Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[Woodsey]

This is a great peace of footage...

Meh, fucking useless lioness, can't even feed her kids 

[tikay]

Fantastic, though I had to turn the frigging sound off, why does everything have to be accompanied by bloody music?

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Fantastic, though I had to turn the frigging sound off, why does everything have to be accompanied by bloody music?

You're just trying to get me at it aren't you?

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Is it a bank holiday today?

[typhoon13]

Is it a bank holiday today?

Everyday is a Bank Holiday for a man of your stature and social standing.

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Is it a bank holiday today?

Everyday is a Bank Holiday for a man of your stature and social standing.

Every day is a bonus Trev. I wish I could stand on a street corner and collect the ones that passers by were wishing away

[sovietsong]

Sometimes, really surreal things happen to me.

When I was on my way to Luton on Sunday, I got caught up in a traffic jam on the M1, just before junction 15. The radio said that the motorway was closed in both directions. It was obvious we were in for a long wait.

After half an hour or so, people started getting out of their cars and strolling around, shrugging their shoulders and commiserating with one another, as you do.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and it wasn't long before a bloke with a camper van produced a folding table and chairs, then he and his wife settled down with a cup of tea and a book each. Several other people spread rugs and blankets out on the grass verge, impromptu picnics sprang up all over the place. It was like being at the sea-side.

The car nearest me on the left was a new BMW. Inside was a young black man and his girlfriend. They got out and he fished around in the boot, emerging with a tartan rug which he spread on the grass.

They were a striking couple, him in dark slacks and a crisp white shirt, her in a simple but stunning burnt orange cocktail dress. They saw me watching and he held a can of Coke out as an invitation. I readily accepted.

We sat down together, and the girl reminded me of a foal as she lowered herself onto the rug, carefully folding legs that seemed too long for her body beneath her.

They chatted easily. He was a systems analyst and she was a primary school teacher. As we talked, she shifted position occasionally, unaware that she was inadvertently exposing areas beyond the hemline. 

She was achingly beautiful, but totally innocent. For a long moment, I was torn between voyeurism and chivalry. With a huge effort of will, I managed to make myself move to a position where her modesty would no longer be compromised.

Sigh....

I just hope that kinboshi has got it all wrong, that there is a God after all, and that I get my reward in Heaven.

I thought you always had your camera with you...

[Laxie]

Genuinely lovely post Tom.  x

[pokerfan]

Have you seen this one ? (comedy music inc)

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Lol, He's goint to regret that one of these days.


It reminds me of this Limerick.



There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger;
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside,
And the smile on the face of the tiger.

[Nakor]

Apparently this is a Youtube "classic" was described to me as "Epic", - don't know about that but it is very funny on first view.
Apologies if it has been posted here before.

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I loved it. Especially the "Morning after" shots.

[tikay]

Have you seen this one ? (comedy music inc)

When that You Tube vid ends, a menu of "related" Videos is shown at the bottom of the screen, including "Tiger attacks python".

It's about as scary as anything I've ever seen. The tiger gets trapped by the deadly python, somehow escapes it's deadly crushing embrace, but is a bit dumb, & atttacks it again, & gets trapped again.

Incredible viewing, & it scared the life out of me.

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The B&W reel? Wow! Amazing stuff.

How is your cat btw?

[tikay]

The B&W reel? Wow! Amazing stuff.

How is your cat btw?

It deffo was amazing. Every time the tiger escaped, I'm thinking "phew, lucky tiger, now, RUN AWAY". But he kept returning for another go, & eventually it looked like it was all over....

Angell is fine. He seems to be getting a bit quirky, a bit funny in the head. He "plays" by wrapping his legs round my arm or leg, his claws are razor sharp & draw blood, & then he bites, & his teeth are like needles, so I get scratches galore. Slighgtly scary, the aggression he does it with. He's only playing, but he plays hard. You can't train a cat, or get it to behave, they just seem to do what they want.

I went home one night last week, at about 1am, & he was round the corner, recognized the car, & chased me up the street howling. He waited at the car door, followed me to the door, waiting whilst I unlocked it (pointedly refusing to use the cat-flap, though he uses it non-stop wehen I'm not there), & then followed me upstairs, still howling (translated into "feed me"), I gave him his cat milk, his biscuits, & his pouches, which he scoffed down. He's VERY well built, not fat, but he is being fed daily, & he is a "good doer".

As soon as he'd golloped down his food & milk, he threw the lot up, as per usual, then came & attacked me, then promptly went out & sat in the garden.

He exercises my mind endlessly. He does not need or want affection, & he costs me a few bob in Cat-Lady fees, (I had to sack the last one, got a new one now, £10 per visit), & when the Cat-Lady is on holiday or whatever, I make a 6 hour round trip to feed him. Does not make much sense really, but I can't seem to bring myself to do anything about it. 

I don't love him like we would love a dog, but I am rather fond of him. To "lose" him would not be a disaster, (I have many FAR worse problems on my problem plate right now), not one bit, but there's a sort of moral obligation it seems to me, not to just "get rid" of him because he's become inconvenient to my present lifestyle & life arrangements.

Major dither ongoing.

A far bigger & more pressing dither presented itself to me a few days ago, a really horrible one. I'm gonna ring you today & see how you'd solve it. It's a bloody nightmare. My hands are red raw from nettle-grasping, & yet none of the nettles are in my garden. I have no idea how these things always seem to land at my door.