Oh the rain, the beautiful rain, how I long to strip off my clothes and run naked in its' embrace. Of course after what the judge said last time, I am not allowed to,

but I have a dream.

I dream of a day when a chicken of any colour, can cross any major road without having its' motives questioned.

I dream of a day, when a man can run naked in the rain without being arrested!

Anyaway, on with the blog.....

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Things that made my shit-on-the-liver list this week:

OK, I am officially fed up to the back of my teeth with people who cannot drive!! If the sign says 100 you do 100! Not 50, not 60 .. 100!! That's what the sign is there for you morons! And if you don't give way to me when I'm merging, I will RUN INTO YOUR FAT-ARSED CAR!! It will cost you much more than it will cost me I assure you. Also, on 'round-abouts', give way is the rule not the suggestion-du-jour. People, giving way to other road users is both polite and sensible; It says that you are comfortable about yourself and self assured enough to give others equal use of the roads. It shows that you are OK with who and what you are and that you are not insecure about the size of your engine. It says that you don't really feel insecure enough to want to own this 8x10 piece of asphalt.

I hate stupid drivers and I can understand why people shoot each other at intersections. I would have shot someone just yesterday if I'd had a gun, because they were driving at 60 in a 100 zone. Anyway, that's all for the bug up my butt today.

Strange Coincidence? I think not: 

Have you ever noticed those funnels that they sell in supermarkets? The ones for use in the kitchen that you always think you need but don't actually have? The ones you look at in the shop and think "nah, I'll get them next time". Well this week I bought some. Not because I needed them but because they were there and I have always thought that I don't have any when I really do need them. Then... I went to a homewares shop on Friday and bought .. new salt and pepper shakers. I say 'new' ones but they are actually my first ones since I haven't had them before. Hey, I'm a guy, we don't need them. Well, the first thing I did when I got them cleaned was to pour salt and pepper in them - as you do - WITH THE NEW FUNNELS!

How did I know I was going to need them?

How did I plan this?

Was I motivated by some unseen force? 

Is there a greater force at work here? 

I have no idea but it seems all too convenient to me. Still, it's really nice to have proper salt and pepper shakers eh? :-)

Odd Factoid for the weekend:

Did you know that you have to die the same sex as you were born? In this country (as well as in the USA) Even if you have a sex-change and live as the opposite sex all your adult life, your birth-sex is entered on your passport and also on your death certificate. So the 'state' decides that you are whatever you were born as, no matter what choices you make to change your life. Even though you may change your name and sex, the originals of both are entered on your passport and on your death certificate; so in reality you have no ownership of your life under the law.

Of course in more civilised countries where a person owns their life and not the state, people have the right to become whoever and whatever they want. I'm told it's called 'civil rights' or something like that.

Now we are spent, you may leave us, we wish to rest before the pre-dawn feeding.