Hell&related Stuff

Its the sex life thing.
Long time readers will know that my sex life is all in hand and therin lies the problem.

Should I, for instance, have a go at bi-sexuality in the hope of doubling my chances of a shag at the weekend?

Or should I, which is more likely, have a go at getting some bored married lady to join me in the 'beast with two backs'?

A woman should be aged around fortyish with boobs and bum still where nature intended and gravity did not, would do the trick just fine.

I'm thinking I should go for the latter, after all, where there's wife there's hope.

Dennypoos, a moral/amoral dilema or just thinking of himself, again.

Yes folks, as an attenpt to get away from 'improving' novels which necessitate constant referal to the dictionary I have soaked in the bath, that is the historical whodunnit.

I need hardly go on, as the more perceptive will know that I have been banjaxed with the 'Easy read'.
A mediaeval book set in 1195 has me scrambling for the dictionary again.

The word missing from my own knowledge and therfore language was Gastation. This being, as many of you know, the ability to discern bitter from sour or sweet or acid. The sense of taste no less.

Humbled yet again.

Dennypoos, woefully under learned.

For those who missed it, you missed a neat documentary on an iconic, not to mention, laconic, musician.

I've had, at one time every thing the guy has done and now,thanks in no small part to an arsonist ex girl friend, I have to limit myself to his 'Anthology'

For those who saw the prog and wish to get a start with his music, try 'Really', his second album.

Dennypoos, informative when it matters.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.J._Cale

Yes, Refulgent is just one of the words I had to look up from Amis's book.

Scunthorpes education system beaten yet again.

Dennypoos, saddened by his inadequacies.

I've finally finished Martin Amis's book Yellow Dog and far from being a page turner, it became an ordeal. Too many words that an educated [sic] bod like myself had to look up.

Dennypoos, reading for pleasure can be tormenting.

... give a man a fishing rod joke is:

and he'll sell it and buy a fish.

Dennypoos, did I ever say all my material was orriginal? Did I?

This being:

Would Vivaldi be able to write his tour de force today, being as how we appear to have only two seasons, these being: 'Wet and windy' and 'Hot and dry'

Dennypoos, why bother.

If you give a starving man a fish he can feed his family for a day.

If you give him a fishing rod, he'll break it up and light a fire.

Ho-Ho.

Does the colour or hue of your eyes vary from time to time?

I put forward this question as a recently taken photograph, seen below, shows my eyes as azure blue and penetrating as I remember them in my youth.

Gazing into the mirror over the years to shave, brought me to the realisation that I had gone to a more dull grey,lifeless almost, the colour of slush comming to mind.

I now find, without the use of photoshop, that I'm back to the iceiness of old.

Whats going on, is it something in my diet or what?

Dennypoos, questioning reality.

I heard yesterday that the government is pushing yet another 'NEW' initiative. This time they are funding, to the tune of ten million quid, a scheme to encourage singing in class.

Is mine the only immagination to go thus:

'Jenkins! What on earth is that racket?'
'Its the Kaisers, Miss'
'The Kaisers? This isn't history Jenkins. Your mind should be focused on equalateral triangles, not the ruling classes of Germany during the first world war'
'But miss, the kaiser chiefs are a band'
'Chiefs eh, band eh? I suppose you refer to 'red' indians, not that I'm suposed to say red.'
'No miss they'r a group from Leeds'
'Next thing you'll be telling me is that they'r named after an ex Leeds united player, who ,coming from South Africa, previously played for the football club 'The Kaiser Chiefs?'
'Cor miss you are the man'
'Ain't dat de truth Jenkins'

'Thorpe! The Zutons are ok but I forbid any Amy Winehouse, that tatoo'd tart will not be haerd in my classroom.'

etc,,blah..blah.

I had a really fine weekend, in fact for yours truely, the weekend never stops.

I took loads of photographs, and for those who do indulge in the agony that is photography, you just know, don't you, when you hit a 'purple patch'.

Such a day was yesterday, and to give you a flavour, I post a couple of abstracty bits.

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Not the usual me, being a purist but I may well tart about with some images in Photoshop, just for the hell of it.

I'm in the process of uploading the entire shoot to flickr and when I do, I'll post a link.

Dennypoos, one creative bastard.

The reason I read Martin Amis is not because he irritates me with his use of non/made up words like 'sordor' ( not to be found in either of my two digital dictionaries) but his ability to describe something in a way, both not recognised, and succinctly.

As an example, he says that bodyguards' most time is spent not on hefting their bulk around, but in perfecting and maintaining the frown.

Oh Martin, you exceed daddy on this front.

... or rather it is but it's not what you'ld call it.

The point being that I can not only have flowers in 'Dennypoos acres' but that I know what they are.

Many folk would call this an Amarylis, where-as, it should be known as a Hippeastrum.

Dennypoos, will I never be satisfied?

Continuing from yesterdays 'cry in the wilderness', are Pc world as inept as I think.

All I wanted were some inks for my printer . I saw them via 'Price runner' and ordered on Dec 22nd. You've guessed it of course, even with a couple of emails, I still get no joy.

Serves me right I suppose dealing with such people. I'll stick to suppliers from Ebay from whom I've had no problems in the past.

Dennypoos, will I ever learn.

Yes it truely is.

Imagine if you will, some guy, say me for instance, who, because of the truck-loads of photo's he's been taking, finds his hard drive filling up. The obvious thing to do is go for some external storage to supliment the 60gb he has on his notebook.Imagine if you can, this person being bereft of funds to the point of skintness. Then.... WHOOO-HOOO 250 gb external drive for £59.85 from 'Staples' but wait a mo Battery in trusty notebook all but gives up the ghost. Having ordered a new battery from ebay, total cost £49.95 as opposed to Toshiba's £175.95 Our plucky hero is back to being 'brassic lint'.
Days pass, funds increase and the purchase is back on the cards. What-Ho, PC World have a better drive (maxtor) and more memory (320gb) for an extra tenner.

Suffice it to say all does not go to plan.

Upon visiting PC world, theey are not as described and cost £20 more.
Going round the corner to 'Staples' and they've sold out.
Muttered unpleasanteries under breath and a visit to 'Argos' sees a replacement computer/camera case out of stock, the nearest being miles away in Totton. Not one to give up, a long, nay, fucking long walk ensues and our hero is now the proud possessor of a leather despatch case which was reduced in price from £39.95 to £13.75. Its a tad 'Gay' but I'm in touch with my femine side so what the hell.

What I wish to know is: whats the difference between a despatch case and a messenger bag?

All these years, practiceing my French accent and it turns out to be for nothing.

It would appear that his mummy was a bit bonkers being n anglofile and being married to her cousin, who was himself a product of the inter marriage of two cousins.

What is all this rambling about?

Toulouse-L

Yet another irritating, yet oddly compulsive blog/quiz/test thing. Much quicker than most.

*Your Brain's Pattern*

You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing.
You don't complicate matters when you don't have to.
You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that.
As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/

What-ho my blogging buddies and a happy new year to you all. I wonder how many of you woke up yesterday with the feeling that an incontinent cat had been sleeping in your mouth? I do hope none, and if there are any amongst you foolish enough to partake of The devils piss , then you deserve all you get.

Now that we are in the (nominally named) new year, it is the time for new-years revolutions:
I forsee revolutions in any one of 20 African countries and a couple of Caucausus states as well.

As for myself things will be pretty much as before though I do hope for an improvement on the employment front and on the female companionship side/back/front.

Companionship brings me to the nub of this blog insomuch as I feel my tea time tele viewing is being assailed by a surfit, not of lampreys, but of Dr Who and its spin-offs.
I refer to the latest milking of the saggy udder that is Dr Who, namely,'The adventures of Sarah Jane blah-blah.' If there was ever a more unlikely female heroine, then I for one know her not.

This is surely an attempt at a TV take over by that fat Welsh poof who dug up Dr Who from the pit in which it was lain, attatched electrodes to its bollocks and gave us more dross at tea-time.

I find that my scones and Rosbush tea now give me heart-burn, or was that just the spunky little Billie Piper?

Anyroad up, I'm not having it!

Which is of couse half of the problem.

Dennypoos, more of the same.