The blog title for this entry alludes to what still is, far and away, the ideal date mentioned a few years ago. Still, get yourself one of these and fit a strobe light in your bedroom.

Expect more of my “woke” credentials as the blog progresses.

The Alt Right infiltration of the grooming industry is a real thing, people. Resist.

“What are we doing today, sir?”
“Give me the Hitler mullet: white supremacy in the front, (Nazi) Party in the Bach.”

 

 

It’s Celebrity Death Pool Time!  Read about it, here … there are still Funeral Homes to join.

Top Ten DSCDP 2018 Picks as of 30 Jan 2018

John McCain 820
Leah Bracknell 807
George H.W. Bush 770
Linda Nolan 513
Artie Lange 484
Bill Cosby 445
Valerie Harper 441
Jimmy Carter 431
Stan Lee 412
Prince Philip 412

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My Picks:

Solos

Dan Quayle: who is also a spite pick, and VP for Bush Senior in the “Top Picks,” above

 

Don McLean: also a “reasonable expectation” pick … saw him in Liverpool a few years ago then again on telly last year, went from looking “a bit rough” to “at Death’s door” in that time.

 

Jerry Brown: picked Jello Biafra (below) and the Governor popped into my head … he’s come for your uncool niece.

 

John Lewis: personal hero and formerly my Congressman, but he can’t last forever

 

Philip Glass: also a spite pick

 

Piers Morgan: also a spite pick

 

Sharon Osbourne: go to sleep, Sharon, I’ve got Ozzy in my alternates list

 

DECEASED and scores updated: Winnie Mandela (44 points on 2 April 2018, my first hit)

 

Lady Gaga: also a spite pick

 

RuPaul: my first trip to the Cove after a cooking shift in Atlanta, RuPaul was dancing on the bar straddling my cocktail for about 10 minutes.  Bartender came over afterwards and asked how I found my drink; “fine, but I prefer it without a straw.”  We laughed and laughed – drugs were involved.

 

 

Spite Picks (not already noted):

Chris Christie

Donald Trump

 

Reasonable Expectation (old or looking ill, see also Don McLean, above):

Bob Dylan

 

 

Brian Wilson

 

Jello Biafra (see above or look here)

 

Mick Jagger

(note, those four all would get the Musician Bonus … as would Gaga, Glass, and McLean)

 

 

Jimmy Carter (who is a not-too-distant relative of mine … really Jimmy Carter, not Dan Aykroyd; see also in the Top Ten Picks, above)

 

Kevin Spacey

 

Mel Brooks

 

 

Robert Mugabe

 

I’m not close to many people I work with in the labs but most of the support staff are fantastic. I was having a warm beverage with one of the guys from the mechanical workshop and this conversation ensued.

“Did you make any New Year Resolutions?”
“Same two as every year: don’t talk to non-runners about running.”
“Why’s that, then?”
“It would be rude to bore the shit out of them like that.”
“You said there were two.”
“More of a corollary, due to the ethical implications of the first.  I intend not to talk to other runners about running.”

The wry smile told me he gets it.

[I know this diary technically violates both of those rules; but, I can’t stop people from listening to me talking to myself.  The shoe is from today’s jog and has nearly 1100 miles on it and will stay in service until the sole on it or those on the left ones of the twin pair transmit light — probably another 500 miles or so.  The tweet, below, is what everyone should take home about resolutions, running, or anything else that might occur in these pages…I wish I had written it.]

 

Whilst digging through a basket in the bathroom closet for some floss, this turned up.  Politics is everywhere these days.  Especially happy that this works on “all skin types;” so, the Oompa-Loompa in the White House is not immune.

 

 

Not at all interested in what’s going on inside this lorry.  And, it’s not just for the dreadful spelling.

Gay bars seem to be closing at a faster rate than other pubs. I guess this is progress — every bar is now a gay bar.

But, despite what we’ve gained by updating to the mid-20th century, we’ve also lost traditional, gay bar names like The Toolbox or The White Swallow.

So, it’s good to see a new place open in Oxford called The Mancave (not too far in theme from “The Manhole”). I’m not too convinced by the barber shop theme (is this some sort of fetish house?), but I’ve seen worse…Christ, I’ve woken up in worse. Best of luck, boys, and godspeed.

 

 

Update 2018-08-30: Nazz takes umbrage, possibly …

Spotted whilst waiting for the bus.  This is why.

Party on, Garth.

Following a history of work loo stories (most recent, here), the urinals in the main lobby of our 10-year-old building (the huge cracks in the basement walls that leak copiously during heavy rain despite burial 15 feet below paved surfaces first appeared at least 8 years ago) have been marked “Out Of Order” for all but yesterday of the preceding 6 weeks.

 

The signage returned this morning.  Insult added to bladder injury came by way of the signs prohibiting an engineering remedy involving the sinks:

 

 

“Women in Love with cars love our rental deals…they are the judicial definition of ‘obscenity.'”

Spotted this shop in Sudbury on my way home from work.  Looked around a bit but couldn’t find Virginia Woolf Building Contractor (“When one is ready for A Room of One’s Own“) or T. S. Eliot Valets (“Whether you need a part-time, temporary, or Eternal Footman, we are at your service”).