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Sunday, April 30, 2006

THE AFFECTIONATE PUNCH 

Still can't summon up the energy to write one of those long, epic posts.

Mind you, if you subscribe to Bloglines, like me, doesn't your heart sink when you find out that there are 12 new posts and most of them are long, epic ones full of purple prose? Life is too short, more people are crowding out the internet with their blogs and most of us will just be reduced to putting a picture up and writing a terse caption underneath it soon. Trust me on this one.

Anyway, you will have to make do with the random mad musings of a manic middle aged munter today. Yuk.

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The already dead on its feet, well it seemed like a good idea on Thursday night Search Me team went out for a curry (I suppose this would qualify as a blog meet if we didn't already live in the same house).

As is often the case, the best dish was the starter, a spicy lentil soup which was too thick.

There was one of those slightly unhinged men who talks really loudly to his missus at the next table. They are always on the next table to us whenever we eat out.

My husband noticed that a woman of about 50 and man of about 25 left the restaurant together.

"Did you think it was disgusting?" I asked.

"No, not really."

They may have been a mother and son, anyway.

I only saw a couple of people "texxing" during the whole evening. Had I stepped back in time?

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Russell Brand is the most awful man ever to appear on television. If you've never seen him, you are lucky and will have to trust me on this one too. Even his cheekbones are annoying. He should be fed alive to a pack of hungry wolves. Then again, even they might be repulsed by him.

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I'll be back with another post soon.

In the meantime, British readers on their bank holiday are advised to do a bit of gardening or get stuck in a traffic jam for 5 hours so they can go to a designer outlet to buy some cut glass goblets and a pair of sale price, slightly out of fashion designer jeans which show their arse crack if they bend over. Laters!!!

Comments:
I'm ashamed to say I had to google Russell Brand. I then recognised him as someone who has been on television although under what pretext I'm not quite sure. Is he one of those people who attempts to present late night music shows on C4 in a matey down the pub type way but actually comes across as one of those twats you'd wish would spontaneously combust?

Anyway, here's a picture of him being special:

http://www.russellbrand.com/gallery.php?pageNum_rsPhotos=3&totalRows_rsPhotos=11#t
 
Russell Brand appears on youth tv programmes talking in a garbled and hysterical fashion while occasionally putting on a sub-Albert Steptoe voice, dressing like a Victorian ne'er do well, doing wild, hilarious stuff like photocopying his arse and generally being "outrageous" in the style that people who work in television think makes someone a wildcard creative genius. I mean, Chris Evans was a wildcard creative genius, apparently.

He's not special.
 
Oh! Him. Yes, he is an irritating tosser.

I'm gutted I missed the caravan comp. We had a 1902 Living Wagon complete with all its original wood-panelled interior, etched glass and gas lights. It smelt faintly of wee.
 
Hi manic middle aged munter
I agree with you about shorter blogs as I have serious A.D.D!
I'm going to aim for 100 words max per post!
But don't hold your breath
Good luck with Search me.
 
Cherrypie - gas lights and a wood- panelled interior sounds like some sort of accident waiting to happen, but I'm not sure what. I suppose it smelt of wee because everything and everybody used to in 1902.

Kaz - a maximum of 100 words a post sounds about right actually, but I couldn't be bothered to count them.

Search Me is taxi-ing down the runway and will take off fairly soon. With any luck.
 
c.50 F WLTM c.25 M? There used to be such interesting terms for the bloke in such relationships, 'gigolo' (very Agatha Christie) and 'Young Woodley' which seem to have dropped out of currency such is the tenor of our age. Congrats on Search Me - good idea and I hope it takes off really successfully.
 
Young Woodley is a much better expression than toy boy.

When I'm shut up in the residential home I'll tell people that I'm on the lookout for a Young Woodley and no one will know what I'm talking about.

Thanks re: Search Me. Mind you, with our team I doubt very much that it will be successful.
 
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