Gunpowder treason and clot
Ah, yes. It's 1.15 in the morning, and I really should have gone to bed, I guess. Naughty me. Slapped wrist.
We've just watched the season 1 finale of House and the pilot episode of same which we missed when it was first broadcast. This courtesy of the region 1 DVDs kindly lent by
itsjustaname. There are a couple other episodes we missed, and probably these will get watched tomorrow evening. Then I guess I hit the torrents, because Heaven forbid we wait for season 2 to air over here.
The DVDs themselves are a bit of a challenge as they are double-sided, and the episode details are written on the groove around the centre hole of the DVD. Happily my microscopic vision, whilst intermittent, is not yet completely defunct provided I hold the DVDs at least a foot from my eyes; time, I think, for that much delayed eye test. The long vision is becoming noticeable; I may be sporting spectacles next time you see me. The curse of long vision is that you can see your enemies coming from a distance, but once they've caught up with you, you can't see if they've gone so you have to be polite just in case.
A little piece of the universe was made plain to me this weekend, through close observation of the weather. Saturday, being 5 November was of course, Guy Fawkes night with fireworks and bonfires aplenty. The weather had been windy and wet for about ten days , but on Friday night it cleared to fresh and crisp with barely a breeze. I took this to be a sign that God is a protestant, who dislikes 17th century Catholics with treasonous tendencies. Of course, it pissed down with howling gales on Guy Fawkes night itself. The Friday weather proving to be a case of false hope.
This was proof that I was wrong, and God is in fact a Catholic with a sense of humour.
Good night.
We've just watched the season 1 finale of House and the pilot episode of same which we missed when it was first broadcast. This courtesy of the region 1 DVDs kindly lent by
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The DVDs themselves are a bit of a challenge as they are double-sided, and the episode details are written on the groove around the centre hole of the DVD. Happily my microscopic vision, whilst intermittent, is not yet completely defunct provided I hold the DVDs at least a foot from my eyes; time, I think, for that much delayed eye test. The long vision is becoming noticeable; I may be sporting spectacles next time you see me. The curse of long vision is that you can see your enemies coming from a distance, but once they've caught up with you, you can't see if they've gone so you have to be polite just in case.
A little piece of the universe was made plain to me this weekend, through close observation of the weather. Saturday, being 5 November was of course, Guy Fawkes night with fireworks and bonfires aplenty. The weather had been windy and wet for about ten days , but on Friday night it cleared to fresh and crisp with barely a breeze. I took this to be a sign that God is a protestant, who dislikes 17th century Catholics with treasonous tendencies. Of course, it pissed down with howling gales on Guy Fawkes night itself. The Friday weather proving to be a case of false hope.
This was proof that I was wrong, and God is in fact a Catholic with a sense of humour.
Good night.
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I'm pretty sure I would have exaggerated for effect anyway. ;-)
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Possibly God thought London needed a wash?
*Well, that's how it feels in summer. Being Mancunian, I need my annual quota of manky days or I get SAD.
enemies
My own dictum, of course, is bollocks to 'em. Every bloody one of them. May they boil in their own snot. Or at least may God rain on their fireworks - HA!
Popular chap, me.
Re: enemies
Well, I'm not very fast on my feet, you know.