Dom's Rambles

Part of Down & Out in Sheffield & Lincoln

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Something Else That Amused Me.

Your gracious host took his traditional Sunday afternoon stroll to Sainsbury's today (where he bumped into his son's mother - as well as a certain female he fancies the pants off but has no idea how to approach). On the return leg of the journey it started to piss down with rain so he jumped on a passing bus and landed right in the middle of one of the most uproariously hilarious drunken pondlife fights he's ever witnessed.

From what I was able to gather from overheard conversations, this had been ongoing for the entire journey but when I boarded nothing seemed amiss. When the female party (obese, sporting homemade tattoos and with the obligatory brood of dirty-faced kids) had rung the bell and got up to alight, the man (think 8 Ace out of Viz) grabbed hold of her as she passed and called her '...a fat idle cunt' to which she retorted '...fuck off you fucking piss head'.

It continued in this vein for a while, during which time I was having to hold my hand over my mouth to supress the sniggering, until some courageous girl told them to watch their language as the bus was full of children. This prompted an immediate reaction from the male who threatened violence and told her '...you can bastard fuck off too, you fucking prostitute'.

I have been in fits of giggles ever since - in fact it's incidents like this which make the thousands I've had extorted off me to swell the coffers of the welfare state and finance such people's lifestyles seem almost worth it!

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

I Just Can't Wait 'Till Saturday

I hit a bit of a log-jam this weekend while attempting to write up the final draft of Unfinished Business. Part 2: Jenny, as it turned out a little darker than I was happy with and until I can find the words to lighten it I'm going to delay posting the thing.
On a cheerier note, your gracious host has been transformed into an excitable child and is positively a-tremble at the news that Davros, creator of the Daleks, is to make his return to Doctor Who this Saturday - even if it does bugger up plans I had already made to spend the entire day attempting to drink myself to death (on an even more cheery note you might like to check this out, which is something I always find amusing).
I can remember seeing Davros on his first outing in the 1975 series Genesis of The Daleks which I still think is an absolute classic of the SciFi genre - the story being so strong that it more than compensates for the wobbly sets, hammy acting and the bad guy's Nazi knock-off costumes - even if the Nazi motif was quite obviously deliberate.

Dalek creator, Terry Nation, supposedly based the Daleks on the Nazis, and this episode abounds with parallels. A madman leads his own race to its destruction. He is supported by security services that ride roughshod over the military and anybody else that gets in their way. They dress wholly in black, and salute each other by raising their hands and clicking the heels of their boots together. Their bespectacled leader, Nyder, is cold-hearted and ruthless, and even wears an Iron Cross in earlier episodes before the medal later disappears from his costume. Much of the action takes place in "the Bunker".

And while we're on a design tip I get the impression that Davros 2008 (see the above picture), while retaining all the iconic elements of the original, seems to be giving a certain stylistic nod towards Clive Barker.
Discuss.

Update: And wasn't it an awesome episode?

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Things That Amuse Me.

I was recently reminded, via His Satanic Majesty, of the above site which has been described - and quite accurately too - as a cross between The Onion and Viz. It makes me laugh anyway, see what you think.
In other news I've almost finished part two of the Unfinished Business quadrilogy and should hopefully have it up by the weekend.

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Tough Choice.

I've been informed that a 1994 Ibanez IC-350 - a guitar I've lusted after for quite some time now - is up for sale on the German eBay site and this has presented me with a frustrating dilemma; do I get myself in a bidding war for the thing or let it go in favour of the STM-1 (see the last but one post) which is an instrument of far higher quality even if it lacks the pedigree of the Iceman? At the time of writing the bidding has reached 351EUR (that's about £277 in real money) and I have a feeling it will probably exceed the £530 tag on the STM-1 by the time the auction closes this evening.
Decisions, decisions!

Update: It went for £333.35!

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Some More Guilty Pleasures.

First up it’s the Mystery Jets and their new single Two Doors Down which I absolutely love – even if the keyboard figure on the chorus reminds me of something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Secondly it’s Prime Time by The Tubes from way back in 1979 which I also love! Of course back then I had no idea it was about television, I thought it was just some slushy love song! I remember seeing this on TotP and I also remember that there was something about Re Styles (the girl singer, real name Shirley MacLeod) and her mesmerisingly sultry manner that gave me such a stonking knob-on that I didn’t know what to do with it (and I mean that quite literally - as a hopelessly naïve fourteen year old I really didn’t know what to do with it).

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Love At First Sight!

I must, and I mean I simply must, have one of these. The best price I've found so far is £529.99 - so guess who's going to be selling a kidney?

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Sunday, June 08, 2008

Dom's Therapeutic Walks.

Regular visitors to the site will have doubtless noticed that I've been feeling mightily pissed off and sorry for myself of late, having had certain hopes raised (again) only for them to be cruelly dashed a few days later. I have suspected for quite some time now that a malign higher power has been directing my love life and I think I've finally figured out what's going on.

I'm the subject of an ongoing experiment by aliens.

It's like that Julianne Moore movie, The Forgotten, but rather than seeing whether the bonds between a mother and child can be broken, my particular aliens are curious to know how many potential Miss Rights I can have yanked out from under my nose before I have a nervous breakdown and turn into a gibbering mental case.

There is, however, one thing they have overlooked in that I have an ex-girlfriend working in just about every psychiatric unit in the Lincolnshire area. And that is the best incentive I could possibly have to hang on to my marbles.

So fuck you ET!

But moving on, whenever I'm fed up and stressed out I find it helps to go for a long walk and think things over. Today's ramble took me around Swanholme Lakes Local Nature Reserve, which is a brisk ten minute stroll from my flat.