Hell&related Stuff

For no reason other than I can, I'm having a Bob Dylan day. So's all the music I listen to today will be either written by, or sung by 'His Bobship'.

Dylan and Denny............together again.

As part of my neverending quest to find someone stupid enough to employ me I am registered with the local IKEA and today they sent me details of a part-time position.

This vacancy has the title of 'Environment and Recovery Co-worker'.

For ten points, what is the actual job?

Dennypoos..................gives you a monday morning tease.

Yes dear readers come to sunny Southampton and buy a piece of my heritage.

How can this be?....well its like this:

Southampton City Council and in particular the Arts and lesiure chief, ( the conservative John Hannides) wish to flog off various works of art that were bequested to the city to make up a shortfall in funding a 'Titanic' museum.

Tentatively titled 'The Sea City Centre', the new space will include some extra exhibition space,(as a sop) for the city's art collection, which outside of London, Manchester and Birmingham is reputed to be the best in the UK.

Among the works to be sold are a Munnings, (fine painter of equine subjects) and...GET THIS..a Rodin sculpture. A fucking Rodin for chrissakes.

Where would we get another Rodin from?....for as sure as eggs is eggs no one will mention the gallery in their bequests if we're flogging their stuff, and we'd never be able to afford to buy another one when we're out of this recession.

The whole thing is wrong...just wrong.

Where will it end if they are given permission from the Attorney General's office that it is legal to do this? Sell a Turner to pay for some new street-lights because the coucil can't balance it's books?

The Fucking Bastards!

Dennypoos...............................incandescent with rage

Did my £1.00 trip to London yesterday and apart from the dull, dull, DULL weather, I had a good day.

A little concerned that the driver on the homeward journey was carrying additional personal protection equipment.

Thankfully not required.

As part of my never-ending attempt to gain employment I'm registered with 'Hampshire Jobs' who send details of all Hampshire local authority jobs.

One of todays tranche was as a Gipsy liason officer. I opened the file and found that one of the requiremnts was a qualification, a B.Tec, no less, in Gypsy & Traveller Studies.

A fucking B.TEC..........in fucking 'GYPSY & TRAVELLER STUDIES'.....yea gods!

Dennypoos.............who although a caring considerate person, feels this is not the vacancy with which he could leave his mark on society.

Well bugger that for a co-incidence. Yesterday Ch4 showed a programme called Keith meets Keith, where Lily Allen's dad met up with TV chef Keith Floyd.

Informative and not a little sad, showing how Floyd became a victim of his own sucess and the booze.

And now he's gone and popped his clogs....well espadrilles. as he was living in Provence.

I, of course, styled my cooking on this great, flawed man.

Dennypoos.....................will have to watch the prog again *contains the 'C' word, often

A little something to while away the time utill the washing machine's finished the latest load.

Dennypoos..............thoughtful as an old washerwoman.

This dippy cow has just made a stonkingly bad faux pas on the ITV news.

When reporting on the new 'Elizabeth Cross' being handed out by the queen today to the families of soldiers killed in Afghanistan, the newsreader said:

"The medals are being handed to families of soldiers serving in the Sixth Royal Lancia's"

She meant, of course, 'The Sixth Royal Lancers'

I fancy that if our troops had to go to war in rusty Italian cars they'd be even worse off than they are now.

Not technically an 'Historical whodunnit fact', but one with those leanings and from the book I'm currently reading.

The book in question is called, 'The Grave Tattoo' and is by Val McDermid, she of 'Wire in the Blood' fame.

The fact is this:

Fletcher Christian, ( he of the mutiny on the Bounty fame), went to school with, and was good friends with, William Wordswoth.

There now, you didn't know that did you.

Dennypoos.................................first with the news that counts.

I was mooching through the local rag today. Thursday being the jobs day and me being without one. Having ascertained that I shall continue to sponge off society for another two weeks, at the very least, I checked out the local news.

My attention was diverted to a story whereby a local store had done a bit of artwork, in this case a trompe d'oi, in one of the 'Malls'.

Ever the one for the oddball stuff, I set off post haste and..............'There it was ...gone'.
It seems that it wasn't painted on the floor, but was on a piece of canvas and after the photo-shoot was rolled up like a carpet and taken back to the store.

Bastards!