Polly-Tickle Parties

I think, when it comes to political discussions, I'll remain on the sidelines.

It might infuriate some people to know that when all seems well in one's own world, sometimes it's just pleasant to accept that fact, and let everyone get on with their own mess. And there are so many messes out there, perhaps I don't have enough energy or compassion to lavish thoughts/actions on every one.

Some people are just like that.

I do care.

Just not today. Or - possibly - tomorrow.

But I might take up arms when required.

Politically Troglodyte.

That's me.

For now.

Sergei

Grape Hoobs

I'm a great fan of Hoobs. They seem to have been with us since time began, although perhaps only since pubescent times in reality. Hoobs seem to come in all sorts of colours - blue, pink, green - even brown.

Well, I've just discovered the latest colour which have appeared in that special place where the Sun doesn't shine.

Grape Hoobs.

Very rare, and I can only think of one other person in WHQTTT who has also made this fascinating discovery.

Scissors anyone?

Sergei

Drained

The National Manhole Cover Society of Great Britain meets today at it's annual get-together of fun and jollity. Members are encouraged to wear their conference badges with pride and decorum, and to spread the word about their interest far and wide.

What, you may ask, am I doing writing about this event?

Well, (pun intended) I have recently been fascinated by this often mis-understood society, whose main aim in life is to preserve and record the many different designs of cover in our capital city, going back to the first cover installed in 1848 outside Kings Cross.

Also, I've decided to send in some designs for new covers, which have the potential to entertain, enlighten and educate the millions of pedestrians and tourists. The reason behind my new hobby is to create a national network of postcoded drain covers, which could prevent anyone from ever getting lost again.

How?

By persuading the foundries that create them to stamp the nearest Postcode prominently somewhere within each design, thereby creating a myriad of markers for the lost and confused.

So, by checking the nearest manhole cover and cross-referencing the postcode against the soon-to-be-nationally-distributed map, pedestrians, cyclists and ramblers will always know exactly where they are.

It's just the kind of thing every effluent nation should have.

Sergei

Fruit of Me Loins..

Rather amazing really.

One minute I'm cradling my son in my arms, gently rocking him to sleep.

The next, I'm watching him with pride as he runs out onto the Saracens Rugby pitch and takes the opposition apart, scoring a try in front of 6103 spectators.

Dreaming?

Nope. It happened last Sunday.

Sergei

Robot Wars

Watching late Channel4 last night, I came across an interesting program concerning the art of Robot Design.

Mechanical Men.

More specifically, mechanical members.

The program discussed the rise in mechanical sex aids that is occurring in certain sections of society. Not just any old plain vanilla, hand-held devices. Oh No.

The scientist had created a fully functioning, 6ft robot with eyes, arms, and a very large member covered in some kind of latex.

The Robot was placed 'foursquare' behind the attractive lady, the device was inserted in the usual fashion, and then the hydraulics were set in motion.

Faster than humanly possible, and even faster than that, the self-lubricated member pumped and pumped.

The lady was ecstatic, beside herself with pleasure.

When finished, she even kissed the Robot as a thank-you.

Don't believe me?

Then it's a shame I cannot find the link on the channel Four website to prove it...there's the gauntlet...FETCH.

Sergei