Brace Yourself!

When I was a student, one summer I worked as a binman. One of the other binmen went to school with someone who had a cousin who once went out with Kate Bush.
You may think my relationship with Kate Bush is pretty tenuous and pathetic, but your relationship with Kate Bush is even more so. You are reading the blog of someone who once worked with someone who went to school with someone who had a cousin who once went out with Kate Bush, so SOD OFF SUCKER!!!

My car is pretty basic I know. It has five wheels, one of which you use for steering, an engine, some seats and other bits. Unfortunately some bits are falling off or don’t fit together, or frankly, work.
The bumper fell off a week ago (being a safety conscious motorist, I put it back on), the radiator or water pump is busted and needs to be refilled every few hours, the bonnet doesn’t close and the boot doesn’t open, a couple of light covers are shattered and the exhaust drags along the floor.
When I was stopped by the police yesterday most of this went unnoticed. They were only interested in tyres, bonnet and light cover. They made me tie the bonnet down with shoelaces (looks really impressive), gave me a list of things to do and let me go.

This car is not as bad as many of my previous cars. My fondest memory is of an old Ford Fiesta. Every time I did a left turn the battery would fall into the engine.

What they really want is for me to attend a job interview.
Frankly, don’t waste my time. If you want to conduct job interviews, ring the jobcentre.

The Japanese national debt is well over 200% of GDP, compared to the Greek national debt of 140% or so which forced them into bankruptcy. Japan can afford it for the moment but when interest rates go up Japan may be unable to afford to service its debt. Imagine a country going bankrupt for debts at about 30% of global GDP.
We’re all going to suffer for this.

Is a small amount compared to the trillions of pounds they have sucked out of us, but yesterday when I was paying £110 into my bank, I got a receipt from the machine for £130 having been deposited.
What will I do with my massive windfall? I think I will wait until they annoy me over something trivial then take them to the small claims court for the shoe leather I wasted in going to see them.

And as if to prove it he has been showing off his anus to every good time girl in London.
I found this photograph of the young fantastic.

My most charitable thought is that the royal anus is public property, since we the public had to pay for his damn good time.
British public property that is. Foreigners should have to pay per view.

Most people, if they don’t want any more tuition will just not answer the door or their phone. Pretty bad if I had to turn up at their door before I found that out, but some have gone a great deal further (or so they say).
Then there was the maths/physics student who’d I’d known for years – I thought he was a bit clingy, and said something uncomplimentary about his live in girlfriend. Bit of a problem for me now when I need some sensible advice.
Then there was the guy who came around to my very male house, and was sick in the toilet, only making it worse. ‘bye’ I shouted, as he went for the door, but he was running at Mach 2.5 or thereabouts so the sound never reached him.
My favourite of all though was when I realised what a boring pretentious retard manager I was trying to ‘impregnate’ (what an unfortunate word to use) with basic calculus. When the time came to be paid and he seemed to have forgotten, I told him, ‘Don’t mess me around darlin’. Just take off your clothes and gimme your money’.
Fortunately I did get my fee. He didn’t run far either, cos I met him in the street two months later.
There was the Australian wannabe vet studying physics, who went to Ireland (she texted me to say) – might have been something to do with my having told her that her country populated by the UK’s rejects of society was doing more to destroy the planet than the retarded cowboy in charge of the USA at the time.

London Tube drivers are on strike again for the 300th or so time this year. They say they are not paid enough at about £55000 each (really) and deserve more holidays because their finger ache with all the buttons they have to press.

Those tube drivers are small brained idiots who do a monkey’s job, stopping and starting their train like a golf cart. In an age when we need to cut costs, this is where we can start. Let the monkeys out of the zoos and let them drive trains for which they can be paid some nuts and bananas.

Meanwhile the traindrivers can move into the monkeypen, amusing visitors by holding strike ballots and refusing to come out unless people at least double the number of bricks thown.

Maybe.
They charge for their online tests. I have just put up a maths and physics test centre on astarmathsandphysics.
Needless to say, it is free, like everything will be when the REVOLUTION comes.

I dream of going to Mars and discovering an undiscovered tribe of Martians.
I dream of being the first Earth Man they have ever seen.
I dream of being worshipped, AS A GOD!