Thursday, July 19, 2007

Annoying customers

Overheard in restaurant -
rather drunk diner at dessert ordering stage asking the waitress how on earth she lived under communism, sure it must have been terrible ( imagine some slurring going on here too ).
Waitress looking slightly embarrassed as patrons wife looked on waiting to hear the answer.
I didn't hear the answer as I could only hear the loud gentleman who was doing the asking.
It made me cringe. How must the waitress have felt?
I suppose it is much the same as being asked about growing up under terrorism and army on the streets here.
Bloody annoying then.

Friday, July 13, 2007

No fun and having to clear out the spare room.

Archery is off tonight and it is pissing with rain.

Too wet even to have fun with a home made target in the back garden.

I suppose I will just have to get off my ass and finish clearing up the boxes in the spare room like I promised Mrs M I would.


Still, I did find a lot of cassettes of music I'd written in the early 90s the other day.
I listened to a few last night as I made dinner.
All that creativity is channeled in different directions now.

There is a lot of crap to be thrown out too. We threw out a couple of bags of cassettes that we have on CD. No point keeping them.

I think I'll go get a beer and get to work.


"Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table At which he's fed.

Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes Are the rule.

Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat.

Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think.

Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries, then Tax his tears.

Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways To tax his ass

Tax all he has Then let him know That you won't be done Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers, Then tax him some more, Tax him till He's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in Which he's laid.

Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom..."

When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply The inheritance tax.

Shamelessly appropriated from George's place.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Spinal Tap

Live Earth.

I only wanted to see Spinal Tap and maybe check out the Police ( lacklustre) as I don't agree fully with the sentiment behind it nor do I like many of the performers. I thought it odd that someone like Radiohead wasn't aligning themselves with it, nor Coldplay. Two bands I do not listen to.
Madonna was the London main act and she has shares in some of the most polluting companies on the planet. Hypocrisy? No. Shameless self promotion, the only thing I think she is excellent at and has consistently proven so. Who cares what the cause is, everybody look at me!!!

My real rant is that Spinal Tap were to perform 3 songs and the goddamn BBC cut to Jonathan bloody Ross as they started their third and last song. This was the only thing I was waiting on, having a telly on in the living room and working in the kitchen. Not watching the drivel is what I am trying to say here.
The only thing I really wanted to see and they they cut the broadcast.

So can I get a discount on my tv tax then?
I am not happy with the service.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007


Mrs M was working hard over the weekend including afternoon on Sunday so I told her I'd take her out for something to eat and few drinks.
She worked until 8pm on Saturday night and we were booked in for 9pm. Mrs M got home a little earlier than expected so as to give more time to get ready. Being ready early meant we actually arrived at our destination on time.

We arrived at the Blackstone, or should I say "Upstairs at the Blackstone" dead on 9pm.
I had even got dressed up for the occasion, prompting Mrs M to rethink her planned outfit.
Thankfully she was able to put one together in a flash and looked lovely.

I am not going to give a critique of this eating establishment. Suffice to say the food is the best in Ballymena ( within the town, that is ) and it was only the second time I have eaten there. We'll be back soon. Well, when the menu changes as there is only one non meat option (I don't eat meat).

Great food cooked really well and very good service indeed. I must have had a good time as I tipped more than is usual.

We contemplated having a drink downstairs but the band was too loud for conversation. We opted to go and sit at the bar in the Grouse where I had a couple of pints of Guinness. The thought of dancing sprang to mind but as we heard the noises emanating from the "disco" upstairs we both reappraised the situation and said "Naaah". A little dancing may have been fun. Pity there is absolutely nowhere playing music to dance to for people of our age in Ballymena ( late 30's). Who am I kidding, we are not of the demographic that goes out on the lash every weekend trying to pull. I haven't been dancing in so long I can't remember (my living room doesn't count).

One novel experience was there not being any tobacco smoke, the downside of this being the pong of the wanker that farted beside us prompting me to exclaim loudly " Stinkin' bastard, who did that?". I did have drink taken but thankfully the guilty party melted away rather quickly.

The gassing notwithstanding a rather pleasant evening was had.

Some dancing was observed in our living room later on after a few more drinks.
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