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What you been doing for the last two hours? (pt4)

avoiding housework. so far in 3 hours i have put 3 items of clothing away and thought about taking the bins out. feel like crap, might go back to bed :(
 
let the plasterer in, trying to find a presentation to edit, wondering what the hell the cats have been on today :eek: and about to think about getting clean
 
Drowning under a sea of paper that keeps pouring through the letterbox. I just don't know what to do with it. You can't recycle envelopes, and you can't put personal stuff in the recycle bag or the bin. If you shred it, it blows up the street on recycling day, and finishes up draped in the trees, and we're not having fires now it's spring. What are you supposed to do? :(
 
gave in and did the housework- 4 loads of laundry, vacumed the whole house , changed the beds, and got the last of the washing up soaking while i have a bit of a rest :D
 
I was preparing dinner - chopping everything up ready for when I needed to start cooking, but in a foolish garlic crushing incident, I just managed to chop a great big flapping V out of my right index finger, so for the last half an hour I have been stemming the flow of blood and weeping slightly.... :( :D
 
nothing... woke up with a hangover, drunk coffee, internets, smoking...

in a bit i'll go return some movies and then take a walk along lake michigan
 
I've been doing a load of picture research for a powerpoint for a GCSE English lesson for my school. Their teacher asked if I'd like to do a lesson and I jumped at the chance. It's for one of the poems that is likely to come up in their GCSE exam in a few weeks. I work with the lower ability pupils and the poem has lots of references to things like peat cutting that the children have no experience or knowledge of (why would they? None of them have been crofters in the Hebrides in the 1930s). I found loads of excellent stuff on the National Library of Scotland website.
 
So, I've been cleaning all day and then I remember it's Mothering Sunday tomorrow and I have nothing for my mum (I'm also out of wine but that has nothing to do with it. Nothing) I come home, unload the shopping, pick the washing in off the line and think, 'Oh, wouldn't it be nice to have a lovely big glass of wine in the garden, in the sun.' So, I pour myself a lovely big glass of wine and head out to the garden to sit in the sun.


WHAT FUCKING SUN???!!!

For the first time in this exceptionally sunny and totally blue-sky week it's foggy as fuck. No sun, nada, zilch, zero sun, it's as if the sun has never been. But I'm here anyway, shawl on, shivering, throwing the v's at the fickle cornish weather. I'm on my second glass of wine, Nitin Sawhney blaring out from the kitchen window and the kids have put daffodils in my hair and are now practicing their knife-throwing skills.


FUCK YOU, FOG AND THE BREEEZE YOU BLEW IN ON!!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
 
So, I've been cleaning all day and then I remember it's Mothering Sunday tomorrow and I have nothing for my mum (I'm also out of wine but that has nothing to do with it. Nothing) I come home, unload the shopping, pick the washing in off the line and think, 'Oh, wouldn't it be nice to have a lovely big glass of wine in the garden, in the sun.' So, I pour myself a lovely big glass of wine and head out to the garden to sit in the sun.


WHAT FUCKING SUN???!!!

For the first time in this exceptionally sunny and totally blue-sky week it's foggy as fuck. No sun, nada, zilch, zero sun, it's as if the sun has never been. But I'm here anyway, shawl on, shivering, throwing the v's at the fickle cornish weather. I'm on my second glass of wine, Nitin Sawhney blaring out from the kitchen window and the kids have put daffodils in my hair and are now practicing their knife-throwing skills.


FUCK YOU, FOG AND THE BREEEZE YOU BLEW IN ON!!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

Christ, Madz, you like living dangerously:D

I have been writing chapter two of my novel. I have realised I started the story in the wrong place so will have to dump chapters one and two now that they are complete. Time well-spent I feel.
 
Just sat down to lunch .. fresh pasta and a cheese omelette - my best yet so far. Last week's cooking has been a study in the art of the cheese omelette :)

I am also in the middle of a job application :eek: :)
 
^ THANK FUCK ;) :D

i've been mincing around pretending to tidy up. discovered a mouldy cup :(
and cursing The Man(s). aye.

and not fucking getting done what i need to.
 
Took the dog for it's walk and discovered that there is a really nasty north wind. I was going to start up the fires outside for the maple syrup, but decided to be a wooze, claim old-lady status and wait for the kids to get up. They can do it.

Spent some time relecting on the news that a friend died from his cancers. I wondered how his bride is doing - they got married on Valentines Day.
 
Been watching stand up.

Al Murray is proper annoying, I know he is doing a parody of bigot views a la Alf Garnett but it still riles me. Like Alf I suspect there are a great many people laughing along while entirely agreeing with the 'parody'.
 
Been watching stand up.

Al Murray is proper annoying, I know he is doing a parody of bigot views a la Alf Garnett but it still riles me. Like Alf I suspect there are a great many people laughing along while entirely agreeing with the 'parody'.
I'm fairly certain I saw Al Murray doing his barman thing a long time ago at the Comedy Newcomers Awards or something. I think it was somewhere in Hackney. All I really rememebr about the night was that a black woman who just made jokes about being fat won ( I had a vague feeling that it was Gina de Wotsit but now I'm not so sure)and I had a massive row with Arthur Smith and tore him a new arsehole :oops: I had a go at Stephen Frost as well :D I remember thinking the barman thing was quite funny but it was fucking years ago. I don't think he's anywhere near as ironic as Alf Garnett.
 
I'm fairly certain I saw Al Murray doing his barman thing a long time ago at the Comedy Newcomers Awards or something. I think it was somewhere in Hackney. All I really rememebr about the night was that a black woman who just made jokes about being fat won ( I had a vague feeling that it was Gina de Wotsit but now I'm not so sure)and I had a massive row with Arthur Smith and tore him a new arsehole :oops: I had a go at Stephen Frost as well :D I remember thinking the barman thing was quite funny but it was fucking years ago. I don't think he's anywhere near as ironic as Alf Garnett.

That's what does me about him. Rolls out 'wine for the ladies, dun't we hate the French, good old england hurr hurr hurr'

You are just doing Jim Davidson and and making it out to be all ironic and nudge-wink I'm secretly sending up the bigots.

No you aint. You are pandering to that crowd while pretending to mock them through your oh-so-unsophisticated 'parody'
 
That's what does me about him. Rolls out 'wine for the ladies, dun't we hate the French, good old england hurr hurr hurr'

You are just doing Jim Davidson and and making it out to be all ironic and nudge-wink I'm secretly sending up the bigots.

No you aint. You are pandering to that crowd while pretending to mock them through your oh-so-unsophisticated 'parody'
Yeah, it just seems lazy tbh. I don't think there's any thought in it and certainly no 'political message'. You don't get the feeling that he's putting one over on anyone the way Warren Mitchell was.
 
washing mouldy cups.
ranting about boys
trying to design an emotionally intelligent vibrator

thinking that the pub might work, and wondering if i've got a quid tucked away anywhere... (pls note this entire sentence is unrelated to the previous one)
 
Yeah, it just seems lazy tbh. I don't think there's any thought in it and certainly no 'political message'. You don't get the feeling that he's putting one over on anyone the way Warren Mitchell was.

Alf was great for that. His closest foreign equivalent I can think of is the main guy from the popular Iranian comedy ' My Uncle Napoleon', whose anti-english sentiment and paranoia is richly mocked. And it worked, cause both 'my uncle Napoleon' and alf garnett aired in a time where you could laugh into your sleeve at such relics. Al Murray does not exist in such a time and his lazy 'mock the bigots by playing an exaggerated one' schtick does not work imo.
 
waiting for the AA, near Walthamstow municipal dump, and bursting for the loo, luckily they came and towed me home, just in time :eek:
 
Not a lot as have a few days off work, past 2 hours been reading Urban, eating, listening to radio and planning a holiday.
 
having my hips and knees REALLY hurt.
drinking tea
arranging a come-round-watch-a-film date with a good man friend :) (not one of the muppety ones).
 
I have been emailing masterdarkones school about their crap communication- I just found a detention slip on mdk1's desk saying he had a detention for not doing his homework:rolleyes: a bit dumb if they do not inform me of this....

I have been tidying away my clothes,washing up,washing my bras and I just had to tidy the boys desk-he is gonna be mad at me....
 
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