EXTERMINATE!!!

The Daleks, well Dalek, came back to UK telly tonight in the 6th episode of Dr Who. Top notch too.

What's a Dalek? Where the devil have you been? For goodness sake! The Daleks were a race of extraterrestrials with one purpose: to kill anything in their path. The Doctor saw them off years ago, but one remained, and a sorry example he was too....


Pimp my Dalek
I was particularly impressed when this little feller was "pimped" by sticking his plunger into a telly. He went from this:

"They're torturing me, oh woe is me. I'm the last of my breed and my taser's bust."

To THIS fuck-off killing machine!!!

"Ex-fucking-terminate!!!!!!"

I bet it'd be quite good fun to be a Dalek. It'd be even better to OWN a Dalek.

Edit at much later in the evening (bedtime in fact):
At 10:50 PM, Connie said...
You know, Tina and Herge, You truly are brilliant together...I suggest you cut your losses, and collaborate for a all new hilarious blog that cuts down all the most popular blog-people and call it "Beware! Angry Cakeniffing Chimp" and all the bloggy friendless-wonders from around the globe will check in everyday to see who may be on the chopping block. Then feeling terribly silly that they are linking to the "shite blog" in question, will remove it from their links list, until all thats left is the Bully Alpha Blog - "BEWARE! ANGRY CAKESNIFFING CHIMP"Brilliant!

At 11:14 PM, Tina said...
I like what you're saying, Connie: a kind of Blog Dalek! Ex-fucking-terminatamundo!!!!

You know you've made it...

If you've got one of these outside your house ...

(C)Heavy Trash, 2005

What the fuck is that then?

It's a Heavy Trash "viewing platform". Heavy Trash is some sort of community arts project in LA (anonymous of course) that is opposed to people putting barriers around their homes and communities, for example, those posh estates that are walled-in with gated access and private security firms. They put these viewing platforms all over the place so that people can see into whatever area has been walled off. Apparently they got the idea from similar platforms that were used to look over the Berlin Wall from the west.

Heavy Trash's argument is "Most people want to live in communities that are safe for their families and most homeowners want to protect their property values. Although these are fundamentally reasonable goals, walling off one section of the city from another is not a reasonable way to achieve them. In fact, doing so can actually harm the very communities in need of protection."

So, Heavy Trash is organisation that wishes to remain anonymous yet it has no regard for the privacy of others. Hrrrrmmm.

Well I'm sure the people who spend milllions of dollars to live in the gated communities are delighted at Heavy Trash's concern for their welfare.

There are other words to describe Heavy Trash's "concern", these include jealousy and nosiness.

Why aren't people allowed to live in peace?

Cash machine etiquette

There's a certain etiquette associated with using a cash machine (that's an ATM if you're stupid and can't work it out). You're supposed to stand a certain distance away from whoever is using it, give them time to conduct their transaction and pocket the cash without them feeling hassled by having somebody breathe down their neck. Fair enough. However, there should be similar good manners on the part of the cash machine user so as not to completely piss off the people behind them who are waiting to use it after them.

I got to a cash machine just after another woman today. I thought, Oh it's not too bad, she won't take long and it's better than waiting behind all those people that were at the other machine. She took ages. She took ages to key in her PIN, took ages to decide what she wanted. More button pressing and the chug, chug of cards being returned and cash being dispensed. Then something like a receipt or a statement came out of the machine and she took ages reading it before reinserting her card and doing the same again. And when she'd finally finished, she stood in front of the machine for another ages while she decided what she was going to do next. One more second and I'd have twatted her, fucking retarded bitch.

I shouldn't let these things get to me.

I wish I was a Dalek, then I could zap people with my protrusions. I might go and see if Amazon are selling any tasers.


Wet toilet seats
Toilet seats are nasty things. I guess toilets are pretty nasty, but you don't have to have much real one-on-one contact with them. The toilet seat is the user interface as far as bowel and bladder relief is concerned.

Before I continue, what about those weird toilet seats with the cut-out bit at the front - does anybody know what that's all about? Is it something to do with making it more comfortable for men to have a sit down or something? Answers on a postcard please.

Anyway, wet toilet seats. There's nothing worse than getting up off the lav and realising that you've been sat in something damp. More often than not, it's just a splash from the previous flush, but sometimes it's wee. It's bad enough if you get a dribble of your own wee on you, but somebody elses? Eeewwwww! And it's always just beneath your buttock, where you wouldn't normally wipe.

My boyfriend has a twat

After spending most of the day doing blog comments and not blogging, I thought I'd answer the following comment in a new post.

Herge Smith said...
Getting right arsed off with this visiting other blogs bollocks,Jesus, you leave a few sarcastic comments and the bastards never get back to you.I thought there was some sort of code?Have you been here? www.myboyfriendisatwat.com - sorry can't get the link to work.I'd be interested to know what you think - make sure you check out the number of comments she gets for the blog subjects she covers. Hmm


Yeah, she does get a lot of comments. I think she must've built up a fan-base over a period of time. She's probably also done that thing of registering for every blog directory. And the blog title is actually quite attractive if you're cruising around; it'd catch your eye, wouldn't it? Anything with a swear word in the title would. How about a blog called "Big fat cocks"?

The content of the My boyfriend is a twat blog isn't that remarkable though. It's just some bint going on about her life and her useless boyfriend. At least I assume it is, I haven't really read it because it doesn't look particularly interesting. Pot, kettle...

Half the poor cows in this country could whinge about boyfriends or husbands. About 35-40% could go on about the pros and cons of being single. And this would leave an interesting minority of women who could talk about being gay or bisexual or transgender. It's this 10% we want to hear from!!! Come on girls, we need more librarian gossip. Perhaps then we might get blogs called "My boyfriend has a twat"- that'd definitely be worth a look.

Hope that doesn't cause any offence to the librarians again. Or gay or bisexual women. Or boyfriends with twats.

Ah fuck it, what do I care? I'm not offended by it so it must be OK. I bet the librarians kick off though. I'll be blacklisted all over the country now. Do all libraries smell the same?


Talking of libraries...
When I was a university student - back in the days when education was free (there were even grants), but entry into university was based on ability and courses actually meant something - there was a weirdo stalker who frequented the main science library (that'd be the Edward Boyle Library at the University of Leeds). Nobody knows who it was because they were never identified or apprehended, but this person (who we believe was a bloke) used to watch women who were studying in the library and leave those marshmallow flump sweets by his victims to indicate that he'd been watching them. They wouldn't realise a thing until they picked up their stuff to go and there'd be a nice sweetie waiting there for them. How fucking freaky is that? Of course, they all needed counselling by the Women's mini bus volunteers who were WIMMIN!!.

Oh yeah, you may think the flump stalker was weird and scary, but not half as freaky and disturbing as living less than a mile from where one of the Yorkshire Ripper's victims was found (near Lupton Flats in Headingly). Hence the Women's mini bus - which no sane woman used because the women who ran the service were actually a lot scarier than the prospect of stumbling across the very dark Woodhouse Moor on your own in the middle of the night.

You couldn't make this up

BBC NEWS England Hampshire Car lands in home's upper floor

Bloody nora, and I complain about wagons blocking my drive!

The trail of destruction

"Slow down, there's a sharp bend up ahead!"

"FOOOOOOOOOOOO......

....OOOOOOOOOO....

....OOOOOOOOO....

....OOOOOOOOK!!!"

Toy-Fu by James Henry

James Henry

This is quite imaginative and funny.

Jeeeeez, is it not hometime yet?

Tum-te-tum.... Can't believe the price of petrol at the moment; it's gone up by nearly 10p a litre since January... Wonder what's for tea tonight, something pork-based I think.

My (not-so) white-board here is surrounded by printouts from my walks up local hills. They're featured in my Flickr and Webshots directories (the links are over there somewhere >>>>).

It's OK in this office because I can do trumps and nobody knows (unless they foolishly drop in for a chat and get hit full in the face by something that grabs them by the throat and throws them to ground before kicking them repeatedly in the chest).

Dehydrated delights

Posting from work
This is quite good. Having a split site job does have its advantages; I can post to my blog from here because its not blocked by the IT Police. Moreover, if I write the post in Word, it looks like I’m doing some work when people walk by my office.

Today I’m in Fartsville, Fart County, where the entire working population are Farts (see the post below). Having been away for a couple of weeks, I came in to about 70 e-mails with the following subjects:

• Has anybody got a spare desk?
• Come and meet Noddy (yes, that Noddy)
• Customer care course availability
• Complementary therapies session
• More courses
• IT courses
• Does anybody want a spare desk?
• Has anybody seen my keys?

And they wonder why people can’t get to see a doctor.

I spent the rest of this morning trying to get rid of my boss who’d decided to drop in (he’s based at the partner hospital in the Trust). As a result, I’ve lost my train of thought.


Dehydrated lunches
I don’t eat real food for my lunch while I’m at work and I tend to bring in dehydrated stuff that transforms miraculously into something salty and delish after the addition of boiling water (the same can be said for Coffeemate with the exception that it’s not salty).

Today’s offering was a rather nice Ko-Lee chicken curry flavour cup noodle snack thing. I’d recommend Ko-Lee’s hot and spicy packet noodles to anybody who enjoys having their mouth being burnt. Let’s examine their range of products:

Of course, I'm a huge fan of Batchelors minestrone cup-a-soups and, as far as de/rehydrated luncheon snacks go, they simply can't be beaten. You'll find that this particular product actually contains 5 portions of vegetables. Well, 5 bits. But that's more than good enough for health-conscious Mancunians who shirk the high-fat savoury pastry alternative favoured by other, less-healthy Mancs. There's even a cafe in the local shopping centre here where you can buy a cup-a-soup for your lunch. How good is that?

Quality workforce

The Ferrari Formula 1 team fired their entire pit crew yesterday. The announcement followed Ferrari's decision to take advantage of the UK government's youth opportunity scheme and employ young people from Liverpool.

The decision to hire them was brought about after a recent documentary on how unemployed youths from Liverpool were able to remove a set of wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas Ferrari's existing crew can only do it in 8 seconds with millions of euro's worth of high-tech equipment.

Prime Minister Tony Blair went on record as saying this was a bold move by Ferrari management which demonstrated the international recognition of the UK under New Labour.

As most races are won and lost in the pits, Ferrari now have the advantage over every other team. However, Ferrari may have got more than they bargained for. At the crew's first practice session the Liverpool pit crew successfully changed the tyres in under 6 seconds, but within 12 seconds they had resprayed, re-badged and sold the vehicle to the Mclaren team for 8 bottles of Stella, a kilo of speed, and some photos of Coulthard's bird in the shower.

Oooh, I say!

Question time

If you were given the opportunity to question anybody, who would you like to question and what would your question be? Since it's election time at the moment, I'm going to keep with my theme of ridiculing the Labour Party and choose good old Gordon "Gasps like a Goldfish" Brown. I'd have chosen John Prescott, but you don't need to do anything to him make him look ridiculous, he's perfectly capable himself.

Anyway, the next unelected Prime Minister in this dictatorship called the UK. My question to Mr Brown would be:

"Do you ever wash your hair, you greasy bastard?" Look at him, for fuck's sake. Bloody mess, always in that same tie and unironed shirt. And he's a lying thief.

In defence of...

This stuff makes the most delicious instant coffee imaginable.

Recipe for success
Take:
2tsp Nescafe
1tsp Silverspoon "Half Spoon" sugar
3tsp Coffeemate

Add boiled water and enjoy! Seriously, if you ever get the chance, give it a go.

Tomorrow, I'll be defending Batchelors Cup-a-soups and Pot Noodles (it used to be Golden Wonder, but I think it's something weird like Proctor and Gamble now).


Tony Blair in "Get out of my fucking way, I'm more important than anybody else!" scandal
One of my colleagues was almost run over by President Blair's motorcade as it sped through the streets of Manchester this lunchtime. I understand his plane was hit by lightning on its way back to Heathrow, but it only caused a slight judder. Pity. He really is a fucking tosser. I bet he doesn't even know what Coffeemate is, the uncouth lout.

Farts

Fart is a great word. Apart from being used to describe a "trump", or "passing wind" if you're polite, the word fart can perfectly describe a particular type of person. It dovetails nicely with "farting around" and describes fussing, or faffing without the intensity of mithering.

People who are farts are usually also "life-storiers", i.e., those who must go into every minute fucking detail of their pathetic existence and the latest bloody illness of themselves, their families and their pets - and they go on, and on and on. These people have also done everything you've ever done, only better/worse. They're usually the type of people who insist that you contribute to flowers for somebody's birthday or something shit, or they make a fuss about observing minutes' silence for every fucking memorial service that happens to make the news.

They spend their "getting ready for work time" worrying about how "hot, stuff and stifling" the office will be; so much so that the first words they utter before they even step foot over the office threshold are: "It's going to reach 75 today (always Farenheit and never centigrade) it's so hot already, I don't know how I'll cope, I need to open the window, I can't breathe, it's so stuffy already, the air's too still, I'm sweating cobs, I can't cope, I CAN'T COPE!!!". I love summer, but dread it when these women (it's only ever women) kick off as soon as the temperature gets above freezing. They come huffing and puffing into work with their horrible feet and arms/armpits exposed (they always have massive, blotchy, horrible arms). And they go on relentlessly about "Now, I like it hot, but this is too hot. It's not like the heat you get on the continent - it's dry heat there. Over here it's that muggy heat that you can't breathe. It does my asthma no good." They wear you down.

Once they've worked their way through the "it's too hot" script and calmed down, they then go on for two hours about how much work they've got to do. They talk and talk and talk, complaining how they can't manage their workload and how they know loads of people who are on long-term sick with stress because of their workloads - "They were always complaining about how much work they had on, and now look, they've had to go off with stress!"

My answer to this poor breed's plight is: lose some fucking weight, stop fucking going on and do some fucking work and then it might take your fucking mind off how shit you feel, you twat!

They make fantastic bitching fodder in the workplace though. You wonder why the NHS is so shit? It's because women like these are the filter between the members of the public and the healthcare professionals. The classic one that we all encounter is the "Doctor's receptionist bitch from hell", but they dominate the entire service - in fact, they make up the majority of the workforce throughout the public sector services. No matter how much money you throw at the NHS and other public services, you'll never make it any better until you get rid of these pathetic bitches (who insist on printing off every fucking e-mail that arrives!).

Forget the election, we're surrounded by real political drama every day in the good old workplace.

Cakesniffy manifesto

Following the release of charismatic leader Tina from a Labour Party "anti-terrorism" control order, The Cakesniffers (UK) Party (we're an international operation) is set to release its election manifesto tomorrow. It's not really a manifesto, it's more of a hit-list that includes:

• The entire Labour Party
• Charles "where the fuck are my teeth?" Kennedy
• Anne Widdecombe
• Rover and people-carrier drivers
• Spongers
• Lazy, greedy bastards who expect everything for nothing at the expense of everyone else
• Unruly brattish fucking horrible kids and/or their parents, guardians or carers
• People who don't give me a job despite asking me to apply and making assurances that it was mine if I wanted it

Who said genocide wasn't fair?

For anybody who missed the breakdown of the British National Party's manifesto, apart from the obvious desire to repatriate everybody who's an "immigrant" (that's most of the population), they also want compulsory national service and the requirement for anybody who's undergone national service to keep a hunting rifle in the house at all times. Well, I'll certainly sleep soundly at night if that bunch of charmers ever get elected for anything.

The Lincolnshire Poacher

Avid listeners of shortwave radio (that's "spies" to you an me) will, on occasion, pick up a weird transmission that usually starts with a tune and is then followed by a computerised voice that reads out sequences of numbers. Each transmission can go on for about ten minutes and it's thought that the transmissions are used to send code to agents in the field, who then decode the message to receive instructions or whatever. One such "number station" is the Lincolnshire Poacher and this transmits from Cyprus at 2pm (14:00 hrs) each day. To listen to such a broadcast, download the mp3 or wav here. More spying info, particularly with respect to number stations can be found at Numbers & Oddities, but don't bother asking MI6 because it's thought that they operate Lincolnshire Poacher and they'd have to kill you if they told you. These things may be a legacy of the Second World War that has lived on throught the Cold War, right through to today. The advantage is that an agent would need is a shortwave receiver and the code book that can be edible, or soluble.

Enough espionage tricks, Hell's Kitchen's on!

My election slogan?

Keep it sniffy!

Incarcerated under a Nazi-bastard Labour control order

Fucking bastard Labour party Nazis have got me under a control order. I'm finding it very difficult to get to a PC to post at the moment. Bunch of wankers. And the shithead voters in this country are too stupid to vote them out despite:

• Unaffordable housing due to Gordon Brown pilfering the pension funds.
• Sky-high council tax.
• A complete waste of money thrown at public services - it's all well and good invested in public services, but throwing good money after bad is no solution. For all its billions, has the NHS really improved over the last 8 years? Don't think so. I work in the NHS, I know.
• Crap transport.
• Rubbish schools, filled with horrible kids and disillusioned teachers, churning out thick as pigshit kids with 20 A* GCSEs yet who still can't read or add up.
• The general state of shitbag society because of an out of control welfare system.
• Erosion of democracy and free speech because of a threat of terrorism that that twat Blair brought on the nation himself.
• No more free education while youngsters are forced into university because of a lack of vocational training.
• Throwing money at families (hard working or not, but mainly not) - if you can't afford kids, don't fucking have them, you stupid twats. I don't expect anybody to fund my lifestyle choices, so why the hell should I pay for yours, you greedy lazy bastards!
• Fucking political fucking correctness that means that people are scared to say anything because they're fearful of being branded a somethingist.

It's a shit country under Labour; they're a bunch of lying bastards who waste YOUR money to spend on shitbags and illegal wars.

Better go before I get sent to Belmarsh.

Connielingus are you there??

Hey, this Technorati thing is pretty smart. I just happened to be having a squiz to see who was linking to Cakesniffers and I found 4 other sites. FOUR? Angry Chimp + Half an Identity were the obvious ones, but I was very flattered to see that connielingus in Canada has linked to me. So Connie, if you're reading, many thanks, I'm really flattered.

Oh, and the librarians *wink* must be doing the same as me in searching for people who are blogging them because they've got a post about my "Get a life" entry from Saturday. I've just apologised to them for taking the piss.


Angry Chimp induces "Paula Radcliffe Moment"
I've just been having another look at Angry Chimp's synopsis of the Radio Four schedule for Monday. I nearly wet myself (but in no way did I come close to a number two!). If you're reading this blog, but you've never visited the Chimp site, just go and have a look NOW. It's one of the funniest things on the interweb. It's also balanced precariously and deliciously on the edge of decency - but who ever said that real life was pretty? Certainly not Pope Benedict XVI.

Beaten to it!

I'm amazed! As many confectionary fans are aware, I have a strong desire to leapfrog millions by becoming the first ever female Pope. But look at what's happened today, Anne Widdecombe has beaten me to it! Fucking bitch.

Credit to her though, Anne has come from being a liberal and caring Conservative MP...

...to being the leader of world's 1.1bn Roman Catholics...

"Fuck me, I was only here on a sight-seeing tour and got locked in the Sistine Chapel with all these old blokes. The next thing I knew, they were pushing me out here in front of all you lot!" Widdecome (Benedict XVI) on her first address to the assembled crowd in St Peter's Square.

Well, the election of Cardinal Nazinger as the new Pope will certainly send shivers down many who have been victim to Rome's hard-line views and doctrines.

As an atheist, I don't know why I feel I should even be bothered by this. But I find it alarming that organisations and faiths that rule the lives of so many people around the world can have such views in this day and age. It's very worrying that your colleague, or a person in the street, somebody at Tesco, wherever, might have their head filled with utter rubbish because of will of somebody who has no idea about real life. People are taught prejudices and hatred through religions, they become indoctrinated with the idea that it's right to forgive a murderer, but that somebody who's gay will live in eternal sin. It's OK for people in Africa to be dying of AIDS by the million, so long as they have lived to God's will while on earth. Utter bollocks.

Jesus wept, as they say.

Black smoke at the Vatican

I tell you what, you’d be really pissed off if you’d booked this week to go to Rome and see all the sites, including the Sistine Chapel and stuff; those Cardinals could be in there for ages! Inconsiderate bastards. I bet they choose some hard-line Nazi who opposes women's rights, use of contraceptives and acceptance of homosexuality. Just like the last one.

More worrying is the bums on seats value of the death of PJPII in terms of an upturn in congregations in Catholic churches around the UK. Fantastic. They'll be rising up and starting a 21st century crusade or inquisition next. I'd better go into hiding.

The funny thing is, many muslims are asking for a pope who is accepting of other faiths. That's rich.

I'm still working on my plan to infiltrate the Vatican during my trip to Rome in the autumn. Looking at the guide books, it seems that most of the Vatican buildings are open to the public so you just pay you money and go in. It should be a doddle. All I need to do is find the suggestion box to drop them a note. I wonder if I could get away with hiring a comedy nun outfit (with accompanying comedy teeth and specs) to go round St Peter's in?


Potholes
Why is it that there's always a pothole or raised manhole cover, you know, some sort of uneven road surface, just at the point when you're changing through the gears when setting off from lights, turning into a road or moving out of a junction? Just enough to throw your foot off the clutch and/or accelerator and make you look like a spak driver.


Lost in translation
I'm quite aware that my blog might not be completely understandable to certain sections of the interweb community. Because if this, I'm considering translating it into two new editions: a politically correct one and an American English one. The politically correct one will be simplicity in itself - I'll just delete all my posts (and not mention things like Joey Deacon dropping his shoe from that boat on Blue Peter).

I'll be enlisting the help of an American colleague of mine to produce the Yankie Doodle Cakesniffers Beware, or "Hey, watch out muffin-smellers!" as it'll become known. Of course, the American spelling will be hard to do - how do you go from writing in a perfectly normal way to something that looks dyslexic? Retarded, stupid, lazy nobheads.

Get a life!

Library Supporter
Bloody hell, could you imagine writing a blog dedicated to your job? Of course, Librarian is a comedy euphemism that I like to use for ladylovers. Perhaps then, the Library Supporter blog is dating site for gay women? Get it bookmarked, folks!

Great North West pasty survey

"The ever-popular sausage roll continues to be one of our best selling products"

Greggs the Bakers do a roaring trade in pastry-based, high-fat luncheon savouries. Every day, you can go for a walk into your local North West town's shopping area and you'll see masses of people chomping something hot and tasty from a Greggs bag.

For the past year or so, I've been conducting the Great North West Pasty Survey in which I measure the proportion of shopping precinct dwellers who have their faces shoved into a Greggs bag. I correlate this with the proportion of folk strolling along using walking aids, or causing mayhem on one of those trecherous motorised scooter things, i.e. incapacity benefits spongers. Let's just say, the correlation is very high; no matter whether it's my local shopping precinct here, or the fabulous Halton Lea Shopping City, they eat these things by the truck load. Of course, people who buy their pies and pastries from Hampson's ("so fresh we're famous"), Greenhalgh's and Martin's aren't as common and they tend to wait to get home before stuffing their faces. And I haven't forgotten the dodgy glazed icing coating on Greggs' ring doughnuts!

My shopping precinct has no less than FOUR bakeries. I am truly blessed by God's good grace.

The local Conservative Party candidate was at the precinct, pretending to canvass support while secretly counting the number of work-shy dolescum so she could report them at Shop Them. At least I hope that's what she was doing.

I was going to walk to the shops this afternoon, but as I approached the front gate, I heard the jingle jangle of an excited Max racing through the bushes after me. Despite a number of attempts to get him in the house, so as he wouldn't follow me onto the busy main road, he insisted on being the tit that he is so I ended up driving. That cat really does get me into trouble; it's no wonder the gangs of local youths take the piss out of me.

It's all Rover! Now, it's pretty devastating for the ex-workforce of Rover, who have all lost their jobs this week. It's bad too for the people employed by other industries that supply the car manufacturers. And it's not much fun for the Rover dealerships around the country. I honestly sympathise with all of them. However, the most severely affected will be us poor bastard motorists! Up until now, the presence of a Rover has been a first class indicator that the driver is a complete cock, how will we recognise these people once all the Rovers are off the roads? My guess is they'll transfer to Citroen C5s and Toyota Avensises (Avenses?), but there's no way of knowing for sure. I'm bloody scared, I can tell you. I suppose one way is to look out for people who are driving as if they're towing a caravan - did you know that the Rover 75 has a "caravan button" to boost power when towing?

Greetings cards

I'm going to print off a batch of these and send them to all my neighbours...

All-seeing eye

All-seeing eye
Originally uploaded by cakesniffer.

This is my eye. I took this photo to see the detail of my eyebrow hairs before I plucked them. I didn't pluck all the eyebrow hairs - I'd have looked like Whoopi Goldberg without eyebrows (except I'm not black and I don't look like the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz) - I just removed the ones that were growing through.

Eyebrows are the oddest things; why do we have them?

But yes, this is the eye that sees it all in my world (the other one is made of glass). It is this eye that sends the information to my little brain, where things get jumbled up and spat out with the help of the chemicals that the grey cells are bathed in. It is this eye that was really sore yesterday when my contact lens got folded in the corner after I'd rubbed it a bit too hard. Fucking contact lenses. Bastard things.

Today, my eye sees GREYNESS.

Officially "working from home", I've spent the morning pissing about on the internet, while doctoring a presentation that I'm giving next week with Conservative Party slogans. It'll certainly provoke a discussion amongst the leftie NHS types that I'm doing the training course for and it'll save me having to look at their blank faces. It's more likely that I'll be chased around the hospital site by people baying for my blood. And they let these people vote!

If I was to start a political party, readers of this blog won't be surprised to find that I'd have a very liberal approach to running the country. In fact, this country would run be run a lot better if we had a proper housewife as Prime Minister (and I'm not talking Maggie Thatcher here because she was a bloke). I mean somebody like Dolly from Emerdale Farm or Deirdre Barlow from Corrie. The cabinet would be comprised of women from all walks of life (so long as they weren't spongers) and we'd have men to do things like work in factories and farms, mend cars and washing machines. That's their best place life, not at the hub of power where they get ideas above their station and start trouble all over the globe. Men's egos are far too big, they should never be allowed anywhere near government.

This country needs a good civil war in which anybody who is proved to be worthless (whether they be filthy rich or dolescum underclass) should be cast out! I'd like Bono to be tried for crimes against humanity too. Tosser.

Radio Four-rah, rah, rah!

Does anybody actually really enjoy Radio 4, or are those who proclaim to merely showing off? The only stuff worth listening to is the comedy on a Saturday lunchtime. The rest of it is just pretentious shit that you can get in condensed format on the BBC website. It's a bit like The Times/Sunday Times newspapers; I'm sure people only buy these to make themselves look good.

The BBC should do away with Radio 4 and bring us more digital radio that covers the interests of "urban youth". It could have documentaries on gang warfare, drinking in large groups, being a constant pain in the arse, the best body language for optimum threatening behaviour.

Radio 4 is a high-brow radio station brought to us from the BBC. It has no music and generally covers news and current affairs, with the odd documentary, play and comedy show thrown in. It's shit.

Oh bollocks to it, bloody e-mail server won't let me send a 10MB message - tried it twice now.

We're not worthy

That's me and the Chimp. We're not worthy of a mention on some insignificant BBC blog page thing, yet good old "Half an identity" is. Well done Sam. And well done the BBC for publicising somebody who claims to be on the run from the witness protection programme. Two words: David, Kelly.

I don't think my blog fits in with the BBC's policy for not publishing anything that goes against the doctrine of St Tony of Sedgefield. Or it could be something to do with my frequent use of the words: fuck; fuckers; cocksuckers; piss; arse; twat; BASTARDS. But, come on, it's the 21st century.

Obviously the BBC feels threatened by Angry Chimp's reporting of current affairs. They're only jealous because they're shackled by the censor in Number 10 and the Chimp is free to report the truth.

Perhaps I should start a blog whereby I pretend to be a hopeless alcoholic with a questionable sexuality, striving to come to terms with life, heartbreak, depression, poverty... Perhaps I should get thinking and produce something mildly entertaining or amusing to post instead of the usual pile of crap that I come out with.

Coming up on Cakesniffers Beware...
Don't miss a thing as Tina documents her plan to infiltrate the Vatican and take over as Pope. In nomini patri e spirito sancti or something like that.

Conservatives in "one in, one out" immigration pledge

The Conservatives have been criticised for being racist over their desire to impose immigration limits. However, the full truth of their policy is actually quite appealing. A leaked document from Central Office reveals that the Tories will introduce a "one in, one out" immigration policy. This means that, for every new immigrant or asylum seaker the UK gains, we actually lose a member of our malingering underclass of long-term sick benefits claimants and parasitic serial single mothers. The only condition being that the incoming "New Briton" has to find paid work and contribute something to the economy.

A vote winner in anyone's book!

eBay bastards

This is one of those photos that does the rounds in joke e-mails, but it's pretty funny.

Yes, ebay. I'm bidding on an Italian language CD course thing. The price has been 50p for two days, but some bitch has now entered a maximum bid of £5 with 4 hours to go. Stupid twat. In these situations, I like to engage in a game of Ebay Poker with my adversary. I enter a series of incremental maximum bids of my own, but just enough to force the price up so the eventual winner has to pay their maximum bid price. It's a bit of a risk because you could end up paying for something yourself, but it's a lesson to those who bid on things that I want. You do NOT fuck with me!

Of course, if you really want an item, the idea is to wait until an auction is in it's final minute before you enter your maximum bid. Or you could just buy it from Amazon or Amazon Marketplace because the price will probably less than at the end of a bidding war.

It'd be quite good if you could find out who you were bidding against you could threaten them when they were pissing you off. Or even better, find out where they lived so you could go round and steal off them if they outbid you.


Shafted
I've been pissed off because I was shafted over that job I had the interview for. After being asked to apply after the closing date, then being given lots of hints and basically being told that the job was mine, after going through all the stress of preparing for and then the interview itself, they decided to give the job to somebody else. I've no idea what went on, but something must've happened to make them change their mind and it wasn't the interview. So I'm pissed off and very depressed. If I can't even get a job in those circumstances, what are my chances elsewhere?

I really do need to brush up on my martial arts and swordplay; the list of people who have pissed me off is growing and I need to start some killings.

eBay update

I'm having so much excitement, watching the last quarter hour of my eBay auction. I wonder if somebody will pip me at the post. This could end up being spookily like the situation with that job... Could I take two major disappointments in the same week?

Why is it that when you edit a post, the line spacing goes weird?

11 minutes, 50 seconds.... I'm not mad keen on the woman, but I thought Camilla looked really nice at her wedding yesterday... 9 minutes, 37 seconds.... This suspense is killing me! I can't believe I'm getting so excited over something that is probably shit... 8 minutes, 1 second... We're having roast chicken tonight, not had that for a while... 7 minutes, 15 seconds - still winning! Eeek, I can hardly bear to look... 5 minutes, 44 seconds and all is well... 3 minutes, 49 seconds... trying to take my mind off it by looking at compact flash on Dabs and Amazon, it's all getting a bit too much for me... 2 minutes, 55 seconds... I'm going to burst! The thing is, I can always get it new from Amazon if I don't win this auction, but this has turned into a battle of wills that i need to emerge victorious from... 1 minute, 36 seconds... FIFTYNINE seconds... TWENTYSEVEN seconds... Congratulations! You won, you are THE BEST ebay bidder EVER!

Rome, if you want to

Buona sera, mi chiama Tina!

Fuck, if that's the extent of my Italian, I'd better do some brushing up pretty sharpish for when I visit the Eternal City in September. Yes, I'm off to Rome for my first holiday in about 7 years.

Of course, I'll be taking questions to pass on to the new Pope while I'm there, so get your thinking hats on. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear from everyone. I might even go to St Peter's on the Sunday to see if I can get a blessing. Imagine that, me of all people!

Vorrei un scoiatolo, per favore. For some reason, whenever I try to speak Italian, the only word I can think of is scoiatolo, which means squirrel. Bugger only knows why. When I was a kid, I could say quite a few things, but it's all gone. Una bottiglia d'acqua minerale frizzante, per favore e un litro di vino rosso per mia sorella. Oh, anche una borsa di malato.

Still, give me 6 months and I might be able to get by. Even if I don't, I doubt I'll starve if I don't manage to eat anything in the four days that I'm there.

Be gentle with me...

I'm pissed off and deflated and let down and depressed and angry. But I'll live. Unless I take an overdose and do myself in.

At least you can rely on the BBC
The BBC have done me proud today, I'm watching the live streaming of the Pope's funeral on their website. Haven't got a bloody clue what's going on because it's all in foreign with Huw Edwards commentating in his weird Welsh/English. In addition to this, this video is very mosaic(ked?) so you can't see much apart from the red of the cardinals' robes. But I feel like I'm there!

I'm only really interested in case there's an attempted terrorist attack on all those world leaders. Unfortunately, I think the security is far too good.

See Rome and die... if only.

Sausage barm
In a world of let-downs, one thing you can rely on to you pick you up - even if only for a minute or so - is the good old sausage barm with brown sauce.

What's a barm(cake)? It's North West term for a soft, flat bread roll. But it's not a roll because bread rolls have a crust and barmcakes are soft. They're sometimes called baps (but "baps" are titties or norks in my book), batches (in the Coventry area) and even "teacakes" in Barnsley (now that IS bizarre). Anyway, barmcakes are the ideal mode of delivery for two pork sausages and brown sauce, whereas toast provides the perfect accompaniment for rashers of crispy bacon (with brown sauce).


Winter again
Just when you thought you could put your heavy coat away, it starts snowing again. It's April, for fuck's sake! Bloody freezing.


Soooooooooooooooooo fed up.

Tony Blair in cahoots with Bin Laden

This photo is direct evidence that Tony Blair is in cahoots with Islamic terrorist Osama Bin Lid-on. The picture clearly shows wife Cherie in muslim head-scalf while Tony listens to the skies for the planned air attack on GLC HQ, 2 miles away.

Seriously though, what the fuck does she look like? I bet she wanted to arrive at Westminster Cathedral in one of those horse-drawn herses where the gee-gees have those black feathered head-dresses. You know, with a floral tribute to "John Paul" being carried in the back. Stupid bitch wants a good fucking slap.

Words of wisdom

Mr Grimsdale!!!! Mr Grims...daaaaaaale!!!!!!!

The Oracle has spoken. This time, he has imparted true words in the rules of engagement for that mode of communication known as "texting" - or is it txtng?

"The texting rule is: never text more than twice beforing receiving a response. If you don't get a response after the second text they either;

a. Hate you
b. Are dead"

Job interview
Yes, the job interview, it's tomorrow and I'm actually looking forward to it. Well, looking forward to it being over and done with. It should be OK and if I don't get it, it's not as if I haven't already got a job.

What am I being interviewed for? No, it's not the job of the Holy See, but I'd soon put the Catholic church straight on a few things if I was made Pope! No disrespect to JPII (that's what the Americans call him, similar to "9/11" and shit like that), but he didn't do much to help the AIDS crisis in the 3rd world with his stance on contraception. As for his views on abortion, women and homosexuality? Well, they weren't particularly useful, friendly or kind. But never mind, he had the courage of his convictions and you can't knock people for their beliefs (but they feel it's OK for them to knock you because of them).

But no, I'm not going to be the world's first atheist, woman Pope. I couldn't be doing with all that fuss to tell you the truth, and all that waving would play merry Hamlet with my dodgy shoulder. I won't go into details about what the job interview is for (it's not that interesting), but let's all play a game of Imagine what you'd do if you were being interviewed for the job of:

1. Dr Who - I'd play Dr Who in the style of Bez out of the Happy Mondays. Then again, Christopher Eccelston's not that far off.
2. Chief advisor to Tony Blair - "With all due respect, Prime Minister, you're a lying wanker who's crippled this country's working and middle classes, you fucking tosser. You led us to an illegal war and helped to destabilise the Middle East. Your wife is a twat and everybody hates you and her. Do us all a favour and disband the Labour Party right now, then piss off back to Scotland where you came from." I wouldn't get the job, but I'd have fun trying.
3. A member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad.

I can't think of any other jobs at the moment. I can't think of anything because I'm too stressed about my own job interview! Deep breaths.... It'll be fine.

A very special day

Today is a very special day for me and only 2 people in the world know it (I'm one of them). I'm going to celebrate by buying some feminine items from Tesco.

"Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. Goddamn it Otto, you are an alcoholic. Goddamn it Otto, you have Lupus... one of those two doesn't sound right."