ebay and solstice

Well, stayed up all night (tried to doze, failed) to be up for sunrise. Where I took photos. Not terribly impressive ones, admittedly, as I live in a fairly densely-treed rolling countryside-ish area (edge of the suburbs, farming land ten minutes walk west) but a nice record of the day. I'd forgotten how fricking cold it is at that time of the morning in summer, not having been up and outside at that time in summer since last time I did Reading Festival, and that's August Bank Holiday - much hotter. Still rather nice, rather pretty. One day I'll get round to doing Stonehenge, as it looks fun.

Looking at ebay as I need to get rid of a load of stuff - videos mostly, then search through mounds of comics. However, pretty much the only thing that looks like it'll sell is Angel S2, as even if you put things like the Indiana Jones Box set up at one pound, it won't sell. :sigh: should've got rid of these as soon as I got the dvd player. Charity shop here I come.

I'm sorry I haven't a clue

All familiar with this radio programme, you know what I'm talking about. Everyone else, go to the bbc website and listen to this week's. I just want to know what goes on in the minds of Humphrey Littleton and the crew that they come up with some of the filthiest innuendo know to man. And the English were *raised* on innuendo. There's nothing like getting an American guest to shriek 'I didn't mean *that*! God, you people have filthy minds!'

Seriously. There's nothing like having a kitchen full of people whip round, mouths open in disbelief at some of the stuff Humph comes out with - especially the Samantha jokes. You don't want to know about the Samantha jokes. Really you don't. They're worse than the Lionel Blair jokes, and that's something.

I wonder if there's a way to explain such in-jokes as 'Hamish you'll have had your tea', 'inasmuchas' and the complete and total mastery these people have over the common garden musical instruments the swannee whistle and kazoo.

:bite nails nervously in anticipation of kickoff:

Half time

2-1 to England, and all praise to the baby elephant....

Mostly had possession, one helluva lot of nail biting due to Croatia scoring in the first five, the evils of Croatia's defence and our slightly all over the place tactics. Tactics? What tactics? More like a frickin' pinball machine.

Fortunately, had a mish mash in front of goal that led to ball basically being shoved in by force of 'fuck it' at 40 mins, then the baby elephant came to the rescue in the 45th, which led to screams of 'Rooney, you beautyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'
He's a very clever boy.

Wheeeee!

4-2. I thankyou. :pets the baby elephant and the rather fabulous Frank Lampard: