jug ears....

I knew I had it somewhere!

The sketch Sunny did of the bloke that chatted her up (see previous post)

penny for them.......

It has been mentioned before how when Sunny & I get together we have uncontrolable fits of laughter.
When I was 'sorting' the other day I came across things that reminded me of another occasion when this happened.
Sunny had come up for a weekend and we decided to visit our old stomping ground of Southport.

It wasn't a pleasant weekend, weather wise, but that did not deter us from hiking up the pier to take in some fresh sea air. At the end of Southport Pier is a coffee shop and a
'Victorian Penny Arcade'.
It is great. You change your shiny new 10 pences for grubby old pennies. Not a bad return if you calculate from this site the value of a penny in 1900 to what it would be worth today (well 2003 to be precise as that is when the report was done). If my maths is correct (& I wouldn't hold too much hope there) it would be equivalent to £78.68. I guess if they charged that type of money no one would play!!

Of special interest was Gypsy Rosie Lee who read your palm after you placed your hand on a copper plate. Uncanny results....... same palm image but different readings and so accurate as to mine and Sunny's personalities

Mine

Sunny's

Next were 'Notes from your lover' ... hysterical

I just want to know where the large sum of money from Grandpa went & how did either of let the man escape that turned 'me into an animal, crazy with lust!' ... drat!

Maybe it was this chap with the amazing snake ... although it looks a bit wooden don't you think?

After a few games of wooden pinball, 'What the Butler Saw' & flipping metal balls into holes it was ........'Who will be your next love?'
All excited we found our last two pennies. Fighting to get to the slot like a couple of kids, we awaited anxiously for the news........

So Sunny does the one on the right remind you of anyone?

That night in a club she was pursued by a bloke who bore an uncanny resemblance to the mystical fortune card she had received earlier that day!!!

Remind me Sunny where did you tell him you were emigrating to????

life......

I have been sorting today.
And you know that means I come across stuff that I saved and forgotten about.. it is usually books but today it was a handwritten note I had done.
I have no idea where this came from?
It can't have been from the 'net as I would have printed it nor was it something I had written as it was so neatly written!!
So my conclusion is it came from a Hallmark card!
It must have hit a nerve as I kept it.....it is an interesting form of words!

'Life is a time for learning

We must learn that our life is as important
As that of any other person on Earth
But never more important!
We must learn that we have every right to happiness
Yet it is is up to us to find & recognise it!
We must learn that life is not easy
Nor is it permanent, others will come and go

And often their departure will cause us pain
We must learn to develop a positive attitude
That can be handle life's disappointments
And we must learn that in order to find love
We must look inside our own heart!

For if we cannot find with in
We will never find without '

That does some what sum up

Secure truth .......... absent lies
Thoughts from places
Within............with out

wind in my willows....

Yesterday in Manchester was the windiest day I have ever encountered. Not only was it blowing a gale but the rain was horizontal at times and so cold.
The streets of Manchester were littered with discarded umbrellas, I have never seen so many in my walk to work. It was like there had been an invasion of broken umbrellas from outer space, bins were full of different coloured ones and one pesky handbag sized spotty designed invader flew up and hit me on the shin, it had been left on the ground to perish .
What amuses me is who actually thought that their brollie would with stand 70 mile an hour gusts???

I relied on my jaunty hat to keep my hair in some state of normality but I was soaked by the time arrived in the office.

Yesterday also gave me one of the most bizarre sights which beautifully summed up British madness!
There was a bloke doing this!!

Three times he blew leaves out of a corner only for the power of nature to place them back again.
I think I would have just gone home and had a cup of tea as there was no way he was going to win

i am hooked...

It is a terrible place to be being hooked. Whether it be Class A, nicotine, booze, exercise, veg, fruit, blogging or fast food.
Anything in excess is bad for you .. moderation in all things seems to be the key to a healthy life.

Imagine my horror when I have realised I am a junkie? Surely not me? Sensible, reliable, can be depended on aeib (aka random) .
Well yes it has happened.
So how did it happen? How did this state of dependency creep up on me?
That surely is the question I am asking myself?

In May 2007 something changed in my life. Luckily the dependency wasn't immediate then.
That happened over the last few months.

The month of May was when I got a puppy. No that isn't the dependency to which I refer more she is dependent on me. When I leave for work this little ball of fluff goes mental at the thought of her pack leader leaving, I have the daily 'catch the dog' exercise trying to get her out of the lounge, which is her favourite place because she can see out of the window and bark all day at people passing by.
I used to switch on the radio as I was leaving and she has learned that is a signal I am leaving (along with brushing my teeth, touching my keys and handbag & wow betide should I put a cardi or coat on!!)
So to combat the alert I have been putting the radio earlier than when I leave..... and that is when I became hooked.
I tried a few tactics, Radio 4 (no too stayed).. local radio (now Terry Christian is a wow with me on my way home but I reckon pup has not sussed that yet)
After listening to the Top 20 on Radio One one Sunday night I clicked the switch one Monday morning and came across this guy

Yes this is who is responsible

If you don't recognise him (coz I wouldn't in a month of Sunday's) this is Chris Moyles. (I thought he was actually called Andy Moyles??)
I have to listen to him on my way to work. His show is addictive. It's like being in an office with your most favourite sarcastic colleagues.. a world I have moved from last year and miss a lot!

I like it so much that I am darned well driving into City centre Manchester, sitting in nose to tail traffic just so I can hear out the show.... I don't have an ipod/mp3 so can't do the train bit & listen (my fellow train passengers would be delighted, as I know I can't be trusted with headphones and music or laughter... cos I know I will join in.... yes this has been proven )
Although I did venture on to the cattle cart today as Man U were playing Lyon so knew the roads would be gridlocked this evening .. how right I was !! but missed the show though!

I hasten to add it is car tomorrow just to hook up with Chris (or Andy) and his team!
Just want to add that Monday had me rocking with Brown Sugar & the seamless link ..... full volume on Deansgate ... fabulous