Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Going for a ranting record!! Oh dear...


THREE cups of tea. Maybe 4. Think it was three, though... Weird times, currently. Ma drank all the tea I mad for her so they must've been OK...


I still have not figured out why Lidl's own "Shreddies" have a dungaree-clad meerkat with gappy teeth on the front of the packet. The teeth get-up is my thing, get yet own, 'kat... you know when you see faces or things in clouds or paint splatters or... y'know, stuff? Among the drips of horrid brown stain in our downstairs toilet/shower room (the shower doesn't work: it's full of recycling stuff, in the pink sacks. And cat litter, in the extremely heavy - to me: I'm practically a twig - bags only a man with the strength of an ox could carry. And make it look like it's full of marshmallows and fluff, aka my brother... anyway...) floor, are some which I think look like a meerkat. I might actually take a photo and draw round it, to give it more definition, just to make me smile. I am. I am going to do that...


Some minor events happen to other people and they are really rather worrying to the people who experience it or them. And then they happen to you or someone very close to you and you get scared. It's not good when that happens. Not good at all.


Fry was on Ross. Not literally. Although, behind doors, who knows... ha! Ahh..... he mentioned twitter, I'd heard of it. Then Marsha mentioned it, and aha! Remembered to join. Joined. Love it! Also, I rather like when people think it's boring because "there's not much to do there" or "I was bored, what's the point?" - it's a good... sort of... updatey...... nosey..... "what're you doing?"... thing..... obviously...... agh, I love it, anyway. Alan Davies is very funny. Fry is wonderful. Shan't ask for him to follow me, I think he already has over 300,000 following him. That's (stating the obvious but) SO MANY!!


West Ham played West Brom tonight. We drew. We might be (are) rubbish sometimes (most of the time... possibly...) but they're my Hammers, they're my team. I love West Ham. I don't, generally, "hate" things or people but some teams' supporters can be so pretentious, so snide, so bullying in their bragging about results.
I understand football is a typically mannish game and rowdiness and "blokeness" is to be expected but manners should be included, I think. I don't mean doffing one's hat to one's opposition - rather, gentle teasing. Not, as some supporters do: RIP the piss out of the "inferior" team with coarse swears and profess themselves and their team to be better than anyone else. And actually, they will have, by doing that, proved that they are, in no uncertain terms, an ARSE. Such ego, such arrogance. Such delusion.
Yeah, my team's a bit crap, very bad at times, but they're MY team and I love them. My team isn't about money or cars or trophies (mainly because we never make it past the second round...) or a diamond stud in each ear (unless you're a girl, otherwise, you just look silly)... it's about playing the game together, to win, to (hopefully) play well. I know they don't always get that across, sometimes they're idiots. They're footballers, they're meant to be a bit silly... I'm not suggesting that all West Ham players have been brilliant or decent or the like... but I think MOST of the time, they have LESS ego than other teams and their players... AND it's because I'm from East London families, who worked SO hard to get what they had, which wasn't much, so I appreciate the small things in life like a 1-0 win against a Dr. Martens' league team. Yeah... Yeah, that's right. Read it and weep... that is all rather ranty, isn't it? I'm tired. Been a weird day. Mildly surreal. A little teary. Emotional. Strange, very different day...



Well... I should shut up, sort out my zoo, city and the "SGW" for the night. And then get some rest. And sleep. Catch up on the UK and local news on my freeview box. And telly. Can't really see it, otherwise... Only gets BBC channels well. Mostly on BBC News. If the weather decides to be windy, the signal breaks. Likewise when it's too Sunny. And too rainy. And very slightly drizzly...
Rough day, save for the emotional-part, was because Mirena moved again. It was a bit less than horrifically painful. Limping, hobbling, grasping on to the nearest available sturdy surface or thing is not elegant in the least. And it takes bloody ages to get comfortable, to try to release the weird pressure by laying this way, try that way, bring that leg up here... no, turn, lean, other leg... move it again...... no. What IS going on in there?! Hitting nerves or somethin'...



...OK, NOW I'm going... might take up with me my fancy new circular needles to make my headband thing... and the yarn that's currently cast on to the needles would be useful, I think... circular needles are weird. They're like a very, very short skipping rope. But not...




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