Here's BBC sports reporting for you. See if you can see anything wrong with the scores?!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Notice anything slightly wrong with this?
Here's BBC sports reporting for you. See if you can see anything wrong with the scores?!!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The weekend
Following the potentially shocking news from the last post (or not when the UK is involved), it's quite hard to come up with things to say that are of interest. I mean there are some funny things from the UK buying table salt in the local supermarket to somehow remove the ice from the roads because the countries run out or people were panic buying for fear of running in to some famine from the 2 inches of snow they recieved for like 3 days.
It really is funny when people are put in unknown situations, when fear and panic takes over, especially when there is just about enough snow to make a snowman. 'Oh no panic theres half a centimetre of snow!!' I say this mainly because as Swedes know, it's being snowing all day today and partly yesterday. You've not seen treacherous until you've drivin back from Stockholm, in the dark, in the snow, in a fogged up car (because your car fan is on the foot wells trying to dry your feet) on a Sunday evening. The good news, we made it safe and sound, the bad news I guess was seeing a car in pieces facing the wrong way on the 'motorway'.
This weekend saw the return of old man Thorpe. We did the usual and cranked it up in Kungsberget on Saturday, which wasn't without it's frustration: see recently we've been having a few issues, shall we say, with leashes and snowboarding. Meaning, Kungsberget lifties won't let you on the lift without a poxy leash attached to your binding and your foot. So last week, with some crafty ingenuity we managed to MacGyver some new leashes from a board lock and some elastics holding the gloves together. This week however was a whole different kettle of fish- in a word: 'denied' would suffice. Basically we weren't allowed on the lift so got to speak to a geeky mountain op's tard who told us the reason why you need a leash (this time it had to be around our leg!) was for when we go hiking with the board.
This was perplexing to say the least: when do you go hiking on a hill about the size of my weiner? If we did go hiking why would be ever try and walk with a board dragging behind us strapped to our leg, thats why 'God' created arms? Why do you need a leash that goes round your leg, when the factory one that comes with your bindings to attach to your laces will work perfectly? When does your binding straps randomly fall off? The leash we were told was for carrying the board- what about skies? Why do you need a safety device that has absolutely nothing to do with being safe?! So many questions and not many answers. Needless to say we couldn't stick it to the man so had to pay for these ridiculous surf style leashes. I was not a happy bunny, well not for a few minutes at least!!
Today took us to Stockholm, to just chillax before dropping Pinocchio off to fly home to England. It was dumping down so we did our best to hide in some shops, checking out all the bits we can't afford, oh to be a student. After a healthy diet of pizza, blueberry cake and a huge bag of pic 'n' mix, I look like a 8.5month old pregnant woman. So on that note, I'm gunna sit here pretending to be obese, enjoy my last few hours before hitting it up in the lab tomorrow.
Just a personal thanks to Gramps for a nice weekend. Speaking of which, our next few weekends are pretty busy: a second attempt at our house warming, the bandy final, a wedding or a trip to England to go to a NZ expo, the other rent visiting and so the list goes on. On a more random note, I've got to try and stop Johanna from eating all the food in the supermarket before we get to the checkout. We found some huge bananas, I mean massive. They'd put a donkeys dong to shame........and yes that is the first thing my oh so innocent fiance started talking about. I was going down the I'm 5 years old and imagining it's like a gun type thing, Johanna thinks penis.....Men are always perverted right?
It really is funny when people are put in unknown situations, when fear and panic takes over, especially when there is just about enough snow to make a snowman. 'Oh no panic theres half a centimetre of snow!!' I say this mainly because as Swedes know, it's being snowing all day today and partly yesterday. You've not seen treacherous until you've drivin back from Stockholm, in the dark, in the snow, in a fogged up car (because your car fan is on the foot wells trying to dry your feet) on a Sunday evening. The good news, we made it safe and sound, the bad news I guess was seeing a car in pieces facing the wrong way on the 'motorway'.
This weekend saw the return of old man Thorpe. We did the usual and cranked it up in Kungsberget on Saturday, which wasn't without it's frustration: see recently we've been having a few issues, shall we say, with leashes and snowboarding. Meaning, Kungsberget lifties won't let you on the lift without a poxy leash attached to your binding and your foot. So last week, with some crafty ingenuity we managed to MacGyver some new leashes from a board lock and some elastics holding the gloves together. This week however was a whole different kettle of fish- in a word: 'denied' would suffice. Basically we weren't allowed on the lift so got to speak to a geeky mountain op's tard who told us the reason why you need a leash (this time it had to be around our leg!) was for when we go hiking with the board.
This was perplexing to say the least: when do you go hiking on a hill about the size of my weiner? If we did go hiking why would be ever try and walk with a board dragging behind us strapped to our leg, thats why 'God' created arms? Why do you need a leash that goes round your leg, when the factory one that comes with your bindings to attach to your laces will work perfectly? When does your binding straps randomly fall off? The leash we were told was for carrying the board- what about skies? Why do you need a safety device that has absolutely nothing to do with being safe?! So many questions and not many answers. Needless to say we couldn't stick it to the man so had to pay for these ridiculous surf style leashes. I was not a happy bunny, well not for a few minutes at least!!
Today took us to Stockholm, to just chillax before dropping Pinocchio off to fly home to England. It was dumping down so we did our best to hide in some shops, checking out all the bits we can't afford, oh to be a student. After a healthy diet of pizza, blueberry cake and a huge bag of pic 'n' mix, I look like a 8.5month old pregnant woman. So on that note, I'm gunna sit here pretending to be obese, enjoy my last few hours before hitting it up in the lab tomorrow.
Just a personal thanks to Gramps for a nice weekend. Speaking of which, our next few weekends are pretty busy: a second attempt at our house warming, the bandy final, a wedding or a trip to England to go to a NZ expo, the other rent visiting and so the list goes on. On a more random note, I've got to try and stop Johanna from eating all the food in the supermarket before we get to the checkout. We found some huge bananas, I mean massive. They'd put a donkeys dong to shame........and yes that is the first thing my oh so innocent fiance started talking about. I was going down the I'm 5 years old and imagining it's like a gun type thing, Johanna thinks penis.....Men are always perverted right?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Lost for words
This really does say it all about the UK (Yes, I know its the Sun).
Believe it folks, this is really the 13 year old kid, who does look like an 8 year old anyway. His 15 year old girlfriend is the mother of this joke of a situation. I guess he can't get charged with rape?!
A classic quote from the new father's dad: 'He could have shrugged his shoulders and sat at home on his Playstation. But he has been at the hospital every day' -well give him a f*****g medal, what a hero.
If there isn't enough reasons why I never want to go back to the UK, this has more than made up my mind.
Apparently we don't have any society, morales or dignity left. Think we should blow it up and start again.....
Believe it folks, this is really the 13 year old kid, who does look like an 8 year old anyway. His 15 year old girlfriend is the mother of this joke of a situation. I guess he can't get charged with rape?!
A classic quote from the new father's dad: 'He could have shrugged his shoulders and sat at home on his Playstation. But he has been at the hospital every day' -well give him a f*****g medal, what a hero.
If there isn't enough reasons why I never want to go back to the UK, this has more than made up my mind.
Apparently we don't have any society, morales or dignity left. Think we should blow it up and start again.....
Sunday, February 8, 2009
A weird weekend
After another quick week in the lab, things were looking quite superb for the weekend. The main event being our house warming party on Saturday night. So like any hosts, we got the beers ready among some other things. The people were ready, the planning flawless...........
Or so we thought. For some peculiar reason at around 3am, I woke up in a hot sweat like state. I tried to sleep it off, but 10 minutes later I got that salty taste in my mouth and yep, within seconds I was vomiting like a 15 year old after 2 beers. The best part was to come, as not only was it flowing nicely out of that end, guess what? Two words, Niagra Falls.
After a number of trips to the toilet in the next few hours, the morning came around. Usually when you've been sick and almost crapped your pants, you feel pretty good. However this was not the case. I spent all but 2-3 hours of the day in bed, ate a slice of toast and felt weaker than a new born puppy. My only choice was to cancel the evening entertainment, which I was pretty gutted about.
The next thing is to re-arrange. Hopefully people havent lost all faith and can make it to the next attempt. The good news is I've eaten more today, feel 100x better, not perfect but stronger and more lively. I managed to get outside today: went for a short short stroll to the gym, Friskis and Svettis, joined that, lost 2000 krs in one day and came home.
So back to the lab tomorrow. Annoyingly weekends are quite precious. You have 2 days to do things you cant do after work. Therefore being sick for a whole day feels like quite a big loss. My plan for this week is to see if I can make up some lost time. I'm not a magician, but busting my balls could give me that extra hour or two to get back some of the lost Saturday. Bring it on.
On a more positive note, I burst my huge blister on the ball of my left foot, so I no longer limp like a retarded, peg legged, 76 year old pirate- things are looking up : )
p.s. there was absolutely no alcohol involved, so yes you should have had sympathy for me.
Or so we thought. For some peculiar reason at around 3am, I woke up in a hot sweat like state. I tried to sleep it off, but 10 minutes later I got that salty taste in my mouth and yep, within seconds I was vomiting like a 15 year old after 2 beers. The best part was to come, as not only was it flowing nicely out of that end, guess what? Two words, Niagra Falls.
After a number of trips to the toilet in the next few hours, the morning came around. Usually when you've been sick and almost crapped your pants, you feel pretty good. However this was not the case. I spent all but 2-3 hours of the day in bed, ate a slice of toast and felt weaker than a new born puppy. My only choice was to cancel the evening entertainment, which I was pretty gutted about.
The next thing is to re-arrange. Hopefully people havent lost all faith and can make it to the next attempt. The good news is I've eaten more today, feel 100x better, not perfect but stronger and more lively. I managed to get outside today: went for a short short stroll to the gym, Friskis and Svettis, joined that, lost 2000 krs in one day and came home.
So back to the lab tomorrow. Annoyingly weekends are quite precious. You have 2 days to do things you cant do after work. Therefore being sick for a whole day feels like quite a big loss. My plan for this week is to see if I can make up some lost time. I'm not a magician, but busting my balls could give me that extra hour or two to get back some of the lost Saturday. Bring it on.
On a more positive note, I burst my huge blister on the ball of my left foot, so I no longer limp like a retarded, peg legged, 76 year old pirate- things are looking up : )
p.s. there was absolutely no alcohol involved, so yes you should have had sympathy for me.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Got wood?
Well the masterpiece is finished. The good news is, after the second day on the wall, Johanna still likes it. The bad news is Johanna wont let me draw on any other walls (!).
Really can't think of anything else to say. I'm tired. Goodnight.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Tree time
Well this weekend has been......relaxing. For the first time in a while we managed to have a lye in!!! Although I love boarding, the only negative (apart from the getting dragged by your nutsack on the lift thing) aspect is getting up even earlier than you would on a weekday. It's really a small price to pay for the reward though, no pain, no gain (and all that).
After having a squash sesh on Thursday, the two day pain syndrome took over on Saturday. What did I do to combat this you ask? Of course I pushed the envelope and went for a 2.15hr walk with my lovely lady : )
Did it work? Erm, in a word, no. It just meant that when I sat down (was fine) it made the getting up part quite painful indeed.
Squash is a weird thing. It is the only sport that makes your glutes hurt, in other words, your ass aches like hell and it feels like you've been sodomized all night. Not sure where I'm going with this....
As the post title indicates, the theme of this weekend was definitely trees (for two reasons): we bought a bonsai tree (for one) and I've started drawing/painting a silhouette tree on our hallway wall (for two). All I'm going to say is here's a more than sneak preview below. It's quite fun to draw all over your walls : ) and thus I highly recommend it!
Here's the newest addition to the Thorpe/Andersson household. We'll see how long it takes for us to kill this one off (Harsh may be considering we havent killed off any plants/trees/green things before). In memory of the soon to be not so alive and kicking Bonzo (J's Mum's wired haired dachshund who must be like 95 in human years), we've named our little Ficus after the short, sausage, smelly little bugger. Say hi and give a warm welcome to Bonzo:
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