I first saw this comedina in a show on a plane – Australian of the year – in whcih he plays all the nominees himself – he is very funny.
June 20, 2008
Naked much?
A strange thing about beach life in Portugal – if you walk a wee ways between beaches you tend to see a lot more flesh than you would expect. In fact more willies in the space of 10 metres than I have ever seen before. No small amount of boobs and lady parts also.
The strangest thing about them though – the fellas were all terribly interested in picking up shells off the beach – naked of course. So you’d wander along and now and then you’d see the the faint twinkle in the distance of some fella’s bumhole as he bent from the waist to pick up a shell that had caught his eye.
The fact that all of the nakedy fellas were interested in shell collecting seemed more than a little coincidental…
June 20, 2008
It’s a contrast thing
4pm yesterday I was stepping off a small speedboat which had just deposited me and the Boyf back to our tiny village on the Algarve, just in time for a short walk back to our apartment for a lengthy lounge on the terrace before a shower and changing for dinner. We’d just come from a relaxing 3 hours on the beach.
4pm today, stepping on to a train at Gatwick, bound for London Victoria. Unfortunately we struck the train containing 80 school age teenagers also bound for London (or so a handy notice on the train window informed me)…it was hell on train…and an embodiment of all that is wrong with modern Britain…
June 6, 2008
Hornsey – a hot bed of action
Gotta love the local paper, with its quirky stories of stuff no one much cares about. The problem page was quite unbelievable this week however, containing not one, but two stories which were surely fabricated to see if anyone was still reading?
The first detailed a man’s struggle with anal retention (or as we in my household call it – constipation). Apparently this man has a problem when a ‘lovely girl’ comes to stay at his house. He becomes ‘blocked’ for a long period of time and his breath begins to smell, he then feels like he can’t speak to the lovely girl in question. I have some questions though – who are these ‘lovely girls’ and why are they staying with him? Why did he feel the need to share this with his local paper?
The second story to catch my eye on the problem page was the one about a man who is in his sixties and has been seeing the same dominatrix for 20 years. She is now retiring to Malta and although she has said he can come out to see her, he would prefer someone local to go to. The problem with this though is that he has a very particular fetish, ie he likes to be ironed, which as one would imagine, takes a certain skill..
So – actual problems? or just a figment of some lowly local journo’s imagination? You decide.
June 3, 2008
Sign of times
Remember all those advertisements inciting us to consolidate our loans – you know the ones, a man is adrift at sea and Ocean Finance comes to the rescue… well, the times they are a-changin. Two high street banks are now extolling the virtues of saving. Apparently the feeling that saving gives you is one akin to the feeling a 12 year old boy gets from pulling a wheelie on his BMX – woohoo, I’m in!
Seriously though – it is slightly scary that the banks are now asking us for money instead of the other way round. Speaking as one who has finally started a proper savings account – I’m a little worried that my bank is going to use it to mop up their own debts… just my luck I guess…
