Friday, 19 February 2010

Bedends to Everything

Firewood - that's what it is. I now have nowhere to sleep.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to flick bogeys from.

And when Ninja-Flying-Monkey Boy's little chum's parents came to pick him up this evening he described the swearing and screaming with perfect clarity.

Scooby Doo chuckles all round.

Well we really must be going........

Finally mended N-F-M Boys football team socks after about 18 months. Guilt?


Not enough plain chocolate in the house.


  1. What is it with bogeys? My lad has spent years wiping them on the wall next to his bed. They dry so hard we've had to just paint over them - looks like a rather stylish stippled effect.

  2. It's a lonely sport perhaps. But not as lonely as the ski-jump. Have been busy reading childish comments on the YouTube clip of Andreas Wank. SUCH fun!

  3. Wait a minute, there's a ski-jumper called Andreas Wank, and this passed me by? Jesus, I'm getting old.

  4. I'm a bit late on coming back to this but YES isn't it hilarious? I saw the name pop up on the telly and immediately texted my brother who got straight onto google and hence to YouTube - this pretty much sums up our ability to respond to important events... we don't speak or see each other for months but someone called Wank on the telly and whoosh - we're on it.

    I don't know how to do that thing where you type in something and it comes up a different colour and someone reading can click on it and whoopee but the YouTube ref thing is:

    Enjoy - childish but necessary.