Convalescing from what?

Day time telly, it's a slippery slope , you'll be watching loose women next.

I have just had a month off work and managed to avoid Jezza Kyle, anything with 
David Dickinson in, etc but did watch 'Homes under the Hammer' where I learnt 
that you could buy a grotty little terrace in some god forsaken shithole and 
turn it into a newly painted terrace house that some simpleton would buy 
without realising that the could have done a bit of DIY and saved themselves 15 
grand.





On 7 Mar 2013, at 09:20, "Robert Woodmansey" <[email protected]> wrote:

> Im convalescing
> 
> A lot of time on my hands.
> 
> Im actually watching daytime TV for the first time ever. The great British 
> bake off and need to ask some gentlemen of a certain age some simple 
> questions.
> Betty and Rog, has Kirsty Wark been elevated to the list of acceptable older 
> totty yet ? Cherie Lunghi, Francesca Annis, Sharon Stone  and Yasmin Le Bon, 
> if they come on the telly  in the ward is it OK if I have a tug under the 
> blanket ?
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> On 7 Mar 2013, at 08:38, Chris Briggs wrote:
> 
>> Blimey Rob, had they run out of Coco Pops and fizzy vimto again?
>> 
>> 
>> 
>> On 7 Mar 2013, at 07:54, "Robert Woodmansey" <[email protected]> wrote:
>> 
>>> Just how stupid do I look? “Enter your PIN”, grunts the uniformed 
>>> Neanderthal who has just manhandled my job lot of Filets de Cheval through 
>>> the checkout at the local branch of “a major supermarket”. Really? And 
>>> there was me thinking I had to get my cock out and rub it on your funny 
>>> little machine to make it work…we’ve only had chip and PIN in this country 
>>> for the last fucking decade, you grotty little serving twerp. Not everyone 
>>> who passes through the doors of your establishment would lose a battle of 
>>> wits with the contents of the shelves, or is rendered so feeble and 
>>> incontinent by dementia that the aisle needs to be mopped after they’ve 
>>> walked down it. 
>>> 
>>> At least, that’s what I should have said. But being British and relatively 
>>> well-brought-up, I simply paid up and pissed off. There would also have 
>>> been no point in the above diatribe, because most of the words in it would 
>>> have been far too long to have registered much more than the merest 
>>> electro-chemical blip in the junk-food-and-alcopop-stunted frontal lobes of 
>>> the recipient. Take a look around you the next time you’re queueing at a 
>>> checkout and you’ll realize that Planet of the Apes was in fact a 
>>> groundbreaking and prophetic documentary.
>>> 
>>> It’s enough to inspire a degree of sympathy with the 83-year-old Birmingham 
>>> woman banned for life from her local Tesco for allegedly “bullying” the 
>>> staff when they neglected to serve her at the deli counter with what she 
>>> considered the requisite degree of responsiveness. She was only after two 
>>> slices of ham. Unfortunately, whether or not she is actually guilty of 
>>> ramming staff with her trolley as alleged, she instantly loses all 
>>> credibility with her counter-argument to the accusation: “I watch Songs of 
>>> Praise every week for goodness sake, I hardly go around attacking people”. 
>>> No, love, not personally perhaps. But on the other hand, you do adhere to a 
>>> belief system based on fantasy, bigotry and a complete disregard for the 
>>> established facts of physical science that has over the centuries accounted 
>>> for untold millions of war dead, embraced torture as a means of determining 
>>> guilt or innocence, repressed just about every minority you can think of 
>>> and worst of all still persists to this day as a legitimate component part 
>>> of our state and government.
>>> 
>>> But I digress. Poking fun at religious fantasists is too easy. At least the 
>>> lady in question could have been reasonably sure that what she would have 
>>> got at the deli counter, had she not attempted to emasculate the serving 
>>> ape with a trolley, originated from a pig, because you can generally see 
>>> what it is they are flogging you. 
>>> 
>>> The issue of the moment as far as supermarkets are concerned appears to be 
>>> that anything less immediately recognisable, i.e. anything packaged, can no 
>>> longer be guaranteed to contain precisely what is described on the outside. 
>>> This is a scandal of titanic proportions, so we are told. Well, what a load 
>>> of patronising, middle-England Daily Mail-reading bollocks. The British 
>>> public will quite happily gobble down all manner of rancid, stomach-turning 
>>> shit, by choice, without batting an eyelid. Why? Because most of the great 
>>> unwashed know no better, and have grown up on…well…Coke, gristle and chips, 
>>> basically. 
>>> 
>>> How are we topping the international leaderboard in obesity if we are all 
>>> so fucking particular about what we eat? Does the pallid, acne-ridden 
>>> job-avoider queueing at the kebab van give an ounce of thought to the 
>>> contents of that greasy pensioner’s leg revolving so temptingly on the 
>>> spit? Of course not. No, claiming that this is all a crusade to defend the 
>>> public’s health is disingenuous at best. The whole thing smells worse than 
>>> the festering contents of a fatty’s unwashed rolls of flab. 
>>> 
>>> Somebody, somewhere wants to stick it to the retail food giants and the 
>>> meat trade. More than likely, some group of disaffected left-wing 
>>> vegetarian fairies lurking on the back benches with nothing better to do 
>>> now that it’s not their turn to fuck the country. The only people who give 
>>> a toss are the pointless media twats who exist only to perpetuate crises 
>>> and the politicians who instantly pop their heads up like coked-up 
>>> pinstripe meerkats the minute there is a whiff of potential airtime. In any 
>>> case, I can absolutely guarantee you that for well over 90% of the 
>>> kebab-and-pot-noodle-consuming general population, horse meat would 
>>> represent a radically beneficial shift in their overall dietary health. 
>>> 
>>> So bring it on. Quite apart from anything else, more horse on the menu 
>>> means fewer fat-arsed equestrian toffee-noses self-righteously blocking up 
>>> the roads round my way…I just saw Labour's latest political broadcast on 
>>> immigration and "one nation Labour" and I'm heading form the vomitorium
>>> 
>>> 
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