Hell&related Stuff

No filth here as I am on the horns of a dilema.

Following my recent, well relativly recent job interview, I have heard nothing.

The problem is:

Do I give vent to my feelings by telling them what a bunch of useless non customer focused tossers they are or do I bide my time and send a polite email to see how 'the selection process' is going.

Bearing in mind, of course, that I'm not at all sure that I wish to work for the Local Authority and that they said they'd be in touch, hopefully, before the weekend. Last weekend that was.

Such decisions maketh or breaketh man.

A moral tale.

...and it all starts with a death.

A good friend of mine had the misfortune to die prematurely. He was one of the good, if not so great, but thats how things were.

His bereaved partner, whom I knew well, (in all meanings) offered, no, told me, to get my skinny white ass round to her place and go through the guys stuff and pick out anything of use.
Well, I didn't really feel too good about this but hey as we just blasted him into the atmosphere he's unlikely to have much say in the matter and he always was a natty dresser.

The outcome was a couple of pairs of fancy Italian made jeans and a pair of deck shoes that I'd always lusted after.

As you may know, the weather currently is a tad tropical and it happened that I was out on the promenade, wearing my new shoes. There came upon us a storm, not of tropical type, but of fucking biblical proportions.
The outcome was a very wet Dennypoos and upon further investigation, a very dyed Dennypoos. (see picture below)

Much of the dye from my freebee shoes had transfered to my feet, so that it looked like I had really kicked someone up the arse.

The moral of this story is many fold:

Firstly, be careful of stepping into another mans shoes.

Secondly, if you must step into another mans shoes, avoid stepping into puddles.

Thirdly, if you cannot avoid stepping into puddles after having first stepped into another mans shoes, then avoid friends who buy cheap deck shoes.

Here endeth todays lesson.

....Parking Problems, not here guv.

That was the only thing that tickled my fancy at the Southampton mega-party on Saturday.

And that just shows what a place Soton is.

Well, Southampton had an under publicised Street Party on Saturday and it absolutely pissed down, to such an extent that I was forced to seek shelter in a tavern 'till the storm passed.

Before retiring to the pub I did see one thing of interest, and here it is below.

Bollocks the library computers USB slot is bollocksed, so the pic will be delayed until I can move to a different machine.

News on the job front is that there isn't any as of yet.

....being a track from Richard Thompson called Cooksferry Queen.

This gets a spot on Radio Dennypoos by dint of the Guys ability to get the phrase "pre-raphaelite curls in her hair" into a lyric.

ENNNNNJOY !

......The Hovis add with the Kid cycling down the cobbled hill (filmed in Shaftsbury) was shot by Ridley Scott, he of Alien and Blade runner fame.

Stuff you pick up eh.

..and possibly done with.

Trust the 'big' day to be one of the schorcio ones and for the interview to be at noon.

I went, I talked, I dunno.

Curious thing was that all the hoary old chestnuts just didn't crop up. None of the:

What can you bring to the company?

What do you know of the company?

Why have you been out of work so long?

A little puzzling to my mind. I answered all the technical stuff in my usual exemplory way. Went into bollocks-speak, ( thankfully fluent) when required, you know the crap:

Customer focused,Proactive, Going the extra mile,

all yawn inducing bollocks but it seems to be what people want to hear.
Neuro linguistic programming has a lot to answer for if you ask me.

And so I can now revert to being full time unemployed again, unless of course they are fool enough to want to employ me.

....I've worked at which has recently been on the Tele was 'Rossdhu House'.

Where the hell is that? you may be wondering, (or not). Well folks, it's where the Scottish Open golf tournament was held, last weekend.

At the time I was employed, it was the home of Sir Ivor Colquhoun, chief of the clan Colquhoun and I was employed as a Tourist Guide during the long summer recess ( being an Edinburgh student at the time).

I lived, 'below stairs' in the main house and there were some mighty japes, I can tell you. I think however I'll give a salutary piece of advice instead.

Don't find youself fully clothed in the freezing waters of Loch Lomond at 2am when you are not a strong swimmer and while being pissed out of your mind.

I share that with all (ha) my readers.

.............that its supposed to fit seamlessly into our lives. We shouldn't become obsessed with it (as I seem to be becomming).

I've finally got the wi-fi bit of my camera working, but the pisser is, I don't know quite how.

I redid the instalation as per camera instructions and as per home network stuff in windows and Nada, Zilch, Fuck all. I must have done this ten times, altering this address, unchecking this box, checking that box, adhoc, peer to peer, Wap protected, yes/no, arrrrrrrrrrrgh.

Then , of its own volition it decided it had toyed with me enough and worked as it should.

HUZZAH!.

You know how as one door opens, another shuts? Well, same at The Dennypoos Command Centre, insomuch as the T.V tuner attatched to my notebook now decides to tune just 9 T.V channels and the ones it chooses for me are not on the usual Dennypoos viewing list.

Furthermore, the picture jumps and the sound has all sorts of glitches.

So it seems its an example of, One step up and two steps back. Why two steps? Well my printer is giving grief as well.

HO bloody hum.

Well here we are with the Foxes stuff. The thing is that thet are a bit of a paradox, insomuch as, they are very discrete about Dens and where they hang out during the day, but when confronted couldn't give a toss (as long as you dont pose a threat.

As an example, here is one having a bit of a kip at 8.00am as seen over the wall, looking onto the bonkers womans estate (next door).

Not too easy to see.

And here is the same animal when I shouted to attract its attention.

After this short attentive period, it went back to kipping. What a life.

Well you had one version of this song previously and here is another version of Towne van Zandt's song, "waiting around to die", this time from 'The Be Good Tanyas'.

Just a tad different from the other one eh?

My mile for sport relief consisted of walking to the library but I saw a programme on the tele which allude to 'going the extra mile'

If I do that I'm 200metres out into the Solent.

To what end exactly?

Yep the Fox photo's will have to wait until Monday as I can't upload them.

Big suprise is that this is not the blog co .uk site having a bad hair day but the fault is this time with the library in which I am now esconced. It would appear that due to a technical difficulty when I insert my flash drive, the computer is reading it as a piece of alien technology and won't acess the info contained therein.

I've used this system shitloads of times with no problems so I'll let it have a rest and do it Monday.

Am I the only one who finds the whole thing a little incredible?

Am I the only person cynical enough to wonder just how much of a back-hander Inter Milan had to shell out to keep themselves in La Ligua when the other defendants were all relegated.

answers are:

1) No.
2) I very much doubt it.

This is the third time I've written this, so its perhaps a little terse.

I am amazed that the good old U.S of A. has been very quiet about the escalation of Israels war in Lebanon and have been trying to think of a comparison.

This very morning I thought of a comparison!

Suppose, when 'the Irish troubles' were at their peak, we bombed Dublin international airport then for the hell of it, zapped a few missiles into Dublin itself and then for good measure, destroyed fuel depots. I wonder if the Americans would have been quite so reticent about decrying such actions?

The situation is pretty similar after all.

The U.K. had terrorists based mainly in another soverign state, ie Eire. and yet we did nothing of the sort. Why we extended the Olive branch so far that we let these self-same terrorists become democratically elected members of their own parliament, to the extent that a self confessed murderer became education secretary.

Here endeth a little rantypoos.

It must be said that yesterday was a cut above the norm.

The reasons for this are twofold:

In the first place, I watched a TV programme that gave deep joy. The Hotel inspector is not the type of programme that I usually watch, indeed I have never seen an episode until last night. The reason for my change of viewing habits is that the hotel in question, The Langtree Manor was fool enough to employ me for a brief period some 15/20 years ago and so it was with a happy heart that I recognised the main protagonists.

The Bastards hadn't changed one bit. Tara was still the flirty, coquetish tease and Mummy was still an interfereing old bat with tendencies towards the Barbara Cartland look. Oh I knew them so well, especially Tara of whom I had knowledge (in the wine cellar). Happy days.

In the second place, I recieved a letter asking me to attend an interview with potential salaried employment as an eventual outcome.
The thing is I applied over a month ago and now, I'm not at all sure about the job. I'll attend the interview, of course, if only to give the suit an airing and if offered the job it would be churlish to decline, bank balences being what they are. Ho-hum, time will tell. It's not till next week anyway, so I'll have loads of time to ponder and prepare.

Yes my little frolicking Bunnies, difficult to believe but true.
The reason for my pissed offishness is Technology and in particular, non compatability.

The situation is this:

Not long ago I bought a camera. Being a wise person, I also purchased an SD card for the camera so that I could take more than a handfull of photographs before the memory was full.

An SD card is an SD card is an SD card I thought. Well I'm here to tell you that is not quite the case.The 2GB KIngston card I bought from Savastore works perfectly in the camera and enables me to record 491, 8mp images. What is doesn't let me do is take the card from the camera and put it in the SD memory slot so as to transfer images.

It would appear that my Toshiba Tablet M200, which is less than 2yrs old does not suport this card.

I thought they were all the same! .......albeit that some versions worked faster than others.

Ok, so I can transfer images by wire or, when I get the WiFi bit sorted, wirelessly, but no one told me, and I haven't read anywhere, that such a problem could exist.

Time to get in touch with Toshiba I think.

.....it's not just cakes you know.

This was last nights Evening Meal, but there's enough left for lunch today.
What are you having for lunch? Tinned Tuna?

Guffaw, Guffaw.

Can I have my fifteen minutes now Mr Warhol?

...........I try to upload my 'Masterbakery Photos'

MIX.

COOK.

EAT.

And thats how it was.

I have it but the damm system keeps falling apart about my ears.

Progress eh?

Townes van Zandt wrote it.

There will follow another version, this time from The Be Good Tanyas when I can get the new system to upload and not send me into the ether.

To try and use this system. It unhelpfully asks me to go back from where I came from. Funnily enough thats just what I was thinking about it.

To try and use this system. It unhelpfully asks me to go back from where I came from. Funnily enough thats just what I was thinking about it.

There comes a time when Folk think they've got you neatly pigeonholed and there may be some among you, yes I mean YOU, who think that my body cavity is devoid of internal organs, being instead full of hot air.
Not true, and to prove it I shall give, as proof, visual evidence of my Masterbakery performances in the Kitchen. 

If a low denomination person then wishes to prostrate herself at my feet and declare an undying 20% interest in my future financial welbeing, well, who am I to say no?

Tried again and though I can alter settings so that all may view, I can only do this after I've posted what appears to be nothing, thogh the clip can be acessed by 'my media'.

most curious.

So to see the dennypoos mastepiece you'll have to click on my self portrait and access it from media.

Bizzare but true, ,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,but,,,, why?

...........tried yesterday and again today.I upload, the file size is ok, I try the preview and it's not there. What gives?

So today I shall donate, to an audience undoubtedly avid, a music track.........

as can be seen, thats not a music track. I seem not to have the track I wanted on my flash drive and as I'm at the library, this'll have to do

I have found out one thing though, when I looked in 'media' the video clip was there but was identified as 'private'. NO it wasn't that type of clip as I wouldn't want to frighten all those virgins (whatever they are) out there.
More investigation needed.

.........as can be seen from, Dennypoos de Mille.

and here................. was where I tried to upload a video clip.

Hell of a new system eh?

Yes my little Chickadees, I'm well and truly stuffed. I cannot get the much talked about Nikon to do its wifi stuff with my Tablet.
Ok, its my first wireless experience and I'm having to set up a 'home network', but it doesn't semm to want to play.
 The real pisser is that it's almost there.
I've followed all the instructions I can find (bearing in mind I'm not on the internet at home), Ive even disabled the firewall.
When I try to transfer files, nada. The thing is that checking on network connections, when I start, the connection is recognised by the computer. The bubble pops up to tell me that I am connected to 'dennypoos', the network connection is also noted by the icon telling me it is enabled.

SO, WHAT GIVES?

At long last the Nikon has arrived and damm fine it is too. Should have come with a case but didn't so I can see a negative feedback situation arising here.

The above is an initial offering. Really I should think of a pretentious name for it, something along the lines of, 'Vortex' or,'Gaia' but not even I am that posey. I can see that I'll have a whole lot to learn and then unlearn before I get to show anything half decent. Time of course,as one of the underclass, is something I have by the Truckload, unless I get run over by a Truck, of course.

I give you a bit of the dennypoos music library as well. Havn't you done well.

As we'll all be celebrating Engerlaands memorable victory on Saturday, here's something to temper our collective mood.

Enjoy.

I was a little perturbed to see that some suposed Doctor has stolen from me interlectual property: to whit a Brain training course.

Dr Dennypoos Brain Training Course is built around a modular framework so that study areas can be identified, learning enhanced and thus, wellbeing improved. I give a short extract from the course for general edification:

Module 7.

Sexual Dysfunction and Memory;

1) Have you ever reached sexual satisfaction on or in a motorised vehicle?
2) Can you name your first partner?
3) Can you be sure?
4) The last time you had sex, was there anyone else in the room?
5) Where were you when England won the world cup? *
6) Have you ever, whilst engaged in foreplay (whatever that is all about) thought about a Greek dish called Cheesy helmets in Fish Sauce?
7) When turning to a loved one and asking for 'a bit', has the reply ever been,"youve had it!" and if so could you remember having it?

*if the answer to this question is......... I wasn't even born, ignore all the other questions.