In The Attic We Trust...

Yesterday, I climbed up into the attic in order to store some stuff. I got distracted by a customer's mobile phone call, and during which, I managed to lose my footing and cause a bit of damage.

I got one foot and leg through the ceilings plasterboard, I managed to bang my privates on a beam, I twisted my ankle and my knee joint, I managed to bang my arms on the floor, I hurt my thumbs and hands in the fall, I banged my chest against the ladders, plus various other cuts and bruises, all over the place..

And you know when you are in pain, you just sit it out, don't do anything, curse and wait. So I sat down, with my leg still dangling down.

The almighty bang and commotion alerted the family, my son and daughter in particular. My son was shouting at me and telling me to get down now... As for my daughter, well, she found the whole episode very amusing and she could not stop laughing.
 
Apart from my pride, the hole in the ceiling, the twisted ankle and the few cuts and bruises, I think I coped very well,  As for the customer, I told him the next day and apologised for abruptly cutting him off, and told him the story, he laughed, and I got a new order...

Ainsley Harriott - Is there anything this man does not sell.

The man would sell anything for anybody, regardless of quality or taste... Every Product, recommended by this man, or carries the name of this man, has been shit..

It is obvious that he just puts his name and image on anything, as long as the price is right. And judging by the range of naff products, the price must be really, really cheap.

This rant is not because I don't like the man, it's because I trust him and his judgment, or that is what I keep doing when I buy more and more stuff with his name on, to be later disappointed at the quality, or lack of.

Ainsley Harriott

If there's something strange in your pots and pans
Who you gonna call?
Ainsley Harriott!

If you need a face, for a crappy plan
Who you gonna call?
Ainsley Harriott!

What would he not sell?
What would he not sell?


If you're seeing things that pass for food
Who can you call?
Ainsley Harriott!

It looks like shit, and it don't taste good
Oh, who you gonna call?
Ainsley Harriott!

What would he not sell?
What would he not sell?


Who you gonna call?
Ainsley Harriott!

If you're all alone, pick up the phone
And call
Ainsley Harriott!

What would he not sell?
What would he not sell?


I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid of no crap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call?
Ainsley Harriott!

If you've some crap, you want to sell
You'd better call
Ainsley Harriott!


Let me tell you something
Harriott makes me feel good

I ain't afraid of no crap
I ain't afraid of no crap

Don't get caught alone, oh no
Ainsley Harriott!

When it comes through your door
Unless you just want some more
I think you better call
Ainsley Harriott!

Ow!

Who you gonna call
Ainsley Harriott!

2011 - Capitalism in Action.

An old lady digging for scrap metal has brought down internet services to two countries after slicing through an important fibre-optic cable. Georgian police arrested the 75-year-old pensioner after she single-handedly cut off Internet connections in Georgia and neighbouring Armenia, the interior ministry said.

The woman hacked into the cable which runs through Georgia to Armenia, forcing internet users in both countries offline. "She found the cable while collecting scrap metal and cut it with a view to stealing it," Georgian interior ministry spokesman Zura Gvenetadze said. She was arrested in the village of Ksani, north of capital Tbilisi, and has been charged with damaging property. The pensioner could face up to three years in prison if convicted. "Taking into account her advancing years, she has been released pending the end of the investigation and subsequent trial,".

I don't think that a 75 year old would do such a thing, if it wasn't out of sheer desperation.

Jade & Isabelle

Natwest Bank...

Nothing hidden, just the facts...

It's called Lamb's Lettuce for a reason....

I've just been to Tesco (shopping). I saw a selection of "Salad Leaves" on sale, and was intrigued. What will these little beauties taste like. Are they going to be the culinary experience that I have been longing for.

The bags and design looked very enticing, and managed to strike a cord with me, so I decided, what the hell, lets try these leaves in a salad (and the price was not bad either)..

All that I know, these bloody leaves are really tasty, if you are a Lamb, sadly, I'm not, so I really did not like the taste - It's obvious that the "mixed little leaves" were gathered by Tesco employees from the messy garden, 200 yards down the road, to the left of the store, while the Lamb's Lettuce, collected from Lamb's excrement (Shit, to me and you).

The "Lamb's Lettuce" was tasteless, but it did leave a nasty, oily, grubby feel in one's mouth (and a crappy aftertaste),  while the "Little Mixed Leaves" tasted very aniseedy, probably just like any other leaf you pick up of the floor and pretend that it's a salad leaf.... Regardless, those are 2 more products to avoid...

Colour me your colour, baby...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2011/mar/04/daily-star-reporter-quits-protest