Mary Whitehouse Lives

Sometimes you just have to wonder about some people.

The story of the woman prosecuted for sunbathing nude – in her own garden is one of those times. Not content with being “shocked” and “offended”, the woman’s neighbour (a man) rushed off to get a video camera, in order to film the “offence” taking place.

He’s quoted as saying

“I have been extremely shaken by this. It has been very upsetting and worrying. I don’t want to bring up my children in such an environment.”

Yeah, OK, you don’t want to bring up your children in an environment where nudity exists? Get a fucking grip. He probably makes sure his children are fully clothed in the shower, too. Twat.


No Rides

Somehow, I’m failing to see the attraction in this.

You have to be aged 18 and over to get in and tickets will cost £15 for the attraction which opens on 7 September.

The theme park will include life-sized silicone-made models which visitors can touch to discover erogenous zones.

Although I do love the line about it being “a sex theme park with no rides”. For a sex themepark “with rides” I assume you need to pay your £15 in Soho, or Amsterdam…


Newbie

You know you’ve got problems when, on their first assignment for the company, the new graphic design and layout guy comes up with a graphic that says “Monorable” instead of “Honorable”.

And doesn’t even spot the mistake himself…


Water Shortages

From a conversation with my father over the weekend…

Which supplier/provider can charge you for their product, and then tell you not to use it?

Only one utility provider can do such a thing. How do we let them get away with it? It’s not like we’re going to get a discount for not being able to use the stuff any way we want, is it?


Football

Ok, now here’s something that just befuddles me completely…

On the news this morning there was an interview (of sorts) with some of the fans going to watch Arsenal play [some other team] in the [thingy] cup/league/championship/whatever in Paris. Some of these fans had travelled overnight to see the match, but didn’t have tickets, and so were going to go and see it in a bar. Somewhere. In Paris.

Now, what is the point of going to Paris to see a football match – in a bar? Surely it’s easier/cheaper/saner to do that from your pub at home?

I can understand it if you’ve got tickets to the match, and you’re going to see it right there in front of you. Fine, I get that.

But to go off, and then still end up sat in a bar, watching it on TV – well, to me that’s more than a little bit silly.


Flossing.

Not for those of a nervous disposition – the British approach to flossing between one’s teeth.

Only some people have confessed to using things like screwdrivers, key, and even ear-rings as “floss substitutes”.

shudder


Bad Day

You know it’s going to be a bad day when you get woken up by the dog, crawling under the bed, because it’s raining hard outside and she thinks it’s going to thunder.

You know for sure it’s going to be a bad day when, walking through the trolley-stoppers (i.e. fairly narrow “one person at a time” walkways) you get run into by three-year-old hellspawn, and then blamed by the mother for walking into the little shit…