New & Blue

This made a change.

I almost wrote that it made a welcome change, but that would be telling porkies. It did honestly make a nice change, though.

I'm sure you get tired of seeing the same old ads for viagra landing in your inbox every day? I now I do. To the point, in fact, where seeing this new and very blue ad almost made me smile.

I can't help wondering about the rabbit hole. The mind boggles.

Going To The Chapel and We're Gonna Get Married

You're supposed to sing that title, by the way.

Not that we're actually going to a chapel, nor have we made any definite plans, but Richard popped the question today so we're now officially engaged.

Yes, that's the ring.

He bought it at an antiques fair today and right there, bang in the middle of the hall, he asked me to marry him. And who said romance is dead?

I think maybe the fact that Tom was flirting with me on Richard's GoatFood might have swung it ;-)

Nerdiness

It's official! I wannabe a nerd!

Who's A Lucky Girl?

Yesterday I won 2.5 million Euros in a Dutch lottery - twice! I won 1 million pounds in The National Lottery email draw and was offered a share of 38 million dollars if I let a Russian heir to some fortune or another place his money in my bank account for 3 months. Boy have I got it made! So much so that the Chase Bank of America seem to think I have an account with them that's being hacked several times a day.

Should I need Viagra, I've been offered it at a huge 75% discount and I can even get a pack of 3 condoms absolutely free of charge when I order more than 30 of the same. I've also been offered Zoloft, but as I'm not sure what that is, I think I'll give that one a miss.

The unnamed Indian pain relief medication sounds interesting, as does the Prilosec, but only because I like the name and it ends with the initials I had as an unmarried girl.

What I don't understand, though, is why anybody would think I should need to enlarge my penis. Isn't it big enough as it is? Yes, I know it's non-existent but that's the point! I don't have one so why should it be bigger? Maybe they think I'll buy their 'Sensational Revolution in Medicine' for Richard? It'd certainly make an unusual gift idea but somehow I can't see him thanking me for it.

Isn't email a wonderful thing?

Flat Pack Men

I've just been listening to Future Radio, a local Norfolk radio that, thanks to the wonders of the Interweb, I can listen to whilst sat at home in Crewe.

The afternoon show was hosted by two girls who, quite honestly, reminded me of a pair of teenagers acting silly because they've been given some precious air-time, but they had a couple of interesting things to say. Not things they'd thought of themselves though.

One point that interested me was that, evidently, hairy men are quicker at putting up IKEA flat pack furniture than men with little body hair. I've no idea how this was measured or who was behind the study because, these girls being silly and boring, I wasn't listening much.

I imagine there's some link to testosterone. Men are traditionally hairy and once upon a time, women loved that. But now we hear girls like these two saying "would I want a hairy man putting up my flatpacks? I think not." Things have changed. We don't want MEN anymore, we want effeminate boys who are easily controlled.

I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this or where I actually wanted to go but there must have been a point. I think it had something to do with cavemen. Although I doubt they had flat-pack furniture.


Related Links:
Future Radio
Ikea

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Gene Pitney Dead and Gone

I didn't even know he was touring in the UK until I saw the news at lunch time. Aged just 65, Gene Pitney had been found dead in his bed this morning at a hotel in Cardiff. He'd shown no signs of illness and the cause of death is, as yet, unknown. The police aren't considering it suspicious.

I won't pretend I was a fan of Pitney. I wasn't. I don't have any CDs by the man and can only name two of his songs: "Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa" and then, much later, "Something's Got A Hold of My Heart".

The reason it saddens me a little that he's gone is because I remember my mum singing "Twenty Four Hours..." when I was a little girl. She always sang while she was cooking or doing the housework, and that was one of her favourites.

That's it really. I've nothing more to say on the subject. I won't be sending flowers.


Related Link:
BBC News Story