Norris McWhirter
I was e-mailing my friend yesterday and wanted to mention Norris McWhirter in the e-mail. (Norris was the co-founder of the Guinness Book Of World Records and an ever present back on Record Breakers as the official adjudicator right up until his death. If you are around 29 or older and British you will know who i mean.) Anyway, I was unsure of how to spell his surname so did a google search to find out. One of the pages that comes up is a link to an interesting and shocking BBC news story about the death of tv presenter Ross McWhirter. I had never heard of him, but he was Norris' twin brother who co-founded the book with him and presented Record Breakers before Roy Castle. Ross was particularly anti IRA. He was so anti IRA that he offered a reward of £50,000 for information leading to the arrest of IRA bombers. The IRA were not best pleased with this and the Balcombe gang sent two gunmen to his house and killed him by shooting him in the head twice.
Odd to think that sort of thing was happening in the UK only 30 years ago.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
School Trousers
As i was using the toilet the other day at work, i looked down in to my favorite work trousers and noticed a name was sewn in to them as if they were a pair of school trousers. Worryingly though, it was not my name sewn in to the trousers, but the name of one of my school friends. So I am wearing my friend's school trousers to work. I am 29.
I have no idea how it happened, but they are a good fit and are good smart work trousers so i will continue to wear them.
As i was using the toilet the other day at work, i looked down in to my favorite work trousers and noticed a name was sewn in to them as if they were a pair of school trousers. Worryingly though, it was not my name sewn in to the trousers, but the name of one of my school friends. So I am wearing my friend's school trousers to work. I am 29.
I have no idea how it happened, but they are a good fit and are good smart work trousers so i will continue to wear them.
Woolacombe
Woolacombe is great. I made it down on Friday night in time to have a couple of pints before bed. On Saturday I went for a run along the beach, ate pasties for lunch, went for a walk along the beautiful coast, had a good tapas dinner(and free fireworks show thanks to someone getting married at the posh hotel near the restaurant) and a couple of pints in the only oldish pub left in Woolacombe. It is all trendy night spots nowadays. Sunday was more relaxed but i did go surfing and had a great Sunday lunch in a country pub. And Monday started with some surfing - my brother and I were the first in the sea, which was cool. Another walk along the coast and a crab sandwich lunch in a village pub finished the holiday off nicely.
I want to live by the sea. I intend to look in to it. Sadly, I probably won't though...
Woolacombe is great. I made it down on Friday night in time to have a couple of pints before bed. On Saturday I went for a run along the beach, ate pasties for lunch, went for a walk along the beautiful coast, had a good tapas dinner(and free fireworks show thanks to someone getting married at the posh hotel near the restaurant) and a couple of pints in the only oldish pub left in Woolacombe. It is all trendy night spots nowadays. Sunday was more relaxed but i did go surfing and had a great Sunday lunch in a country pub. And Monday started with some surfing - my brother and I were the first in the sea, which was cool. Another walk along the coast and a crab sandwich lunch in a village pub finished the holiday off nicely.
I want to live by the sea. I intend to look in to it. Sadly, I probably won't though...
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Hit in the testicles. ooof.
I was driving straight from home down to Woolacombe on Friday night and so grabbed myself a sandwich after work to eat on the walk to the station. As i struggled to extricate said sandwich from its wrapper, i fumbled it but was quick enough to catch it before it hit the floor. Sadly i caught it by bringing my hand down and trapping the sandwich against my testicles. It hurt. It must have been funny to watch though.
I was driving straight from home down to Woolacombe on Friday night and so grabbed myself a sandwich after work to eat on the walk to the station. As i struggled to extricate said sandwich from its wrapper, i fumbled it but was quick enough to catch it before it hit the floor. Sadly i caught it by bringing my hand down and trapping the sandwich against my testicles. It hurt. It must have been funny to watch though.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
tatooed man
I was buying some beer at our local corner store last night to go along with the delicious curry we ordered to have delivered when a tatooed man walked in to the store, had a bit of a look around and then asked the lady behind the counter, "Do you have any boxes of champagne?" (whilst doing a mime of pushing the plastic thing at the front of a box of wine.)
Because I am a snob I found this funny.
This story reminds me of another box request story. This time i was in a kebab shop waiting for a particularly delicious kebab when an enormous (both tall and very fat) man walked in and asked "How much for a box of meat?" (A large box of various kebab meat is only £4 apparently)
I was buying some beer at our local corner store last night to go along with the delicious curry we ordered to have delivered when a tatooed man walked in to the store, had a bit of a look around and then asked the lady behind the counter, "Do you have any boxes of champagne?" (whilst doing a mime of pushing the plastic thing at the front of a box of wine.)
Because I am a snob I found this funny.
This story reminds me of another box request story. This time i was in a kebab shop waiting for a particularly delicious kebab when an enormous (both tall and very fat) man walked in and asked "How much for a box of meat?" (A large box of various kebab meat is only £4 apparently)
Monday, September 17, 2007
Japan
Japan is amazing. A beautiful, friendly, polite, crime free, karaoke laden, bizarre, sushi filled land of fun with really cool, really fast trains. I had an awesome time.
My two favorite evenings were the first night we got there in Nagoya and a night at the baseball in Tokyo. For our first night we went out for a couple of beers before walking down a street full of bars and restaurants to find somewhere to eat. A lady standing outside a restaurant beckoned us in and although the menu had no English writing on it, there were pictures so we would have some idea of what we were ordering, which was not always the case. We sat at a table next to the stage, which was being used to show a John Wayne movie on loop with the sound off. The music was a selection of cheesy Western love ballads. We ordered some drinks and a selection of food to share and were generally having a good time when the Japanese man sitting at the next table along decided it was the right time to start masturbating. From my angle all i can see was his hand making a mastubatory motion, but the people on the other side of the table confirmed there was flesh on display. One of the waitresses noticed his tumescent condition and politely asked him to stop. As his fun had come to an end for the evening, the man got up to leave but was so paralytically drunk at this point that he fell forward flat on his face. Again, no fuss was made. Two of the waiters helped him up and out of the restaurant. I don't think the same behaviour in the UK would have been treated in such a friendly manner. The evening's entertainment didn't stop there though. We continued eating and drinking and to finish the evening off the bar ran a bar wide rock paper scissors competition, led by one of the waitresses up on stage. By virtue of not really understanding what was going on we won the first round and were rewarded with a pen. And then on to the karaoke box place just down the street to finish things off with a couple hours of drunken singing. Masturbating man, rock paper scissors competition and karaoke... It was a great evening.
The baseball was the most enjoyable sporting event i have been to in ages. It was the Hanshin Tigers (Apparently Japanese baseball's best fans) vs the Yamuri Giants. I decided to support the Tigers because they had a good headband, which i sported throughout the game. It got me some good interaction with the Tigers fans. The atmosphere was brilliant, like a football game because of all the singing going on. It was a great game too, the Tigers won it 9-7 in the 10th inning. (That means it was very close to anyone unfamiliar with baseball parlance.) And you could bring beers in from outside so it was a pleasantly drunken experience. There was a lot of high tenning with Japanese people towards the end of the game.
Japan is amazing. A beautiful, friendly, polite, crime free, karaoke laden, bizarre, sushi filled land of fun with really cool, really fast trains. I had an awesome time.
My two favorite evenings were the first night we got there in Nagoya and a night at the baseball in Tokyo. For our first night we went out for a couple of beers before walking down a street full of bars and restaurants to find somewhere to eat. A lady standing outside a restaurant beckoned us in and although the menu had no English writing on it, there were pictures so we would have some idea of what we were ordering, which was not always the case. We sat at a table next to the stage, which was being used to show a John Wayne movie on loop with the sound off. The music was a selection of cheesy Western love ballads. We ordered some drinks and a selection of food to share and were generally having a good time when the Japanese man sitting at the next table along decided it was the right time to start masturbating. From my angle all i can see was his hand making a mastubatory motion, but the people on the other side of the table confirmed there was flesh on display. One of the waitresses noticed his tumescent condition and politely asked him to stop. As his fun had come to an end for the evening, the man got up to leave but was so paralytically drunk at this point that he fell forward flat on his face. Again, no fuss was made. Two of the waiters helped him up and out of the restaurant. I don't think the same behaviour in the UK would have been treated in such a friendly manner. The evening's entertainment didn't stop there though. We continued eating and drinking and to finish the evening off the bar ran a bar wide rock paper scissors competition, led by one of the waitresses up on stage. By virtue of not really understanding what was going on we won the first round and were rewarded with a pen. And then on to the karaoke box place just down the street to finish things off with a couple hours of drunken singing. Masturbating man, rock paper scissors competition and karaoke... It was a great evening.
The baseball was the most enjoyable sporting event i have been to in ages. It was the Hanshin Tigers (Apparently Japanese baseball's best fans) vs the Yamuri Giants. I decided to support the Tigers because they had a good headband, which i sported throughout the game. It got me some good interaction with the Tigers fans. The atmosphere was brilliant, like a football game because of all the singing going on. It was a great game too, the Tigers won it 9-7 in the 10th inning. (That means it was very close to anyone unfamiliar with baseball parlance.) And you could bring beers in from outside so it was a pleasantly drunken experience. There was a lot of high tenning with Japanese people towards the end of the game.
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