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I Won (Or Did I?), Glad It's Gone, Grumpy Old Men, When Hoovers Attack!, And Dancing Prat!

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Posted by: Eddie2sox Monday 18th June 2007, 3:13pm
Last edited 18/06/2007 3:13pm by Eddie2sox

On BBC Norfolk text-in competitions, Father's Day, miserable buggers in the pub, industrial injuries and freaking out the early morning pedestrians of King's Lynn...

Wally Webb Competition

Today I was picked as the "winner" of the Wally Webb contest, hurrah! What do I win? Nothing! Actually, Wally operates a unique and lovely "tide comes in, tide goes out" system for prizes on this quiz, at the moment it is "tide coming in" where the winners send in a corny prize for the winners when the "tide goes out"! This will go on for a few weeks until a healthy stock of prizes has built up, and then winners will start picking something from the prize-list. Today the question was "In what country did the Battle of Waterloo take place?" Belgium obviously. Once again the men won. You see, this quiz, which runs from quarter past five to quarter to six, is a match between men and women. And 99% of the time the clever men win, while the slightly dipsy ladies lose. I guess most ladies who are up at that time will be doing what they OUGHT to be doing, juggling bacon, eggs, tea and toast in the kitchen for their menfolk.

Father's Day

I am happy that it's passed for another year. I didn't see Sam yesterday but did speak to him. Some dads can only dream about that. I am lucky. There are MANY men in worse straits than me, some by the vindictive actions of their childrens' mummy, more by their own laissez-faire attitude. I guess there must be some men better off too, lucky buggers.

Grumpy Old Men Club

As it's Monday I am looking forward to reporting for duty with the GOM in The Woolpack later. Will anyone be there? Find out here, later!

Owwwww Me Eye!

Major swearing occurred earlier today, when I lost control of Henry the Hoover and suffered a metal pipe blow to the eye socket. If you were subject to a prolonged four-letter outburst this morning near Wisbech, I apologise. I now have a nice lump and a black eye, who says being a cleaner is easy? Obersturmbahnfuhrer Ian offered me the accident book, but hey....it's only a little bump, jawohl?

Captain Feather-Sword, King's Lynn Style!

I made a complete arse of myself this morning, while cleaning The Woolpack. Me and Sam went to see The Wiggles at the weekend, and my favourite song is "Quack Quack Quack Quack Cockadoodledoo!". Well, this morning, I found myself singing this song out loud, and doing the dance - complete with sideways stepping, foot wiggling, arms flapping and using a duster above my head.......bad enough to admit on its own. However, as I "feathersworded" down towards the Gents, I looked up, and there was someone looking into the pub, at me, looking......disturbed. I can imagine this lady getting to work this morning at seven, and saying summat like "Must have been a fantastic night in The Woolpack, there was still one drunk fool dancing and singing when I walked past this morning!" I was that Captain Feather-Sword.

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