Tuesday, May 30, 2006

As Will Smith said...

.... in the film Men in Black, "this rates about a 9.0 on my weird shit-o-meter!"

I dont know what disturbs me the most about this.... slamming the kitty off the table... eating the cat food.... rubbing it on her face.... or having someone film the whole thing.

http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1692077/

Makes you wonder whats going on in your neighbours house!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Swearing Part 2 - Use of the word F*ck

If ever you needed more proof than this.... http://marinadazza.blogspot.com/2006/05/swearing-use-of-word-fck.html on the utility of the word F*ck!

Here is an official English language training tape: http://www.break.com/index/englishf.html

Now..... "Why dont you go outside and play hide and go f**k yourself!"

Running - Fighting the pain and boredom!

I am a runner. OK let me rephrase that. I attempt to run. Not because I enjoy it, nope, mainly because I feel that if exercise isn't pushing you to the edge of exhaustion, it probably isn't doing you much good. I know some of you will disagree with that.... and I know some people can run all day.... can run marathon's (although god knows why you do John) but for me it is a hard pastime!

There is the physical side of course, the gasping for air, the legs feeling like sacks of spuds! However one of the hardest things, is the boredom!! Clearly running outside is more interesting than the treadmill in a gym.... unless they have TV screens showing images of Jessica Alba doing Yoga in some scantily clad outfit! But unless you have some entertainment gadget strapped to your arm, the boredom is mind numbing!

So I was delighted to read the following report.... http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/5010832.stm

I admire both Nike and Apple for their marketing, some of it is pure genius! And there will be an element of marketing in this new venture of course. But I like the fact that two companies are actually thinking about their customers, and what they need, and at least trying to address some of their desires. Is that their sole motivation? Of course not. It's all about shifting more units!! Selling more runners and iPods is obviously the goal. But, personally, I don't care. Good luck to them I say! And until 24Hour Fitness get that TV screen showing Jessica Alba doing Yoga in some scantily clad outfit, then I might have to purchase these products, if only to fight the boredom and keep me in the constant agony that is running.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Swearing - Use of the word F*ck

Some people love to do it, some people are disgusted by it. But there are times when swearing is perfectly acceptable. And when swearing, nothing is more versatile than the favourite word among expletives…. F*CK!

You can use the word F*CK in so many ways and it really does summarise things perfectly. One example I hear a lot, is when I am playing soccer, and someone hits a bad pass, our coach can be heard shouting…. “That’s F*cking awful!”.

In fact there have been many times in history, when using the word F*CK, would have been considered acceptable! They are…

"What the F*ck do you mean, we are sinking?"
-- Capt. E.J. Smith of RMS Titanic, 1912

"What the F*ck was that?"
-- Mayor Of Hiroshima, 1945

"Where did all those F*ck ing Indians come from?"
-- Custer, 1877

"Any F*cking idiot could understand that."
-- Einstein, 1938

"It does so F*cking look like her!"
-- Picasso, 1926

"How the F*ck did you work that out?"
-- Pythagoras, 126 BC

"You want WHAT on the F*cking ceiling?"
-- Michelangelo, 1566

"Where the F*ck are we?"
-- Amelia Earhart, 1937

"Scattered F*cking showers, my ass!"
-- Noah, 4314 BC

"Aw c'mon. Who the F*ck is going to find out?"
-- Bill Clinton, 1998

"Geez, I didn't think they'd get this F*cking mad."
-- Saddam Hussein, 2003

Friday, May 12, 2006

It's all about marketing - Part 4 - Shaving your balls

Some things need little introduction! All I will say is that there are some genius marketeers out there that really know how to target their market!!

Make sure you use your headphones!
After the main intro bit, use the interactive menu "Where to" section!

http://www.shaveeverywhere.com/

Monday, May 08, 2006

Farting

Now some of you who read this blog on a regular basis (all 3 of you!) are probably wondering..."How come this blog is written by a guy, and one from England, and he hasn't written about farting yet!" - Well, wonder no more!

True, farting is one of the largest hobbies in England, along with train spotting and bird watching. Infact you dont even have to fart for it to be funny. It is also one of the funniest topics of conversation you can have. Talking about farting always seems to raise a smile, people share their best fart stories, and everyone else just roles around at the general hilarity of the content.

Example.... last night I went out for dinner, and there was a very interesting moment where we thought someone was leaning over to break wind, only to be disappointed that they actually had a cramp in their leg. That obviously led to multiple fart stories and more fart noise impressions!

I also love old people who fart. Obviously not if I am in wafting distance, but I love the fact that they have no fear when letting when go, and no remorse when they have released it! They could be taking ballroom dancing lessons, they could be in church or just walking down the street and generally there is an 'eau de fart' whiff that follows them. I say thats a great thing, they have been around this world longer than I have, they have seen a lot of stuff and they deserve to do what they want! I say let them fart!

Whats also good about farting, is there are so many terms for it. A Fart is a fart.... but it is more than that. It can be a: Dutch oven; air biscuit; bottom burp; trump; shitwhiff; passing gas; crop dusting; flatulence; weapon of ass destruction; stinkin up the place; SBD (Silent But Deadly).... and all with the same effect!

Now that being said, what I dont like, is the phantom fart blower that seems to frequent the Horseshoe Tavern on Chestnut Street. The last few times I have been in there, some friend of society has dropped gas so bad, the crowd around the bar acted as if the cops had thrown tear gas in to break up a riot! People were crying, nasal passages were bleading, and my pint of Stella went flat!! These kind of actions should not be tolerated! Infact we may need to add this to the decor, and have some serious fines for those who break the rules!



Anyway, I hope this story has prompted you to remember with fondness, your best farting story. I know you have one :-)

In the meantime, here is something for all you couples out there, I hope this never happened to you

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Golf and wisdom of the older generation!

A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio whether she can join them.

Naturally, the guys all agreed. Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you wants to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear or tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots.

With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first. All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green.

The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.

The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it and I have faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out a nine iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole. (She was closest to the pin.

The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."

The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak. I've left a tricky little putt." Before tapping in the five-footer for a birdie.

Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole and knocked the hell out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.

For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.

When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and has a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 25-year old Royal Salute Scotch in him, fix him dinner and then show him a good time the rest of the night.

"The yuppie son jumped at the thought. He strolled across the green, carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup.

"The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb.
"Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and run it left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup.

"The old gray haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to the her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart. Your car or mine?"

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

The Family

From time to time, we all face challenges with our family. We love them and they drive us nuts at the same time! I am sure you all have challenges out there, two quotes that I like, which sum up how I feel about family:

A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.
- Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
- George F. Burns, American Comedian, 1896 to 1996

At the end of the day, families wont always see eye to eye, and there needs to be understanding from all sides to make things work!

Language Lessons 4 - The North of England

English..... American..... is it the same language? Thankfully No!

Dont worry, this blog will not degenerate into a scathing attack of the 'American' language. Far from it actually!

I am delighted that the Americans have taken the English language for their own and adapted it to suit their own needs (albeit they still need help with spelling!). But without this development, and some would say refinement, we would have missed out on some of the more descriptive terms in today's society!

In the past I have extolled the wonderous American terms such as Fupa and Gunt( http://marinadazza.blogspot.com/2005/11/language-lessons-2.html ). I don't know where I would be today if I couldn't use such words. Thanks Rose and Jay!

Now it is those Northerners in England who are moulding the English language to comic effect! Thanks to LW, for sending this on. This is a real document developed for the National Health Service (NHS) in Doncaster. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Doncaster, it is a small town in the North of England, and can be best described by clicking here.
(Please understand I am not criticising the North of England. I am myself from the North of England and proud of it. But also proud not to be from Doncaster!)

Anyway, the document itself was prepared for non-local health workers from around the world that may have the (unfortunate) task of working in the town. Think of the document as a urban dictionary for the North of England, to enable those non-local health workers to understand what the F**K their patients are talking about. It contains choice translations such as the following:-

LOCAL TERM: I'm Champion!
TRANSLATED TERM: I am feeling great thank you!

LOCAL TERM: Squits
TRANSLATED TERM: Diarrhoea

LOCAL TERM: Barnsley's at home
TRANSLATED TERM: Menstruating


I could go on forever, but the document is best viewed in it's entirety! You will notice that there seem to be an inordinate amount of phrases for male and female genitalia. I do not know the reason for this, but it would seem to indicate a fascination with those body parts! Please enjoy the document, study it and next time you see me in the street, I hope to hear you are 'Champion'! (PS. If you have 'fishdocks', please do not tell me!)

Enjoy - http://www.box.net/public/static/15yovcqmpf.pdf

(STRANGE FACT - When I ran the spell check on this article, Doncaster came out as spelt incorrectly, and it offered the following suggested replacement: Densest! No shit! :-)