Stupidity Is ....

Doing this ....



The weather Gods weren't smiling. Guess exactly where the wind decided to switch directions meaning I had a head-wind in both directions.

A Necessary Evil.

A couple of weeks ago in a fit of blind enthusiasm, with absolutely no hope of ultimate success, I decided this would be the year when I'd get back into doing the occasional cycle road race. Unfortunately such aspirations require exercise.

So instead of taking a well earned break I've been doing things like this.



And this ....



Plus this ...



Not to forget this ...



And lastly - and most stupidly - this...



My legs are stuffed and, to be honest, I really don't feel a hell of a lot fitter.

This exercise lark is a complete con!

Rhyme Time Again

There are those that don't really count limericks as proper poetry. Mainly because of their tendency to lapse into the lewd and the profane. Personally I kind of like them - especially those that spark a response.

One of the best examples of this is the Nantucket limerick.

There was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter named Nan,
Ran off with a man.
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

It evoked the following response:

He followed the trio to Pawtucket,
Nan, the man, and the bucket.
He told the man,
He was welcome to Nan.
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.

And then there are the limericks that delight in playing with words:

She laughed and called him Mr,
Because, in jest, he kr.
So out of spite,
The very same night.
This Mr kr sr.

Now given that we've had three relatively clean examples I guess I should close with something slightly more risque.

There was a young woman from Thrace,
Whose corsets no longer would lace.
Her mother said "Nelly,"
"There's more in your belly"
"Than ever went in through your face."

Nuff said.

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Technophobe

I've just set up my first wireless home network.

Apparently, as promised by the set up instructions, it's supposed to be easy.



Bollocks to that!

For what it's worth the task was completed - though it did require swearing, angry cigarette breaks, and acts of casual violence.

I guess I'll never be an IT sort of a guy.