Friday, 10 July 2009

Who was that masked man?

As we go about our day, as we sleep peacefully in our warm beds, a battle is raging. A battle between the forces of darkness and the forces of light, between those who seek chaos and those who cherish and defend order. Many brave and good men have taken on this eternal struggle, but there is only one who has never bent, never hesitated to do what needs to be done. He is a rough, violent man who risks his own soul so that the rest of us may safely live out our lives in ignorant bliss. He seeks no credit. There are no medals, nor parades for men such as he. He fights for us and then, weary and bloodied, he returns to a life of simple anonymity, working in Britain's NHS. Who is this soldier? His name does not matter. But you can be sure of one thing, he wouldn't mind a bloody pay rise once in awhile. And if someone bought him a new van he would probably use it to catch evil people.

Apologies to Chuck Lorre.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009


Present, dibble,nutmeg,cud, jackal,just mike. apologies north eastern druid.
Well the meeting was pushed forward this week and we assembled early to partake of the sumptuous cuisine and also to get some more drinking in to celebrate our esteemed fellow apathees forthcoming nuptials (and his wedding as well).
Tips on how to keep mikes waistline in check before the main event in order for the suit to look just right were proffered and we landed on the right path eventually (lucky man).
The whole gamut of topics was raised this evening including the position of the moon having any kind of relationship to our moods up to and including the effects it has on those less fortunate than ourselves in the attic department.
We were also regaled by cud on his unfortunate week with dampcourse and the vagaries of house refurbishment (a distinct odour was noticed upon at this stage but politely ignored) (not).
It is worthy of note that as we discussed the forthcoming nuptials of said apathee we touched upon the stag night and it were informed that a curry night was in the offing (north eastern druid to be informed)
We also discussed the honeymoon and mike said he was heading to Barcelona for a week and we asked our resident drinking facillitator if she had any tips on where to go in barcelona.
This turned out to be a bit of a hot button for the lithe young pint puller (hot totty indeed sir)
And what followed was a lively diatribe on the various drinking establishments and where to steal the best glasses and also snippets of where to find gaudis best work .
Also we covered the best markets and best tours to see the city.
I left the company early as i now have dog walking duties and sleep to catch up on and i left my fellow apathees early.

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

(sniff) (sniff) pass me a hanky someone im not really into rock and roll but that wasquite touching