A blog move
Ah, hello.
This is my 4th outing as a blogger, and my 3rd on Blogger.
I'm currently transferring old posts from my current blog. Only the ones that have the magic quality though, i.e. make me laugh.
There may, or more likely not, be something new and interesting to read here, someday.
A lot of my previous blog posts, on the old blog, were rubbish. Thus, I've only transfered the ones that I see are anywhere near decent (although, most are quite likely to be indecent).
Once I've re-organised my brain in some sort of logical fashion (a hugely major task for me), I'll even mess about with the layout of this here thingy. Maybe I'll even begin to understand CSS!!
In the mean time (actually, I really don't expect anyone to stick around here, nor to come back!), please go check out the links on the side there, and the links that those good people have. You won't be disappointed then.
Something interesting this way comes
Stumble downstairs, still bleary-eyed, reach the front door and pick up any post that might have been delivered today. An every-weekday occurrence, sometimes there's even something to actually read that pops through the door. But today was different.
A mysterious, smallish parcel, that Mr Postie probably squished & squashed to get through the letter box, was on the doormat. Wrapped in brown paper AND string. "Who's mad enough to do that these days?", I quietly thought to myself. Then I saw that it was addressed to me! Carefully picking it and all the junk mail up, I toddled off to the kitchen for the First Cuppa of the Day. Then I saw the word Russia written on the front of it, and I knew. I knew what kind of crazy sent this. "Moosh!", I exclaimed possibly a little too loudly. I didn't, however, skip.
After inspecting and chucking away most of the other bits of post, and armed with the FCotD, I proceeded to cautiously open the package. Which was easy. It looked like it had already been opened.
Away with the string, remove the brown paper, and it's a Russian supermarket shopping bag! I open and quickly discard the bag when I see I've been sent part of a Russian newspaper. Yay! Lots of Russian adverts for what looks like double glazing, chat lines, car showrooms and some proper newspaper information: cinema listings. I always wondered what the word Robots looked like in Russian.
But wait! There was more excitement to come. Inside this clearly quality publication, was food stuffs! Sweeties and soup!
The full list:
- 2 x 5" x 1" blue wrapped bars, of what I can only presume are chocolate bars. No, I haven't opened (any of) them yet. There is a picturesque scene of a family group of brown bears on the front.
- 2 x similar sized as before, yellow & green bars. Again, I presume they're choccy bars of some sort. A young girl, carrying a basket and flowers in either hand is depicted on them. I don't know if any of these pictures represent what is contained within the wrappers.
- 1 x 4½" x 1" sophisticated-looking bar. Chocolate again? Maybe.
- 2 x packs of Orbit. That was easy, cos most of the text is in English, until you turn over to the back.
- 1 x packet of… crisps? Bite-sized nibbley things? There's a image of kebabs on the front of the packet, so barbecued beef flavour? I dunno. It'll be Taste Bud Russian Roulette with these methinks.
- 1 x Chocolate egg that hugely resembles a Kinder Surprise Egg. With crap toy inside too. I only know this because the egg is in pieces. Lots of pieces, all over the rest of the parcel.
- 1 x packet of soup. Borsch, so the accompanying letter states.
- 1 x letter – with useful instructions for making the soup, a very vague date and a pretty picture of a leaky house. Always the artist, our Moosh.
So after a shite night of non-sleep, a very good morning.
Cheers me dears! 
Bogeys!
Now, I'm not much of a morning person, far from it. My current rising time is half an hour before morning is all over and done with. So I've never had the pleasure of viewing Dick & Dom In Da Bungalow. I did know about their existence however. I came to know (and secretly love) the bogey game by pure chance, some programme connected to Comic Relief, that's about all I can remember. So to catch these two cheeky chappies is a rare thing, for me. But now they're on in the evenings!
6.30-7pm, BBC 2: Dick & Dom's Ask The Family.
I'm sure there will be many complaints to Points of View or the Radio Times from the more dull and stuffy adults among us, but it's quite up my street. Some would say this is due to my childish nature. The innuendo, manic cake eating and adults prepared to make fools of themselves (ok, nothing original about that in today's tv world) are exactly what I want to watch on the BBC.
Far better for you than Footballers' Wives, which I watched for the first time ever last Thursday, something I wished I hadn't done and will definately not be repeating again.
Hopefully.
