If I had a hammer

I'd most likely use it on somebody's skull.

But apart from that, for some reason, I've been having flashbacks to my childhood; to the uncomplicated days of the early seventies, where in primary school they made us sing along to the timeless classics of Peter, Paul and Mary.

To much concern from Trump, I downloaded the wonderful tunes If I had a hammer and Go tell it on the mountain followed by I'd like to teach the world to sing from the New Seekers, or Seekers - whoever.

These were the songs that we sand along to when we were nippers, along with The ink is black from fuck knows who. All good, wholesome stuff for impressionable four year olds.

I wonder what went wrong with me.

I wonder how many people would take out their colleagues or collegemates with automatic weapons if guns were readily available in the UK.


Wi-Fi theft
A couple of people have been successfully prosecuted after stealing people's wireless internet connections. One culprit aroused suspicion by sitting in his car outside a house and covering his windows with cardboard while he surfed away. Remind you of anything?

But what a nob, fancy doing it in open view of everyone rather than from behind closed doors (like the rest of us do).

And people who don't enable security on their wireless networks deserve to have people piggybacking them and stealing their bandwidth.

Stupid fucktards.


Full house
There's a full house here at Chez Sniffy tonight. I can't cope. I am hiding in the little room (study/spare bedroom, not toilet) to escape. Both of my cameras are drawing much attention from gadget loving rellies. I love it when people covet my ox, especially people with a penchant for one-upmanship. Although it does run the risk of me having to talk to people when I'm not feeling particularly communicative.

Hey ho.


Hair bear update
Despite having a pathological hatred and fear of hairdressers, I let my hormonal and tired sister cut my hair the other day. Here are the before and after shots.

Oh, I haven't got any before shots because we only take photos of newborn babies these days, but here's the after:

Hairdressers? Pfhah!