyway, I digress.

While the car was being MOT'd I went into a cafe for some breakfast. There were three teenage girls behind the counter to take my order. I asked for a full English, some bread & butter and a cup of tea. They gave me the tea straight away, which I don't like because by the time the breakfast arrives it's either cold or I've drunk it.

So I sat drinking my tea and waiting for my breakfast. As I did so I watched the girls behind the counter, as you do. One girl in particular was continually stroking her hair and touching her face etc. At one point, she did that hooking a bit of gunk from the corner of her eye with a fingernail thing that girls do.

When my breakfast arrived I told the girls that I didn't have my bread and butter, and of course ole eye gunk fingers reached into a bread bag and took out two slices.

I told her I didn't want them and that I would like two fresh slices, after she had washed her hands. When she asked why I told her what I'd seen and she said, "You're wrong, I don't do that".

I asked to see the boss and a man in a chef's apron came out of the kitchen asking if he could help. I explained the problem and he immediately gave the girl a telling off. Then he did my bread and butter himself and apologized profusely as he passed it to me. I returned to my table and looked up just in time to see him cough into his hand, wipe it on the arse of his trousers and disappear back into the kitchen.

[sovietsong]

Love these stories

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Bullshit!


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-27643702

[kinboshi]

That story stinks.