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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2009-11-14:/</id><title>donnyblogger</title><link rel="self" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>Random comments upon random things done randomly.</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-14T14:08:49+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2008-05-08:/2008/05/08/have-a-good-day-4149858/</id><title>have a good day?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2008/05/08/have-a-good-day-4149858/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2008-05-08T22:23:27+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:23:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Did you have a good day today?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I didn`t…and this is why. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I took my car to the dealer for the third time for him to sort out the crap Bluetooth connection. I was met with the same old drivel as before about compatibility of certain phones etc but they just seem to fail to understand…..why, for the sake of a mad mullah,  was it working perfectly for 9 months if it`s incompatible??&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So I left it with them and waited for them to give me a lift home. I sat and worked. Thirty minutes later I got a lift home. I arrived home just as the plumber arrived to fix the toilet. Half hour`s job he said. This placated wifey somewhat as she paced up and down dying for the loo, demanding why I didn`t tell her what time he was coming. I didn`t know. Have you tried getting a time of arrival out of a plumber? More chance of a free hand job from a lady of the night. I sat and worked.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thirty minutes later she can wait no longer. I have to get a cab to the outskirts of town because she can`t walk for fear of flooding the town again and go and spend a tenner in a coffee shop so she can have a pee. We returned home. I sat and worked.&lt;br&gt;
Half an hour later…..he was done. As he walked out another fella appeared at the door. The Water Company scientist who was here to investigate why our drinking water appears, over the past few months, to have been supplied to our tap directly (and unfiltered) from the River Ganges. Water off again but this time at the outside stopcock thing. Said scientist then proceeds to thrill me with his knowledge of water and how it is affected by the breakdown of compounds in old taps, washers, pipes and anything else to do with the water supply. I sat and tried to work but his genuine interest in his job was so thrilling that I found myself enthralled by the history of the tap.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;An hour later he is almost done and goes out to turn on the outside stopcock thing. He returns frowning…. It`s stuck and faulty. We shall have to get the men out but don`t worry they will be here this afternoon. He will return at tea time to complete his tests once the supply has been re-established. He left. I sat and worked.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thirty minutes later the men arrive and proceed to quiz me upon the actions of the scientist, their view being that he must have done something to cause this problem. I explained, “I know nothing Mr Faulty!” so off they went with tools in hand. I sat and worked.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Twenty minutes later they returned….all ok now. Is your water working? I have no idea! You told me it wasn`t so I haven`t tried it. I tried it, it didn`t. Much discussion followed and eventually it came to work. I sat and worked.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ten minutes later another knock. I open the door to find the water men quizzing the new man, who they presumed to be the water scientist, about his knowledge of water systems and how he had come to stop it working. He didn`t know. He was from the car dealer and had come to pick me up.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Get to the dealer and face the same old answers. Basically it`s a factory fit option that should not be allowed to be fitted to a pedal car.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I get home to find the road closed by bollards and plastic fences left by the water men who have now disappeared. I finally get in the house. I sit and work. Ten minutes later the water scientist returns, turns the water off and on again, makes sure that it is wet and goes.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So do not ask me if I have had a good day please!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2008/05/08/have-a-good-day-4149858/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-12-14:/2007/12/15/sex_in_the_street~3445464/</id><title>sex in the street</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/12/15/sex_in_the_street~3445464/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-12-15T00:51:20+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:51:20+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I was about to recount a very erotic yet amusing tale of sex in the street when I noticed that I`ve kegged the sleeve on my new jumper. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It`s put me right off.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/12/15/sex_in_the_street~3445464/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-12-13:/2007/12/13/remember_today_won_t_you~3440570/</id><title>Remember today won`t you.....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/12/13/remember_today_won_t_you~3440570/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-12-13T23:34:00+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:34:00+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Well it`s been 7 months since a blog. Why did I stop? maybe life took over....maybe I stopped being funny...maybe I never was funny!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But it isn`t humour that has called me back, it is this......&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Remember today when the time arrives for the next general election won`t you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today the Prime Minister of Great Britain surrendered many of our sovereign rights to a European Parliament. And he did it secretly so the newsreel could not be aired and aired again (maybe near a General Election). We are treated with contempt.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is a treaty which many senior European politicians boast is little different to that rejected by the French and Dutch populace a couple of years ago; yet we are told it is nothing like the original.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, have we ever voted to have a President? No we haven’t but my friends, that is what we will soon have – a President of the European Union…….representing us!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I could give you many examples of waste – like the fact that the whole shooting match is moved from Brussels to Strasbourg and back again every so often just to satisfy the honour of the French, or the fact that a new Radio Europe station is soon to hit the airwaves broadcasting European propaganda which we will subsidise to the tune of £11500/day – but you are probably already aware of these and a hundred others.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It is best summed up by the fact that, a few weeks ago, for the THIRTEENTH consecutive year, the appointed Auditors refused to sign off the accounts because so much money could not be accounted for. That`s right, the thirteenth year ffs!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If that happened to a Director of a business he would at the very least face the sack and possibly jail. Those clowns have got away with it for thirteen years. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Remember today when the time arrives for the next general election won`t you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/12/13/remember_today_won_t_you~3440570/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-05-19:/2007/05/19/women_fighting~2299906/</id><title>Women Fighting</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/05/19/women_fighting~2299906/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-05-19T23:57:52+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:57:52+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I read a blog just yesterday which reminded me of something....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago I was in a large Chinese Restaurant following a day at the races. I think just about everyone else in there had been racing too and I think it is fair to say that some were a little worse for wear.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i go off to the toilet and standing by the door are two women having a ermmmm heated debate (about a man of course).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When I came out, the debate was becoming more heated and was on the verge of a catfight.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Using my usual charm, wit and repartee I tried to diffuse the situation by suggesting that they should take it outside...preferably to a mud filled paddling pool where they could undress and fight naked, charging men a tenner to watch.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It had the desired effect in that a giggle was raised. hugs and kisses followed, tearful remorse from both of them but then......they had a right old go at me for being a typical man!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wish I`d just read the Bible to them.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/05/19/women_fighting~2299906/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-05-19:/2007/05/19/parliamentary_pimps~2299806/</id><title>Parliamentary Pimps</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/05/19/parliamentary_pimps~2299806/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-05-19T23:31:27+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:31:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;You may/may not have noticed but just yesterday our wonderfully honest Members of Parliament (the Right Honourables? Gimme a break will ya)voted through the Commons a Bill excusing them from the Freedom of Information Act.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This means that they will no longer have to publish their expenses for all to see. Only a reading in the House of Lords stands between this becoming "the law".&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They even usued Parliamentary procedure to ensure that the Bill was squeezed through with the minimum of fuss (all peeing in the same pot or what???).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now, we can just sit back and let this happen or at least attempt do something to prevent this going through. What can we do?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I ask that everyone mails their MP advising them of our disgust at their actions and if enough of us do it we might just make them feel ashamed and cause the Bill to fail. Also, I suggest that all mails are copied to a newspaper where they could be collated and a feature made of the public disgust we all feel towards the "Right Honourables" (the Daily Mail would be good for this).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Remember it is YOUR money they are spending and they are trying to hide their expense claims from you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;DO SOMETHING!!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/05/19/parliamentary_pimps~2299806/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-03-24:/2007/03/24/england~1969218/</id><title>England??</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/03/24/england~1969218/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-03-24T23:41:10+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:41:10+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;You know, I`m of the age whereupon I can remember England failing to qualify for World Cups and Euro Championships and having to support other "home" sides like Scotland (not that they would support us the sweaty sock twats and there`s another thing...Andy Murray? Would support anyone playing England yet the masses and the media support that Braveheart Faintheart Fartarse!!) and Ireland (Guiness drinking, bomb carrying tractor drivers).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And now we face the prospect again of those grotesquely overpaid ermmm athletes (say what??) failing and letting down all their countrymen (and pretend football fans countrywomen) once again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They should hang their heads in shame and donate at least one month`s salary to charity that bunch of wasters!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Grrr I`m so angry I can`t type anymore.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/03/24/england~1969218/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-25:/2007/02/25/period_pains_typical_woman~1804120/</id><title>Period Pains - Typical Woman</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/25/period_pains_typical_woman~1804120/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-25T20:17:44+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:17:44+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Just today, Wifey mentioned her period pains yet again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now usually I am very supportive of her but today I started to become a little weary of such comments (especially when in the same breath she mentioned that this is the year of our 25th Wedding Anniversary).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So I did a quick calculation.....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Period = 5 days/month = 60 days/year = 1500 days for 25 years (less 3 kids at 9 periods each x 5 days - 132 days off the total).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So total = 1368 days of moaning about period pains.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thats 1368 days I have had to suffer!!!!! And they are called periods?? Thats longer than the 100 days War!!!!!!!!! Some period.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So i told her straight.....STOP moaning woman and sort yourself out!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have suffered the equivalent of almost 4 years daily moaning and it has to stop now!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Do you think she understood? Do you think she sympathised?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;NO SHE DIDN`T.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Typical woman.......Me Me Me.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/25/period_pains_typical_woman~1804120/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-16:/2007/02/16/i_ve_been_found_out~1749127/</id><title>I`ve been found out!!!!!!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/16/i_ve_been_found_out~1749127/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-16T01:26:18+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:26:18+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Even Asda are against me!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wifey received this letter this morning.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dear Mrs. Donnyblogger,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Whilst we thank you for your valued custom, the Manager of our store in Doncaster is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras: &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's trolleys when they weren't looking.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at&lt;br&gt;
5-minute intervals.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to&lt;br&gt;
feminine products aisle.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gas stove.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him,&lt;br&gt;
he began to cry and asked, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;6. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the&lt;br&gt;
Housewares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the anti-depressants were.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming&lt;br&gt;
the "Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed,&lt;br&gt;
yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker&lt;br&gt;
assumed the foetal position and screamed "NO! NO! It's those voices&lt;br&gt;
again."&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And; last, but not least:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a&lt;br&gt;
while; then yelled, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here."&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Asda Stores Ltd.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/16/i_ve_been_found_out~1749127/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-14:/2007/02/15/my_life_in_a_double_cd_not_even_a_boxed_~1743117/</id><title>My life in a double cd (not even a boxed set!!)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/15/my_life_in_a_double_cd_not_even_a_boxed_~1743117/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-15T00:26:45+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:26:45+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Wow!! I just realised my life can be recalled by listening to one double CD.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Spent a lot of time in the car yesterday, so whilst sat twiddling my gear stick I leaned over to the glove box (WTF is it called that for? When was the last time anyone stored a pair of gloves in there?) and found double CD left there by the boy – The Best of Bowie.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So in it went and my life just whistled by!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Not every song had a special meaning, but lots did. The dates are guessed at. I could have looked them up I suppose but the guessing is part of the fun isn`t it?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;LIFE ON MARS @1972&lt;br&gt;
School trip to somewhere and getting slagged off for my poor singing voice and even worse Bowie impression. Song was arranged by Mick Ronson (God bless him and Billy Porter).&lt;br&gt;
JOHN, I`M ONLY DANCING @1973&lt;br&gt;
Missed it at the time but 6 months later I just had to have it. A mate got it for me off a stall on Scunthorpe market of all places – Cheers Cat.&lt;br&gt;
REBEL REBEL @1974&lt;br&gt;
Hot tramp, I love you soooo. And I did, but she didn`t.&lt;br&gt;
YOUNG AMERICANS @ 1975&lt;br&gt;
There ain`t one damn song that can make me….break down and cry. After 5 years at a boys school, the first year at college was ermmm enlightening. So much so that a new mate ( a bit older than me with his own flat!!!) from Liberia lent me his flat for an afternoon and me and J went there and kinda broke his bed. After college I never heard from him for 25 years (I presumed he`d gone back to Liberia and been killed in all the bad stuff there) then one afternoon he called me on my mobile from the USA where he`d been for years; his first words were “Can you afford to pay me back for the bed yet?”. PMSL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
FAME @ 1975&lt;br&gt;
Me sat at the front of the bus and my mate A sat towards the back. Me singing one line and him singing the echo. And that was before a drink! Interestingly, co-written by John Lennon – not a lot of people know that.&lt;br&gt;
GOLDEN YEARS @1976&lt;br&gt;
I really was the Thin White Duke miming in front of the jukebox in the Staff of Life.&lt;br&gt;
HEROES @1977&lt;br&gt;
Did I really sing this line by line to F and expect her to be seduced? Little wonder that she cleared off to Germany for the Summer.&lt;br&gt;
BOYS KEEP SWINGING @ 1977&lt;br&gt;
And boy was I a boy! You have times in your life when you couldn`t pull your own plonker, others where anything with two legs just falls at your feet (female and male shhhh).&lt;br&gt;
ASHES TO ASHES @ 1978&lt;br&gt;
F returned with the most amazing shirt for me. The girls loved it, the boys hated it. So much so that one night they did actually rip it off my back and tear it to pieces. Even worse, I couldn`t get a taxi to stop for me without a shirt on.&lt;br&gt;
MODERN LOVE @1983&lt;br&gt;
My mate`s wedding (get me to the church on time). Four of us in a hired Fiesta tearing up the A1 when it started to get noisy and draughty. Looking in the mirror I saw the hatchback slowly rising and the big red hat starting to hover above the parcel shelf. Moments later, it was gone. The girls were not happy!&lt;br&gt;
JUMP THEY SAY @ 1993&lt;br&gt;
Must have been in the middle of my first mid-life crises. JUMP!!&lt;br&gt;
LITTLE WONDER @ 1977.&lt;br&gt;
Just too personal to write about.&lt;br&gt;
WILD IS THE WIND @ 1976 - 2007&lt;br&gt;
Still a great track for loving to (and at 5 mins long it just about suits me – there!! I said it first).  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/15/my_life_in_a_double_cd_not_even_a_boxed_~1743117/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-14:/2007/02/15/brits~1743098/</id><title>Brits???????????</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/15/brits~1743098/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-15T00:22:07+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:22:07+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Who the hell was Mr Fashionably Funny doing the presenting?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"I`l make sure I get in the papers tomorrow" was his script methinks.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The bands?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Chilli Peppers just blew the rest away.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oasis? Have become the band they used to take the piss out of....shame really.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Report complete.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/15/brits~1743098/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-11:/2007/02/11/title~1723839/</id><title>Get a man in???</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/11/title~1723839/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-11T22:45:56+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:56:49+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So wifey noticed that the hob extractor fan/grille thing was unclean. Filthy would be more accurate.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So filthy that I later found a Bernard Mathews turkey with it`s head in the fan, desperately trying to commit suicide in a more familiar environment than a gas chamber.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, "Should we get a man in?" she says.&lt;br&gt;
"A man?? A man??" says I. "WTF for?"&lt;br&gt;
"Ok, a woman then" she retorted (or taunted!!).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"I can do that little job" says I. "By the time you get back from spending more money on more things to fill more wardrobes and more cupboards, I`ll have it done." Sounding confident was my first mistake.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;To work then. I dug out my one and only screwdriver that somehow almost fits every screw known to every screwmaker, then stood back to consider the task in hand.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I lifted the cooker hood and the light and fan came on, which left me thinking there must be a switch. Indeed there was, hidden behind a small plastic door with a small plastic hinge which I quickly broke off. Power off and down to the real work.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Only two screws seperated me from the fan unit thing and two quick screws later and they were in my hand.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now, the whole thing appeared to require a sort of twist to get it off, so I twisted. Unfortunately, I only twisted the front bit and you can imagine my surprise when suddenly, falling through the gap were a million little charcoal bits, each the size of a match head.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They fell on to the hob, the sink unit, the worktop and the floor (where they rolled under every possible appliance, then rolled back a little just to tease me, then rolled further under). &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I stood in shock and awe. This was worthy of a film - I could already see the poster - a film by Quentin Tarantino starring Donnyblogger in........Attack of the Chargoyles.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;At least it gave me access to the grille thing which I was able to remove and clean. I then gathered up as many of the Chargoyles as I could, which left a bit of a shortfall. But then a brainwave!!! I filled up the gaps with whole black peppercorns and wrestled it all back into place.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now that should have been the job completed, indeed strictly speaking it was. As I moved back however, I forgot the open cooker hood behind my head and sort of banged into it, knocking it off it`s ermm things that held it on.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Fortunately, the screws on it were just the right size for my magic screwdriver and little more that 2 hours later the job was completed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Epilogue: Lunch became dinner which meant that my son &amp; daughter both missed their trains back to Uniland. So I got pissed. Oh well, all`s well that ends well. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Who needs a man? Or a woman for that matter.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;PS - need any jobs doing? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/11/title~1723839/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-09:/2007/02/09/bhurkas_for_ugly_women~1708874/</id><title>Bhurkas for ugly women</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/bhurkas_for_ugly_women~1708874/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-09T11:30:19+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:58:28+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;In a rare moment of seriousness, my mate and I were discussing this searingly hot political issue.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Our conclusion......&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Bhurka should not be worn through choice, it should be made compulsory for all ugly women.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It`s a win win situation.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;For women:&lt;br&gt;
They would not have to waste endless hours applying make up in a valiant but vain attempt to look attractive.&lt;br&gt;
They would save money on said make up and also not have to buy hair straighteners,dryers etc.&lt;br&gt;
They could all dance together in clubs without feeling the need to compete for attention.&lt;br&gt;
Facial hair would cease to be an embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;For men:&lt;br&gt;
We would not be fooled into thinking a woman is attractive by 10 pints of beer.&lt;br&gt;
We could have special Bhurka nights where we could go out unkempt and unshaven.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The clothing trade:&lt;br&gt;
Novelty bhurkas could be produced providing a much needed boost to the rag trade. Christmas ones, Valentine ones, Big ones, Thong ones etc.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You see? I can be serious upon occasions. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/bhurkas_for_ugly_women~1708874/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-05:/2007/02/05/the_police_again~1688578/</id><title>The Police again</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/05/the_police_again~1688578/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-05T23:50:22+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:50:22+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;My last blog on The Police reforming set me thinking and remembering...back...back...back a long long time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;To the time when to the background of their second album (was it Outlandos d`Amour or Regatta de Blanc - I can`t remember, it`s all Dutch to me - or something) a certain young lady and I ermmmmm for the first time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now was it Waliking On The Moon or The Bed`s Too Big Without You when that magic moment was reached. Either way, I`m sure the old LP was still on Side 1.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well I was very young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/05/the_police_again~1688578/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-05:/2007/02/05/the_police~1688528/</id><title>The Police!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/05/the_police~1688528/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-05T23:40:10+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:41:38+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So The Police are reforming to perform at the Grammys then do a tour.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bet that`s only a tenner a ticket......
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/05/the_police~1688528/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-04:/2007/02/04/friday_night~1681935/</id><title>Friday Night</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/04/friday_night~1681935/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-04T23:37:27+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:38:08+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So there was 4 of us, all well pissed and heading to yet ANOTHER bar.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Charley decides he needs more cash so we stop at a machine.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He puts in his card, puts in his pin, then foolishly followed my mate`s suggestion that he should take a look at what`s walking by.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I seized the opportunity and hit the £200 button. Next thing he looks back to the machine and it`s spewing out the cash.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Wow!!! I aint even said how much I wanted, It`s f&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;* giving money away!!" or words to that effect.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So pleased was Charley that he bought us all more drinks and INSISTED on a curry......all at the expense of the free money.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;By Sunday the three of us feel guilty. Well, two of us do, I`m still laughing.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/04/friday_night~1681935/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-02:/2007/02/02/donny_question_time~1666171/</id><title>Donny Question Time</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/02/donny_question_time~1666171/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-02T02:11:58+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:11:58+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So i sat and watched some of Question Time tonight, principally because it was recorded in Doncaster.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Had I known it was to be, I would have applied for a ticket - my fault for not watching it every week i guess.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, much of it focussed upon the problems we have with race and religion which did set me thinking about what my question might have been.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wonder if this would have been allowed?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;" Nig nog, Paki, Coon, Wog. These were all words that a just a few years ago were used on mainstrean tv (anyone remember Love Thy Neighbour? As a 16 year old I always fancied errmmm Nina Baden Semper, I think that was her name) let alone the playground or the workplace. At the time that these words were regarded as acceptable, racial tension was almost non-existent because they were accepted in the spirit in which they were used. Over the past few years and as use of these words has become regarded as rascist, racial tensions have escalated, to the point where we are tagetted by suicide bobers. Do the panel see any link between the "banning" of these words and the rise in racial tension?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It would have been interesting at least!!!!!!!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/02/donny_question_time~1666171/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-02-02:/2007/02/02/dido_ffs~1666124/</id><title>Dido ffs!!!!!!!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/02/dido_ffs~1666124/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-02-02T01:39:03+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:39:40+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Someone left a Dido cd in the car.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;How can anyone listen to a 45 minute song of the same droll drivel?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have this theory that she actually died of boredom halfway through the recording and her existing voiceovers were just added to some more crap music to complete the cd.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She was fit though.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/02/02/dido_ffs~1666124/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-31:/2007/01/31/wifey_arrested~1659709/</id><title>Wifey ARRESTED!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/31/wifey_arrested~1659709/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-31T23:41:02+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:41:02+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Now far be it from me to suggeat that wifey`s ass has errmmm blossomed but I bring disturbing news.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today she was in such a rush for work she forgot to put her knickers on.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;At lunchtime she called in Asda and bent over to pick up some breadcakes.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Next thing, she was arrested for carrying 20kg of crack!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I ask you...............
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/31/wifey_arrested~1659709/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-31:/2007/01/31/iraq_weather_forecast~1658701/</id><title>Iraq Weather Forecast</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/31/iraq_weather_forecast~1658701/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-31T20:48:49+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:49:59+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Here is the weather forecast for tomorrow in Iraq.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sunny in some quarters....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sheeeeite in others.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;End of broadcast.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/31/iraq_weather_forecast~1658701/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-25:/2007/01/25/wife_blog~1621060/</id><title>Wife blog</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/wife_blog~1621060/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-25T18:43:02+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:43:52+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;iiiiiisssss thhhhissssss thheee sitttteee iiiii boooouuuughghhtt thhhiiissss viiiibbbrrrraaattttoooorrrr frrrooommm?????&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;iiiifffff  sssoooo caaaaannnn yooouuu tellll meeeee hooooowwww tooooo tuuuuurrrrrnnnn theeee fecccccckkkkiiiin thhhiiiingg offfffff???????????&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/wife_blog~1621060/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-24:/2007/01/24/hot_lover~1616457/</id><title>Hot Lover</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/24/hot_lover~1616457/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-24T22:19:11+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:19:11+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It seems I`m gonna have to spend a lot of over night time in the Birmingham area over the next few months, so I`m seeking a red hot lover.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Be warned though, there is a strict criteria....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Must be under 45 and have 2 legs. Legless would be acceptable after midnight.&lt;br&gt;
Oh and preferably female. In fact that`s a must.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Previous applicants need not apply.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/24/hot_lover~1616457/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-21:/2007/01/21/sensational_70s~1597015/</id><title>Sensational 70s</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/sensational_70s~1597015/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-21T23:04:43+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:05:43+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So tonight I was channel hopping and came across this collection of 70s stuff on The Hits channel (presented by Tony Blackburn, of course).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was going through 70 vids and although I was unable to watch them all - wifey said I had to change position during our lovemaking so I missed at least half a song - I did catch a song that had an effect in a pub the likes of which i have never seen repeated.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now you`ve got to remember that this goes back to a time when songs weren`t played on the radio until they were released. Also, the man came round and updated the jukebox every week so if a song was released on that day it went straight into the jukebox and that might be the first time that you heard it ( I know this because A. I`m a smartass and B. I worked in a pub).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, there I was in The Yorkist (now a Holiday Shop) one Thursday night and I see Let`s Stick Together by Bryan Ferry, released just that day and unheard by most. You know, the one with Jerry Hall whooping it up.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So it had to be played. As it came on, everyone just stopped talking and listened. At the end everyone was clapping and cheering!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I`ve been confident for many years that the applause was for me, whilst may mate contends it was for the song. I secretly suspect he was right but I would never admit it to him.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Has anyone else known a great response to a jukebox song?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/sensational_70s~1597015/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-21:/2007/01/21/stain_devils~1596863/</id><title>Stain Devils?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/stain_devils~1596863/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-21T22:37:44+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:38:21+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I got Bolognese on a new white shirt ( I knew I should have taken it off before eating but wifey wouldn`t let me do that in the middle of the retsaurant).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So did top wash but stain remained. So someone suggested a Stain Devil.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wow!! They come in all different flavours and they`re all numbered.&lt;br&gt;
eg Number 1 is for blood, Number 2 is for ink, there`s even one for Monica Lewensky stain (Number 69 naturally).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway i found one for curries (near enough) then followed the instructions. "Put some on a clean white cloth then dab and rub at the stain etc".&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The killer though, is it also tells you to wash the clean white cloth when you have finished, in order to avoid stains!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/stain_devils~1596863/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-19:/2007/01/19/a_lot_of_love~1585269/</id><title>A lot of love</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/19/a_lot_of_love~1585269/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-19T23:13:41+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:22:34+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Over Xmas wifey has put on a few pounds.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She asked me today if i loved her.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I said I loved every inch of her.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then added that I have a lot of love to give.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She hit me.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/19/a_lot_of_love~1585269/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-19:/2007/01/19/wow_the_wind~1585234/</id><title>Wow the wind!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/19/wow_the_wind~1585234/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-19T23:08:56+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:22:55+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Tearing down the M6 yesterday in the howling winds. A truck blew onto it`s side about 100 yards ahead.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I slipped into movie mode and just like James Bond I dropped a gear, swerved to the right and avoided it. My manouvre would have been  extremely successful but for the fact that just as i passed the truck cab, the driver decided to raise open his door like a submarine hatch and then launch himself from the cab to the safety of the floor. He never found the floor.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Instead he found the bonnet of my car and as he found himself splayed across my bonnet he looked straight at me with a quizical expression.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Given I was in movie mode, I had him down as the arch villain who was desparately seeking to cause me to lose control of the car. I swerved from lane to lane, drawing grim satisfaction from the shape of his nose pressed against my windscreen and the fact that his quizical expression had now become one of utter terror.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As with all baddies, he was difficult to shake loose. Suddenly I braked, confident that this would shake free his hold of my wing mirrors.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was half right. He flew forwards from my bonnet but took the wing mirrors with him. The volicity carried  him through the air, across the central reservation and smack onto the front of an articulated truck. His body hit it just below the windscreen and his hands, still gripping the wing mirrors hit the windscreen. The mirrors acted as suckers, enabling him to hang on.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The driver now found himself staring at two oblique reflections of himself which caused him to believe that he was hallucinating. He braked hard and the man flew forward from the windscreen, mirrors still in hand.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He held his hands to his head in a futile attempt at self protection as he flew, once again, across the central reservation.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Unbelievably, he landed through the open door of the cab which he had jumped from a few minutes ago.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Moments later the Police arrived and appealed for witnesses. They could not work out how the driver appeared to have been stuck in his cab yet had grown two BMW wing mirors from the side of his head.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now they know.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/19/wow_the_wind~1585234/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-12:/2007/01/12/neighbours~1545030/</id><title>Neighbours</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/neighbours~1545030/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-12T10:12:55+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:13:41+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A post from Fatal set me thinking about neighbours...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Impress them&lt;br&gt;
Fill your garden with old kitchen appliances such as fridges, freezers, cookers....they will think you`ve just had a smart new kitchen fitted.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dispute?&lt;br&gt;
A sentence ending in "Or else I`l shoot" rarely fails to win an argument.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Crazy&lt;br&gt;
Don`t let then drive you crazy when they are within walking distance.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Good luck!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/neighbours~1545030/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-07:/2007/01/07/cleaning_under_the_bed~1526643/</id><title>Cleaning under the bed</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/cleaning_under_the_bed~1526643/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-07T20:53:36+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:53:36+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Wifey just came downstairs and said, "Don`t you always feel filthy when you`ve cleaned under the bed.".&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hmmm "You should feel filthy when you are IN the bed!!" says I.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well I thought it was funny!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/cleaning_under_the_bed~1526643/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-07:/2007/01/07/wedding_album_aamp_a_man_s_mind~1526592/</id><title>Wedding Album &amp; A Man`s Mind</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/wedding_album_aamp_a_man_s_mind~1526592/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-07T20:41:25+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:41:25+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Somehow the question of our wedding anniversary was raised over lunch today. As if that wasn`t enough, wifey insisted on getting out the wedding Album.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There follows a list of her comments followed by (in brackets) my best recollection of my thoughts at the time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You look really happy there (I didn`t think it would last)&lt;br&gt;
You look fed up on that one (you`d just told me your period was due)&lt;br&gt;
What a wonderful surprise this horse &amp; carriage is (I wonder if they do funerals)&lt;br&gt;
Doesn`y my frien .... lokk nice (I could give her one)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So next time ladeeeez that you choose to look at the Wedding photo`s, don`t try to read minds!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/wedding_album_aamp_a_man_s_mind~1526592/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-05:/2007/01/06/former_lover~1519396/</id><title>Former lover</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/06/former_lover~1519396/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-06T00:21:29+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:16:55+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It was suggested to me by a former internet lover (that`s former, not farmer) that I should write an autobiography. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I say former because she dumped me for a real person. A REAL person!! Can you believe that? And he can`t do PC stuff - so no msn sex. And he`s dyslexic so you can imagine his text sex....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"I wanna lock ur beasts until ur nappies are like billets. Then I wanna sack your clot until u go mm". &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway... back to the autobiography. I got as far as "I was born..." then I got writer`s blick (ooops block).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Whatever next?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/06/former_lover~1519396/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnyblogger.blog.co.uk,2007-01-05:/2007/01/05/asda_abuse~1518137/</id><title>Asda abuse!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnyblogger.blog.co.uk/2007/01/05/asda_abuse~1518137/"/><author><name>donnyblogger</name></author><published>2007-01-05T18:23:43+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:27:05+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So there I was at Asda, being unusually kind and complimentary to the Milk Maids, The Deli Dollys, the Bakery Bints etc.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was even complimentary to the Pizza Plodders.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Whereas in the past I might have commented upon the fact that they appeared to have enjoyed a particularly large turkey over Xmas, I actually suggested that the Xmas choccies had had no effect upon them whatsoever and that their trim physiques looked as delectable as ever.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then one of them asked me why I was being so kind and I explained that my New Year resolution was........ to tolerate women.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was met with a hail of abuse!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why?
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