Friday, August 03, 2007


When I was on a school trip at Tal-y-Bont near Harlech, in 1966 I had something bite my knee, it went septic and I spent my summer in Wick being treated with various crap, until my Granny put a hot poultice on it (ow ow ow) which cured my knee. I still have the scar. Fast forward to Tuesday last, painting my new shed with David helping, I looked at my leg and there was a fly biting my leg, and another one just starting on my other leg (I have two). Now I have two swolen ankles. Damn those flies/clegs.
DNA sampling

If I am so much of accused of dropping litter, my DNA will be sampled, fingerprints taken and then I'll be taken into a cell and beaten with rubber truncheons. (I made the last bit up, probably).

Our glorious leaders will use this to ensure we all behave. I'm glad I can hit a man-sized target at 1000 yards with an SLR, its a skill I'll likely to need in the near future.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Today (and all this week) Kriglinsky and the Toady-off-nieghbours lookalike from the USA are in the office. I have managed to avoid them thus far but earlier today Squeakyclean Phil took Krigacuntlinsky down and introduced me. So I had to shake the cunts nasty hand. They went yesterday evening for a meal at a restuarant run by 'The chef to the England football team'. As it is a well known fact that footballers are epicures sans pariel.
I politely declined, even the thought of free food and booze would not drag me into meeting those swines socially.
Sunday had a quick go on the zeroing range, which is now out of the woods on the field. The competition was washed out, a real shame.
Oh and Tuesday evening did a plod on my mtb up Cofton (huff puff) along past the resr, to Hopwood, and up Wast hill (huff puff).
May do the same this evening.
What I am planning is to arise at 0300, drive to Tryfan. a quick sprint in my new light boots up the North ridge, and back to the office. Say, 2 hours there, start at 0530 in the dawn, 2 hours up, 1 hour down. 3 hours to Merry Hill. Should be possible.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Alex Salmond

is a cunt of the highest order;

First Minister Alex Salmond is due to meet Muslim leaders in the wake of the Glasgow Airport attack.
The Bute House reception will form part of the Scottish Executive's One Scotland campaign.

"It's to celebrate the diversity and vibrancy of modern Scotland, and the many communities that are part of the Scottish tartan.
Deep fried pork and Special Brew will feature as the centrepiece of a buffet celebrating the Scottish Identity. (maybe not)

All the Scots I know detest immigrants, be they black, Asian or English. I doubt if Saint Salmond is any different. Maybe I know the wrong sort of Scots. Even as I write these words Salmond is busy devising new ways to inviegle money out of the English taxpayer to shower on Scots.

TV is all fake

What a surprise ! Many telly programs are all made up, who woulda thunk it, eh ?

First off, that twat BearGrylls, (the inventor of the Bear grill, used for grilling small bears) has been shown to be a fake. Someone in his team said some of the things filmed were faked, and rather than sleeping on rough ground under the stars, he stopped in 4 star hotels. Well, as i said to the family, when he says 'here i am on my own in a wilderness', he was lying, as there was obviously a cameraman, and a soundman, and possibly a whole production team. From Telegraph Online -
But a crew member said yesterday that after the camera stopped Grylls would often stay in hotels - including one with internet access and blueberry pancakes for breakfast - and that many of his daring missions were stage-managed.

Channel 4 is investigating whether Eton-educated Grylls, who broke his back in a parachute accident aged 21 but went on to become the youngest Briton to climb Everest two years later, misled the public.

I hold out hopes that Survivorman is really doing what he says he does. Mainly because he seems a likeable and real character, as opposed to the full-on twattery of Bear Grylls. I mean, your surname is Gryyls, you produce a bouncing baby boy, and name him... Bear. Well, so his twattery is inhereted.

Fuck me pink, I'm bored.
Went on Saturday, looked in Blacks and the boy saw a pair of walking poles, 2 for the price of 1, so I bought 'em. and bought a pair of La Sportiva Trango EVO GTX boots.
Also bought the boy a cheap pair of hiking boots, as he says he wants to come with me to the hills.
After many years of only wanting full leather boots with lumpy great Vibram commando pattern soles, and regarding these modern things in the light of crappy trainers, I'm proved wrong (as usual). They are half the weight of my lumpy Salomons. So, next off I need to skive a day off and give them a tryout in the mountains. So either a very early visit to Tryfan and back to the office for lunchtime, or a full day up the Grib Lem ridge on Carnedd Daffyduck. Thats a longish walk in, 100 foot scramble to a 3400 foot summit, and a long walk back to Bethesda.
And did 13 miles on my bike on Saturday, might do some more this evening.