"I left my washing in the launderette, You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet, That when I see my washing the black will be grey and the white will be grey but the blues are still blue."
There are some days when you think you've slipped into a parallel universe and you've lost your marbles. Today I had that with a customer who was quite obviously completely 'radio rental'. Still I'm not sure what the conversation was that we had, I know my part was sane although he was so nuts it made me think "Have I gone mental?" There I was with a splitting headache and having this customer trying to explain that he wanted a sensor or intruder alarm with the view to being able to get up and shine a torch on the intruder. I tried to explain that we also have sensor lights that'll save him getting up at all. Oh no he couldn't have one of those his reasoning was that "Imagine you were flying over head all you'd see was all these flashing lights". OoooooKay then. Between this and me trying to explain what Passive infa red radiation involved (with hindsight I shouldn't have mentioned the word 'radiation' which seemed to scare him off the proper item for the bizarre task he wanted it for), he seemed to be having a conversation where he'd ask the questions and give the answers , not the right ones, just the ones he thought were right. He seemed to impressed that the 'wrong' sensor had a red and a green light on it (On and Off), and promised to come back Thursday. Is it too late to change my day off this week? After he had gone I turned to the other customer trying to not wet himself laughing to seek assurance that it was me that had all me wheels on the ground. Apparently I do, although I'm not sure. Although I am sure that I'm saner than the 'Smurf' woman who comes into my shop. So called because she had a blue jumper and a white bobble hat perched on top of her head which was kinked forward and she looked like a Smurf to me. She wanders around our little emporium muttering to one of her several people who inhabit her head. At least we're all saner than certain management members (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE).
Tonight's post is 'Stiff, Stiffer, Stiffest' a Stiff Records Compilation Which was a birthday treat to myself as soon as I got it I decided to share with you lot, because that's the kind of guy I am. There's some good stuff on there too, although no 'Madness', 'King Kurt' or 'The Damned' which is surprising. Lene Lovich's Lucky Number got me and a kid called Ian Swarbrick in trouble back in '79 for singing it in the queue for lunch. We got dragged out of the queue and told off and given lines for singing silly songs in the lunch queue!?! Puritanical bastards sometimes it was like being taught by Blackadder's Aunt. Also we got sent to the back of the line and by the time we got to the front of the line again they'd run out of potato croquettes. It's no wonder I have a problem with authority figures. At least we didn't get caught out the time we we're singing the Muppets "Mnah Mnah" song in class. One of us would sing "Mnah Mnah" and the other the "Do do de doo doo" bit and we'd stop when Ms Rodgers-Smith turned around she should have spotted the guilty culprits from the halo's.
Incidentally I was searching for a Smurf picture for tonight's blog and found out that some sad sad saad fuck has gone to all the trouble of doing a Smurf porn comic strip featuring Smurfette. http://free-anime-videos.com/g878/sexmaxx.htm
Any hoo enough BS it's time for the music.
http://rapidshare.de/files/18356452/VaSSS.rar.html If it ain't Stiff it ain't worth a fuck