With voting having dribbled to a conclusion, there are three joint winners of the plonk-a-thon: Kim, Teacher Lady and Sammy. I’ll be contacting you shortly to arrange the logistics.
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Author: Moobs
Vote for your favourite detachment from reality story. Contributers may vote as may their friends (non-imaginary) and family, and random individuals paid small sums with a view to corrupting them into padding the vote. No-one is monitoring THIS election. You can read the full stories in the comments here.
(1) Drunkenspaniel and the employee who was amazed to hear that you have to do what your boss tells you if you want to get paid.
(2) Kim and the blonde who rummaged through the kitchen drawers looking for the new batteries to make her car headlights come back on.
(3) Gamba for the private school girl who couldn’t work out why slum-dwellers didn’t just move to a nicer area.
(4) Rick whose Mum thinks that the trouble with the Middle East is that the Israelis won’t stop fighting the Jews.
(5) Babymother nominates herself for a tragically misguided attempt to persuade her husband that she knew about football.
(6) Peter invites our attention to his sister who believes that the famous naval battle of Trafalgar was fought in Trafalgar Square in London.
(7) Brother Lawrence for the Nun who thinks that the Lord works in sufficiently mysterious ways that she need not plug in her speaker wires in order to hear music.
(8) Booger for the colleague to whom it came as news that the Republic of Ireland was … er … a republic.
(9) Pog nominates her rampantly egomaniacal boss for his annoyance at the fact that everyone else in the business is too fond of themselves.
(10) Sammyface admits to still having some difficulty in working out on which day of the week Friday falls.
(11) Useless man auto-nominates for his suggestion than an elderly lady might wish to consider a second-hand hip.
(12) Teacher Lady nominates the student whose grades were at risk as a result of a worldwide stapler famine.
That’s yer lot. Get voting and, more importantly, visit some of the sites. there are some truly excellent bloggers amongst the nominees.
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Haroo and Huzzah, P is coming home this evening after spending a few days in Scotland with her family. It will be lovely to see her again for many many reasonas but one is that the house has begun to scare me. It just seems to have stopped working properly.
Normally, if I drop my clothes in a pile by the side of the bed, they are whisked away to the washing machine and re-appear in the cupboard nice and clean and freshly-pressed. I have to confess to having no idea how this works but it is plainly a triumph of modern house-building technology.
But when I woke this morning there were my previous day’s boxers sat a-crumpled and unappetising by the bedside still. Imagine my consternation when I found that the plates and glasses I had left on the kitchen table last night WERE STILL THERE. There has obviously been a system failure of some kind but I simply cannot work out how to re-boot the house. I’m sure P will have the manual somewhere. She is always really good at knowing where things have been tidied away to.
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