So I'm sitting here geek-chilling (which is basically moving 100's of GB of files around into a better order to satisfy my geeky OCD ridden brain, where most people would by now have deleted most of my stash of shite). And as I do so, my digital photoframe is flashing up pictures. There's more or less all of the lolcats as of about April, a few from Failblog, and about 10 of mine and 100 of Leggy's from the 2005 Wembley/NOOL/Wolves weekend. Now, shocking as seeing ROCKET MicK at 4am is to the constitution, a more bizarre thought came to me......
While I was away, my mother, from NORTHERN IRELAND, sat in NORTHERN IRELAND, worrying that her son, from NORTHERN IRELAND, would be injured in a terrorist related incident while in Engerland.
Talk about things being turned on their heads. I know folks from England who worked and lived and went to school here when things were deeply shite, and the things they said about what their mates had asked them and worried about were LOLworthy in the extreme......but then my own kin start with it, oh dear. Thing is, she grasps the basic terrorist premis of "ignore them and they fail" when dealing with our own bunches of spackers, but somehow felt the Engerlish variety would kill me worse or something??
But basically, a norn iron woman worrying about her kid in engerland ![]()
EDIT: reminds me...... walking up to Wemberley, I wanted to dispose of some MacBallburger's wrappers properly. I have been well raised and do not wish to dirty up somewhere where I am a guest. In my quest I inquired of my fellows...."don't you twats have bins? Is this all some scam to bust people for littering?" to which one wag replied....."with weird cunts like you from nothern ireland sneaking about, would YOU put litter bins near your national stadium?" or words to that effect. ![]()
Not sure which of you pillocks it was but ![]()