Flushed with success
So that’s another little arbitrary milestone passed.
I am always amused at the hype over a day that is, in effect exactly like every other day. Someone picked a day that is eleven days after the Winter Solstice and decided that was the start of the year. Why? We’ll never know.
So far the year has started as I expect it to go on – up to my elbows in cold water trying to get a toilet to flush properly. The water had been flowing into the cistern and straight out again down the pan. Being a genius with a lump-hammer, I managed to fix it.
My predictions for the year? I don’t have any. All I know is that our Glorious Gubmint Trough-feeders will carry on trying to squeeze more and more money out of us to fund their lavish lifestyle and to fund their friendship with the EU. They will continue to regale us with lies about how the financial crisis is all but over. They will continue to assure us that our massive debt is to be renegotiated next month. [They have been saying that for two years now, but next month never seems to arrive]
What would I wish for in the coming year? First and foremost I wish that people would fucking leave me alone and stop trying to force me to live their dreary grey lifestyles. If I want to smoke, drink and eat what I like then that is my fucking business and none of theirs. I am an adult and I am quite capable of making my own decisions.
I would dearly like to see our Glorious Gubmint grow a pair of balls and start putting the people before the Troika. Even better, I would love to see the EU collapse under the weight of its own corruption. That would be a massive cause for celebration.
Of course this is the year of the Gathering – the year where all foreigners of Irish descent are invited over to our blighted shores to be mugged for every cent. I daresay we will hear a lot more about that?
In the meantime, I presume I shall continue scribbling away. I may even make some serious progress with The Book which has not been idle but has been somewhat neglected for the last while. I know it will never see the light of day, but I would like to finish it anyway just to satisfy myself.
In the meantime, I don’t know whether 2012 was a good or bad year for you lot, but I sincerely hope that 2013 is a lot better for you, whether you are a commentor [commentator?], reader, lurker, troll or supershadow.
As far as I am concerned, it couldn’t be any worse.
Was it a failed siphon washer perhaps?
I have no idea. The lump-hammer approach, while effective, doesn't leave much by way of diagnosis.
"The Gathering." Sounds like an old horror movie. Happy New Year Y'all.
Wasn't there a play called The Scattering? [Heh! Just looked it up. There was, back in the '60s. I think I may have actually seen it?!]
One can get addicted to predictions GD – As William Shatner learned ..
Here ..Was watching this earlier.. great stuff.
What was the one with Sebasitan Cabot, where he thinks he's in heaven, but it's actually hell.. was trying to think of it after a post a few weeks back on a related theme.
Anyways, like you say.. same as any other day.. well, except more time for watching old t.v. episodes and movies.. back to the grindstone tomorrow.. 🙁
Now you have me utterly confused, but never mind – when am I not?
And you know you are going to spend the whole day reading this when you should be working!
Alright.. well you were mentioning predictions above and that episode came to mind as it's also about predictions.. gettit? 🙂
Ah nevermind, I'll have to put more thought into my rambles going forward..
Re spending the whole day reading this.. well I can multitask you know, I'm not a man.
Ok and this – "What was the one with Sebasitan Cabot, where he thinks he's in heaven, but it's actually hell.. was trying to think of it after a post a few weeks back on a related theme"
Was about this – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wnevk-6h6aI
Which reminded me of this – http://headrambles.com/2012/12/22/life-in-hell/
Nevermind.. was slightly hungover. 🙂
Oh another thing.. don't you love how they puff away on the smokes on the t.v. back then?!
The still do. There was that yoke "The Hour" on recently where the screen was filled with fug at all times.
I hope to check out my estate in the old country next summer, but it won’t be a return home on account of that government sponsored exercise called The Gathering. The only thing it gathers is taxes.
Wasn’t there a scheme in the early 1950s called An Tostal: Ireland at Home? I think communities around the country organised community activities, festivals and things to cheer up themselves and any holidaying emigrants. I seem to remember the post office issued a stamp to mark its inception.
Indeed it was:
The name certainly rings a bell. I also think I have a few of those stamps hanging around, if I haven't dumped my childhood collection.
Totally agree with you sentiments regarding the EU (spits).
Given their way they will have us all wearing identical grey boiler suits with your citizen number printed on the breast pocket. As long as there are old buggers like us around, there is still hope (peers over shoulder). Anyway comrade citizen, must go and see what the meat ration is today….
Ah ha, Grandad. You collected stamps as a youngster. I did so meself, and still have the stamp album in an attic teachest. Would you mind posting an item about stamp collecting, with a few of the old stamps? I remember it was impossible to get used stamps from San Marino, Monaco and Tristan da Chuna because most stamps from these countries were printed for sale to stamp dealers rather than letter writers. I can't imagine a long queue at the postal counter in Tristan da Chuna's one and only post ofice anyway.