Sunday Snippet (38 )

While surfing the net, getting miffed at all the adverts surrounding my web of interest, I came across one for Ikea.  It informed me of it's new title which was:
                    
              ~ YOU DREAM IT, WE MAKE IT ~


 
Daft really, isn't it? Relying on my dreams being mostly about cheap wood and cupboards! 

Now THIS shelf, I really like, but have cash flow problems at the 'mo. Wonder what Ikea's equivalent to this one would be like?
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~ Eat Up, Then ~

I do believe that the title of anything should speaks for the rest of it, big time!  That's why I'm *pickled-tink* with these food palaces.  Even in the age of clever photoshopping, (don't know if that is even a word) I can vouch for the majority of these being genuine.  How do I know........?  'Cause if I had the option, I'd be looking at similar names for my own kitchens!!


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My Google Plus A-Cunt!

I am so peed off!  My Youtube account no longer allows me to comment on comments!  No, I haven't been trollying or whatever (I've only ever been nice, except when coming across clips with Russell Crowe in them!) so I'm not banned or sanctioned or the likes.  Just pissed off that I can't comment on others' comments.

Now - I like to put in my tuppence-worth as much as any British gal, but it's the daft things like not being able to share guitar chords, or ask dumb questions, that I hate to miss out on!  But I'm not singled out - there are heap-loads more like me!  Apparently, it's a Google + problem.

The solution that seems to be working for others is to delete their + account and all associated features or content, then log back in again. But I don't know how this effects Blogger. So, after once accidentally deleting my blog before (from 2005-2007) I'm scared to try what seems to be working for the masses!

So, shit-guy - if you're in the same boat or chuffing train as me.......... HEEEEEEELP!

Get To 'F' (31)

Getting F'd this week comes in the shape of my favourite bird, the Flamingo, who seem to be coping with the farmyard mocker!

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☻ ☺ Deadly Serious? ☺ ☻

I'm all for self-preservation and trying to look your best at times but these poor, once beloved creatures of God, living eternity like this..!?  If my darling Simon had returned from the taxidermist in this kinda state, I'd have told him to well and truly get stuffed!!  Keep 'em in an urn and photo album -  it's less horrific!

 ps........my favourite is at 0.34 where the poor kitty looks less ferocious and more camp!

What A Waste....!

PrettyBoy got in from his night shift at the hospital at 7am this morning.  He'd been on robot and porter duties, the latter which includes him and a colleague  sneaking off for a sly coffee every half hour  guiding huge cages of waste - mainly food -  from wards, kitchens and shops, to the refuse area. 

This is an action they both hate following.  It is policy to destroy any food or vanity product that has to be sold within the 'best before' date on the item.  Most of these goods still have a day or two to spare as newer goods are delivered.  I kid you not, but a massive mound, a HUGE variety of meats, sandwiches, sweets, coffee beans, chocolates, desserts, filled fruit baskets, and toiletries, are binned.  The majority of the stuff comes from Marks & Spencer and Starbucks. And despite same-day-date-dumping, they still have a few days (and some, weeks)  to spare before actual spoilage.  They are instructed to slit the packets before dumping them.

What irritates me the most is that these products could go to other causes. Particularly the homeless. People would be more than happy to collect and distribute for that and other charitable causes. Hang - I'd even be happy to see it go to the fox or urban wildlife!  But it ALL must go.  Destroyed.

I know policy is policy but the next scrawny, malnourished and weary soul's cup that I chuck a couple of quid into, I could be letting them in on a resolve to their day's hunger and sparing them the public plea.  Weird, isn't it, that a place that is paramount to our well-being, is denying some the most important requirement of survival?  What a shit world we live in! 
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Versus You

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By old folk in tweed hats and coats,
Who half the time were smiling out
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It festers high upon the shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself

Because you just might miss your mum
And dad, when babies diss the books
Colic cries and lullabies
They'll be there to magic up a fluke

They'll still loathe one another, hard
More so almost every day
But love you more than they feel hate
Victorious in either way

It's difficult for pride to show
And sincerity comes even less
When their parents tut and shooed them off
No interest in their interests

They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do
They're not quite living by the book
Just wanting all the best for you.