This week I have mostly been :
Cycling:
Following my sticker posting session last weekend I decided, that since I really enjoyed the cycling part of it and the fact that the exercise will obviously do me a world of good, to purchase a new bicycle and not have to rely on the old rust bucket that I recovered from the shed. I got a fairly cheep one from Halfords with full suspension and a comfortable saddle, which was something the rusty old one lacked in a major way. The old one was like sitting on a razor blade whilst having a serious case of piles. So I have been up and down the cycle path many times and to my surprise I found I can do 6 miles with no problem. So thats my week really pretty dull.
So as not much has happened to speak of I thought I would commit to the web the true story of Miss Haddys Cat :
About 12 years ago I worked as an intruder alarm engineer fitting and servicing alarms in factories, shops, etc. Occasionally we did domestic jobs in peoples homes. Me and my Mate Ian were doing such a job for a Teacher called Anne Haddy. We set up base in her kitchen/dinning room as it was fairly central. During this installation each time I came back into the kitchen Miss Haddys cat would run and hide under the kitchen table. Now I kinda pride myself on being good with animals and was surprised at just how nervous n jumpy this catwas, literally every time I went in that kitchen away it went to hide under the table. All day this went on for and in the early evening when Miss Haddy came back I was stood on the kitchen worktop fitting an infra red unit in the corner of the room Ian was fixing a contact to the inner door. I said to her about how I think Im good with animals and asked her why her cat was so nervous etc. She looked at me kinda sideways and asked me to describe the cat which I thought was odd as it was sitting under the table only about a foot away from her. So I said the black and white scrawny, ill looking one under the table. She then proceeds to tell me that she doesnt have a cat. At this point Ian has stopped working and is looking at me as if I have grown an extra head!!
Miss Haddy goes on to say she had a cat about a year previously that had become very ill, he had become very thin and scrawny before he died. The cat was black and white and Its basket used to be where the table was now.
I looked back at the table. No cat.
This story is totally 100% true.
Your next stop The Twilight Zone
Dee dee dee dee etc.
JD
Cycling:
Following my sticker posting session last weekend I decided, that since I really enjoyed the cycling part of it and the fact that the exercise will obviously do me a world of good, to purchase a new bicycle and not have to rely on the old rust bucket that I recovered from the shed. I got a fairly cheep one from Halfords with full suspension and a comfortable saddle, which was something the rusty old one lacked in a major way. The old one was like sitting on a razor blade whilst having a serious case of piles. So I have been up and down the cycle path many times and to my surprise I found I can do 6 miles with no problem. So thats my week really pretty dull.
So as not much has happened to speak of I thought I would commit to the web the true story of Miss Haddys Cat :
About 12 years ago I worked as an intruder alarm engineer fitting and servicing alarms in factories, shops, etc. Occasionally we did domestic jobs in peoples homes. Me and my Mate Ian were doing such a job for a Teacher called Anne Haddy. We set up base in her kitchen/dinning room as it was fairly central. During this installation each time I came back into the kitchen Miss Haddys cat would run and hide under the kitchen table. Now I kinda pride myself on being good with animals and was surprised at just how nervous n jumpy this catwas, literally every time I went in that kitchen away it went to hide under the table. All day this went on for and in the early evening when Miss Haddy came back I was stood on the kitchen worktop fitting an infra red unit in the corner of the room Ian was fixing a contact to the inner door. I said to her about how I think Im good with animals and asked her why her cat was so nervous etc. She looked at me kinda sideways and asked me to describe the cat which I thought was odd as it was sitting under the table only about a foot away from her. So I said the black and white scrawny, ill looking one under the table. She then proceeds to tell me that she doesnt have a cat. At this point Ian has stopped working and is looking at me as if I have grown an extra head!!
Miss Haddy goes on to say she had a cat about a year previously that had become very ill, he had become very thin and scrawny before he died. The cat was black and white and Its basket used to be where the table was now.
I looked back at the table. No cat.
This story is totally 100% true.
Your next stop The Twilight Zone
Dee dee dee dee etc.
JD
tsui:
I'm partial to a little mental torment. I got an A in Psychology 
danielle:
wow fucked up.