Earth.. !0-05-14 21:49.

[Bullet Magnet]

May the winged demons of the dark night swoop down into my living room and take my soul to the backside of the moon...

Sweet Baby Jesus, this is worse then crucifixion..

Yep, Eurovision..

Beam me up Scotty.... :dc:

[Bullet Magnet]

[Bullet Magnet]

There is now a creepy bloke, looks something like Golum and Stephen Hawkinds love child, on top of a white ladder, destroying Beethoven's Ode to Joy..



Nooooo..

[BENNU]

Was that today?

[Dusak]

Saw the winner on BBC this morning, seemed a nice boy/girl/ thingy type to me. Wonder which dressing room/ loo was made available for this particular contender. [nice dress though]

[Chocolate Eclair]

Too political for most viewers.

[Bullet Magnet]

I was stuck in the house last night, due to copious quantities of rain and wind. There was no escape...

Political ? In more ways than one, who thought the guy / girl bearded weirdy was going to win ? Of course he /she was, just like Dana International all those years ago.

Its going to take weeks of therapy to get over this.. :dc:

Need to cleanse my soul and remove this curse, that which has been seen, cannot be unseen...
I shall take myself to the stone circle and walk around it 9 times widderschynnes..

[Brian Yare]

I was stuck in the house last night, due to copious quantities of rain and wind. There was no escape...

Even if you only have one channel on your TV there is always the off button (or you could pray for a power cut).

[Dusak]

I was stuck in the house last night, due to copious quantities of rain and wind. There was no escape...

Even if you only have one channel on your TV there is always the off button (or you could pray for a power cut).

Quite true Brian, but as I've done myself, you keep watching ''just in case things get better.'' Bad shows like this are addictive to the brain and stops common sense from kicking in. Many the time over here I have watched The Voice, asking myself after it has finished why have I just wasted one hour of my life--every week!

[Bullet Magnet]

I was stuck in the house last night, due to copious quantities of rain and wind. There was no escape...

Even if you only have one channel on your TV there is always the off button (or you could pray for a power cut).

I was captive in my own living room, my wife has control over the TV, as I dont watch it except for films.
Could not use one of the spare rooms, as they were occupied by Grandchildren....

You Sir, would have been welcome to come round and TRY to tell her to turn it off...

[BENNU]

my wife has control over the TV...
Could not use one of the spare rooms, as they were occupied by Grandchildren....

And you know just how blessed you are.

[Brian Yare]

I was stuck in the house last night, due to copious quantities of rain and wind. There was no escape...

Even if you only have one channel on your TV there is always the off button (or you could pray for a power cut).

I was captive in my own living room, my wife has control over the TV, as I dont watch it except for films.
Could not use one of the spare rooms, as they were occupied by Grandchildren....

You Sir, would have been welcome to come round and TRY to tell her to turn it off...

I, Sir, would have left the room, or the house, and gone elsewhere. If in Luxor I would probably gone to the Rammeseum Rest House where I am guaranteed no TV (and often no power). If at home in Luxor and unable to go out there is always the possibly of faking a Power Cut. Circuit breakers are wonderful things!

[Dusak]

When we speak of remote controls, or the possession of, this is most categorically a mans item of privilege and entitlement. Past marriages were always rewarded with what ever the other asked for/needed/demanded and expected, with the exception of control over the remotes. Grow a backbone BM, throw caution to the wind and make a stand for mans rights. [ Just in case my advise goes tits up, below is a very nice, quite hospital with a TV in the private rooms so you can press away and change channels until your hearts content. Providing of course that you can still see and hear.]

Abergele Hospital
Llanfair Road
Abergele
North Wales
LL22 8DP
01745 832295

[BENNU]

From next year the children will be joining Grandmother and you can find an empty guest room.

[Bullet Magnet]

I have attempted to change one of the spare rooms into a Computer room / come Sanctum sanctorum, however all attempts have been thwarted.
the MAIN FLAW in that plan was the no smoking policy in the house that was introduced some time ago, and brutally enforced...
But, it does pay dividends with not having to decorate the house so often, I have to admit.

When removing my Garage last year, ( since all it housed was junk ), and I wanted a Shed in its place. But no, we bought a new garage and now that has all new junk in it.. Genius...
Spare rooms must be kept spare for the Grandchildren and other waifs and strays.. Garage is too impersonal, unlike a nice wooden garden shed with log burner and chimney...

TV is mankinds biggest waste of time in my humble opinion, even Alison was getting angry yesterday when the news mentioned that 10 Nurses had been suspended from a hospital for falsifying records.
it took me 10 minutes to calm her down and explain that it has no effect on her and she should ignore this event.

I have only been exposed to this EuroVision farce once in the last 40 years, and I will ensure its at least another 40 years until the next exposure...

I will ensure my Grandchildren do not have to endure this benign mediocrity, but I think they have much better taste in Music.. The Little one is a Big DIO fan, and cant imagine why....

\M/ \M/

[Dusak]

Do not speak to me about garages [why do people have them but never put a car inside?] I had a garage, as well as a shed, the shed was only small, just large enough to house the garden tools. My garage on the other hand was my retreat from the chaos [this is not just a theory, it truly exists] of the house, smoke as much as I wanted, listen to my so called ''crap radio 4'' every day as I created and repaired various things to do with my job.

Anyway, this listed building of mine was over forty years old constructed of fabricated concrete sections with a corrugated asbestos roof and had been placed on top of a high concrete base which was beginning to crack. So I thought it was time for a complete make over project.

So, over the dining table she glared at me, instinctively knowing that I was about to make an announcement that was to benefit me and not her as she had seen me with my trusty tape measure weighing up the job. So I outlined the project.

I would demolish the old garage and remove the steel reinforced concrete base, replace it with a larger one and build a brick garage with UPVC windows and a good roof using a new material that looked like Spanish tiling that I had seen advertised in the trade mags. ''How much'' she asked, ''About three thousand '' I replied. ''Complete waste of money'' came the reply, which was expected as anything I spent/did was always a waste of money, but yet another handbag, skip full of makeup, no problem as these were essentials.

I started work on the demolition, got rid of the base and lowered the ground level by another two feet as I had decided to put a loo in there to save, yet again, the trampling in of sawdust and all my other foot-clinging crap that only men seem to gather and freely deposit through the house. All the time I was receiving ear ache about the cost and its no use value, not only from her, but her friends as well. Talk about a gang bang, my head was thudding with the cross fired verbals. So I hatched a plan, not of revenge, but an exercise in showing the true value of money. When it benefits others.

First I laid the drains, water pipe and electric conduits then put in the new base. I then constructed a large log cabin, she not noticing that it had no up& over for a car. I used the new roofing material that I mentioned earlier, fully insulated with a pine clad ceiling. I then fitted double glazed patio doors to the rear, she still not thinking that it would be an impossibility to get a car through the house to use them, double glazed window to the side. BY this time the tea and bacon sarnie delivery had virtually come to a full stop as bottom lip rule came into affect, which suited me as that meant that I could start the biggy part.

I bought underfloor heating, tiled over it and set into them some really naff looking fossils that I had bought when out in the Lake District one day. I know they were naff as she told me they were. Then I took delivery of a very large package that as far as she was concerned was a special insulation for noise when I was using my power tools. She just grunted. This package was in fact a four person sauna. I had already installed the loo and sink. I then fitted the sound system, another secret package that was special screws as far as she was concerned. Another session of grunts. Set in the pine ceiling were one hundred small LCD lights that were activated by the sound system with various mood music settings. Then came the grand finish, the delivery and installation of a nine person hot tub with 132 jets and aromatherapy. This was a covert operation when I knew she would be out for the day with her mates. Job was completed at a cost of £12,000.

She arrived home exhausted from buying even more clothes, I even getting a new shirt, but I think that this was only because it was reduced to half price. It took a great deal of persuasion to finely get her to come outside to see my finished garage, but finally she did. She quietly inspected the place, watching as the lights pulsated to the music that I had set the disc to play Handles Water Music as I pressed the remote. ''Nice to see what you've been spending the money on, should of put your bed in here as well while you were at it.'' She changed her tune when I explained that it was all for her and her mates to enjoy, calling it an early anniversary present. I think that she was generally pleased, but added it was a pity that I hadn't installed a shower. Funny thing was, she never asked how much it had all cost and never thanked me for sacrificing my beloved garage. Still, I benefited from many quiet periods over the years we lived there as she and her chums soaked within the warm waters while sipping on G&T's although it was me that had to keep delivering them until I put a small fridge in with tonics and lemons and two bottles of gin. Sometimes the sacrifices of man go unnoticed in history but benefit him greatly.

[Darkstar]

I have a pretty good escape route, being a radio ham I have my shortwave radio so I put on headphones, get on the morse key,and complain to all my mates. The best thing is her indoors doesn't understand morse code (just as well really ).

[Dusak]

I have a pretty good escape route, being a radio ham I have my shortwave radio so I put on headphones, get on the morse key,and complain to all my mates. The best thing is her indoors doesn't understand morse code (just as well really ).

Never make the fatal mistake of underestimating the intelligence of a silent woman Darkstar, no words do not necessarily mean no understanding. Never noticed that when a woman gets agitated the first thing she does is to start taping out her fingers on the nearest hard surface. A lot of folk talk to themselves, one way or another.

[Darkstar]

I have a pretty good escape route, being a radio ham I have my shortwave radio so I put on headphones, get on the morse key,and complain to all my mates. The best thing is her indoors doesn't understand morse code (just as well really ).

Never make the fatal mistake of underestimating the intelligence of a silent woman Darkstar, no words do not necessarily mean no understanding. Never noticed that when a woman gets agitated the first thing she does is to start taping out her fingers on the nearest hard surface. A lot of folk talk to themselves, one way or another.

Oops, oh bugger!

[Bullet Magnet]