overdosed on TV Game Shows when you can:-
- Guess the price of a property to the nearest pound – when the show was shot in 2008
- Relate the last three celebs in no particular order to have been voted out of the game shown known as “I am an overpaid, underexposed gnome get me out of here”
- Get two pointless answers in a game show, for categories which are so obscure not even the presenter knows what is expected from the contestant; and – the piece de resistance….
- you correctly guess who will win the Football World Cup Bid 2018, and how much Bristol invested in bidding for it…
Sorry the last one isn’t a TV game show – just threw that one in to check you will still reading…
It is the shocking – well in my eyes – the way good money is being spent, when there is so much debt, redundancy, disillusionment and upset that the money could have gone some way to cushion , that just being the employees of Bristol City Council, not just the stupid idiots paying into the coffers – like mug jug here.
I am not the only one with a thorn in my shoe, the students have been at it again this week, rendering Tuesday a difficult day, and today I discover T – who has also been watching too much TV has gone on strike… yep you heard it here… strike !!
The cheeky monkey. It was bad enough after six weeks of work towards his exams (well he had had two years to be fair, but only chose to work for six weeks) he demanded a gap year at the age of 16. Now he is taking a leaf out of others and is striking !!
After strong words from moi – he is now ceased the sit-in he was planning (honest !!) after having declined therapy since Monday is going to get his arse back into gear. He had concluded as a student and disabled there was no point in progressing with getting better cuz he would be poor if he got better and didn’t need a wheelchair.
Who said he was brain-injured!! Nice to see the same old T coming back to us. He even asked me about kettling – the definition I was able to fudge… really don’t want that one in his toolkit.
So what have I been doing this week apart from being miserable?
Not a lot. Really rough on Monday – fed up on Tuesday, by Wednesday had decided that my headache was driving me insane, that and the post which contained some disturbing news about cuts which are proposed for mobility claimants in care… (oh joy, only just got that one after four years of appeals… and asking them to show me where it was written in the statutes. Obviously they couldn’t find it, so are now writing it… )
They are out to get me – I am doomed.
Spent the day today practicing my mediation skills, along with dusting off psychology text book analogies so I could talk in therapy language convincingly (same skill I use when negotiating discounts… the glazed look signals success every time.. so can commend it as a transferable skill). Did I ever tell you about the time I proved that God live in a cabbage patch? and got full marks… perhaps not…
Warmed the house up enough for a bath without suffering frost bite (note to self, check new electricity and gas bills – pleased to report back having done so that I have saved a lot of money: £116.00 on both services since July – would highly recommend this.)
So I now have some dosh to spend on wool… best not increase my stash though… knitting has been difficult, along with spinning with such a cluttered and confused mind, so the muddles are getting bigger not decreasing in size.
Perhaps I ought to consider going on strike? or even entering a game show…!! I have a new one… where is the snow?
