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Post by everso on Nov 5, 2010 17:51:21 GMT
There's a big black man with a hook for a hand in my room. Argghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2010 18:08:16 GMT
i do not have a problem with the Candyman per se, im all for eqwual opportunities in the field of psychotic supernaturally summoned hook handed killers roaming my abode, its just the bees i carnt stand. why must he bring all the bees? i'm calling the rspca next time, enoughs enough. they'll do him for that.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 5, 2010 18:24:24 GMT
i do not have a problem with the Candyman per se, im all for eqwual opportunities in the field of psychotic supernaturally summoned hook handed killers roaming my abode, its just the bees i carnt stand. why must he bring all the bees? i'm calling the rspca next time, enoughs enough. they'll do him for that. Further to my mention of Ray Bradbury's work the other day, here's the rest of the Silver Locusts chapter that mentions the Bee Weapon. Enjoy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2010 18:42:59 GMT
thankyou Mr Weyland. i just read that.. interestin it was.. i LIKE bee's, as it appens. theyre not a weapon, theyre the essence of life itself... but then what is life without death? no need to turn bees into a gun though.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 5, 2010 18:49:43 GMT
thankyou Mr Weyland. i just read that.. interestin it was.. i LIKE bee's, as it appens. theyre not a weapon, theyre the essence of life itself... but then what is life without death? no need to turn bees into a gun though. Did I forget to tell you that the murderer and his wife are Martians? And so are the bees, presumably.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2010 19:45:36 GMT
okay, let em orff then, probly doesnt come under the RSPCA's jurisdiction anyway, bees from Mars..
when your tummy is all full up , does your bell button hole sort of go all bigger and wider- like a gaping mouth? mine does.... oddnessness...
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Post by revisedartlily on Nov 6, 2010 11:09:29 GMT
Since bees are not vegetables or minerals I guess they must be animals.
I would like to ride one, or failing that, for obvious reasons, a whole load of them flying in a raft formation carrying me in my chiffon trailing garments.
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Post by everso on Nov 7, 2010 14:56:17 GMT
We went food shopping yesterday to Sainsbury's and before we shopped we went upstairs where they have a cafe, which has only been open for about a year. It was a bit grubby and the tables weren't cleared very quickly, which made me very cross. If Sainsbury's goes to the expense of having a cafe why don't they employ enough people to keep it looking nice? The food was pretty rank too, but there were many fat people gobbling down mammoth-size dinners so they were obviously happy enough. Don't these people possess taste buds? Christ! Mr. E's omlette was more like a pancake. Surely if you're employed to cook omlettes you should be able to make one that doesn't resemble a pancake? Also, we had to wait almost half an hour after ordering, so obviously they must only have had minimal staff on and it was Saturday lunchtime too! I'm tempted to write an angry letter to Mr. Sainsbury, not that he'd probably give a toss. Also, I'm now waiting for Riot to tell me off for shopping on a Saturday when I have all week to do it.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 7, 2010 15:09:19 GMT
Also, we had to wait almost half an hour after ordering, so obviously they must only have had minimal staff on and it was Saturday lunchtime too! I'm tempted to write an angry letter to Mr. Sainsbury, not that he'd probably give a toss. You waited half an hour in a supermarket caff?! I'm frite quankly astonished! (Please tell me you ordered a meringue as well.) ~ Having said that, I highly recommend the Morrisons caff at the Speke shopping centre near Liverpool Airport. I nearly always go there after picking my son up, and we have the Big Breakfast (whatever time it happens to be), because that's what he wants when he's in this country. As soon as the chirpy Scouser staff realise we're Geordies, they start their chirpy Scouser craic, and I love the humour. Two great cities with but a single aim -- wet yourself laughing eating black puddin' and fried bread with all the trimmings.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 7, 2010 18:20:29 GMT
We went food shopping yesterday to Sainsbury's and before we shopped we went upstairs where they have a cafe, which has only been open for about a year. It was a bit grubby and the tables weren't cleared very quickly, which made me very cross. If Sainsbury's goes to the expense of having a cafe why don't they employ enough people to keep it looking nice? The food was pretty rank too, but there were many fat people gobbling down mammoth-size dinners so they were obviously happy enough. Don't these people possess taste buds? Christ! Mr. E's omlette was more like a pancake. Surely if you're employed to cook omlettes you should be able to make one that doesn't resemble a pancake? Also, we had to wait almost half an hour after ordering, so obviously they must only have had minimal staff on and it was Saturday lunchtime too! I'm tempted to write an angry letter to Mr. Sainsbury, not that he'd probably give a toss. Also, I'm now waiting for Riot to tell me off for shopping on a Saturday when I have all week to do it. Do! They are (as I understand) quite hot on stuff like that. They bought a Somerfield from the Co-op near me and everyone was slating the attitude of staff at the "old" store and hoping Sainsbury's would sort them out - and they do - they get taken off to a head office boot camp and if you don't accept the reading of the riot act you can go and work elsewhere. My Mum has mentioned a similar thing happening with a store they took over in Dumfries. Write a good condemning letter and hopefully someone will get a rocket. You'll probably get 6000 Nectar points. (I did and that was just pointing out the poor quality of some meat I bought!). Talking of boot camps - I think my local S'bury's have been sent away to one - I was looking for something that's moved last week (surprise surprise) and the assistant insisted on taking me there and was quite insistant in asking if there was anything else she could do to help! A few minutes later I witnessed another member of staff going through the same routine with an old couple - so someone at our store has obviously had a rocket up them too! Our latest Sainsburys opens on the 17th November. Just about four miles away from the other big Sainsburys and I'm in between the two! S'funny to think that our only one where I lived 30 years ago was seven miles away. with very little competition in between. Apparently at a recruitment open day 1800 people turned up for the 270 jobs on offer. Of course, not all them would have necessarily been unemployed, but it's a sign of the times nevertheless.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 7, 2010 18:25:56 GMT
I highly recommend the Morrisons caff at the Speke shopping centre near Liverpool Airport. I nearly always go there after picking my son up, and we have the Big Breakfast (whatever time it happens to be), because that's what he wants when he's in this country. As soon as the chirpy Scouser staff realise we're Geordies, they start their chirpy Scouser craic, and I love the humour. Two great cities with but a single aim -- wet yourself laughing eating black puddin' and fried bread with all the trimmings. Lucky. In our Morrisons, the smell of not too fresh fish wafting round the corner to the entrance puts you off before you've got anywhere near the café.
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Post by riotgrrl on Nov 7, 2010 18:59:16 GMT
Also, I'm now waiting for Riot to tell me off for shopping on a Saturday when I have all week to do it. Bloody retired people. And unemployed and on the sick people. Go on public transport and into shops while the rest of us are at work if you don't mind. Thank you. Make way for the workers.
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Post by everso on Nov 7, 2010 19:59:11 GMT
Also, I'm now waiting for Riot to tell me off for shopping on a Saturday when I have all week to do it. Bloody retired people. And unemployed and on the sick people. Go on public transport and into shops while the rest of us are at work if you don't mind. Thank you. Make way for the workers.
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Post by aubrey on Nov 7, 2010 20:14:52 GMT
The Candyman is also Danny Baker.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 7, 2010 20:58:51 GMT
Also, I'm now waiting for Riot to tell me off for shopping on a Saturday when I have all week to do it. Bloody retired people. And unemployed and on the sick people. Go on public transport and into shops while the rest of us are at work if you don't mind. Thank you. Make way for the workers. You mean you don't work for McTesco, Riot? Another illusion shattered.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2010 13:12:16 GMT
whilst lying in bed last night, trying to drop off, i realised that there were about 8 or 9 different thoughts going on in my head all at the same time.. i think it was the first time i had ever realised that we can think of loads of things simultaneously, so i tried to count the amount of things i was thinking about ( whilst simultaneously still thinking about them) and then once i'd counted them, tried to add a few more- like spinning plates- to see if there was a limit at which point they would all crash to the floor..it also dawned on me whilst i was thinking about all of this that any slight movement the body makes is originated in the brain also, so i had to includde every slight movement as a thought process also.. isnt the human brain a wonderful thing? took me bladdy ages to get to sleeep last night, mind..
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Post by Patrick on Nov 8, 2010 14:05:49 GMT
I do that. There doesn't seem to be a single part of my brain that isn't occupied - most of it by utterly useless things (probably). Best Beloved has the enviable ability (she says) of being able to have an empty mind. I think of mine as an old cobwebby attic stuffed to the rafters with old wooden packing cases all trying to make themselves known by shouting things out at once.
I long for the day when you can upload thoughts and memories to a usb stick and then tuck them away on your computer somewhere. How much joy to be able to get rid of the bad memories that you really don't want to remember?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2010 15:02:22 GMT
i like all thoughts that go through my brainbox, even the dubious ones, they must be there for a reason, probly so you can filter them out into the brain rubbish bin, or to remind yourself of right and wrong or somethink.. incidentally one of the thoughts going through my head last night was thinking of people i knew, and trying to decide which animal head they would look best with in replacement for their own actual head. i recommend this to everyone.
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Post by everso on Nov 8, 2010 16:52:43 GMT
O.K., what does everybody think about when they're lying in bed trying to get off to sleep? (Not the obvious, obviously. We don't wish to hear anything sexual)
I dream of winning the Lotto and how I would divide up my 10 million pounds (I've decided I really can't be doing with less than that) and where I could hold the Stub party so that everyone could attend.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 8, 2010 17:24:13 GMT
I dream of winning the Lotto and how I would divide up my 10 million pounds (I've decided I really can't be doing with less than that) and where I could hold the Stub party so that everyone could attend. Yes, I do that sometimes. And where I would have a house (apart from Tynemouth, Amsterdam, Sligo, Ystad, and Cordoba, obviously). When I've been writing software, which I now do for fun, it's a good time to run the program code in my head and think of better ways. That's when the clever tricks occur to me, which can be some of the great pleasure of recreational computing. But mostly at the moment I worry about how I'm ever going to get this place fit to sell and pack my stuff to move. It's like trying to run up Everest in dream quicksand. Usually goes away when I pick up a book I'm enjoying, which means that I have to have an unbroken stream of books I KNOW I'm going to enjoy within reach. Not as easy as it sounds.
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