Apol! This is turning into a long, drawn out pro-cess. In this part, though, we finally start to go up the line of this ‘Pointless Exercise‘… Solomon :O
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*audience applauds*
AA: Solomon-Solomon, hear from The Apprentice… Now, listen… B4 you went onto The Apprentice, you were-you were all reddy an entrepreneur. You had-you had great success… I mean-i mean, did The Apprentice help at all? Did you learn stuff from it?
AA: Sew that was basically it… *laughs and smiles*
Yay! Haven’t done much transcribing *yawn …Keeping you up, Clicky?* ‘Pointless’ then, so images I grabbed today… 9 of them. They cover the introduction witch actually I didn’t pay any attention to whilst yabbering on…
This the image Clicky woz-knot able to place in last night’s shambles *Click, if anyone presses, just embiggen and please, NO hiding things this time. I saw what you did. Scolds.*
I am in the process of transcribing a conversation I had with Clicky yesterday, whilst dissecting the show. Hopefully, it will be reddy later this week 😉
Sew… wats on massage in emale? *lights up*
The Thing is, I think I can show you through the medium of a Pointless exercise.
For this, you have to know that I am one of three:
I’m going to shamble this tomorrow as the first lecture on ‘Room x37 – Spotting Syncs’ at the LoL. These take time. I’ll try to keep it simple. I suggest we make your homework fun, so I suggest a game… Texas Hold ‘Em.
Card I: watch this with my husband. He is The Tardis and I am The Doctor. But I’m not always The Doctor; with sum I am The Tardis. Or River. Or Clara Or A N other… Deepends 😉
Card 2: We compete against each other, St Eve and I, but we also compete against the contestants on the show. We are one team, it’s a game we like to play. Like me and Loopy Louis. He gave me this video to show after we made his den for the evening (photosattached)
Card 3. In my shamble, I will include our answers. These will be honest and truthful. I donut L13 about this because I donut cheat. You see, I’m better than Captain Kirk 😉
Card 4: Another video from Louis. He loves bringing me things we can LoL about together. I’m the Girl with the Mousy ‘air… u gno Roob or Boor… I’ve seen iT 10 times or more…
So homework people. Chop! chop! I’m going to watch the last three episodes of Doctor Who with my husband, now. I’m afraid I am going to have to take a lead role in the search for 137.
On the other hand, I can’t tell you wat to do. Do what you like. Butt I love you all ❤
Okay, we didn’t get to watch Doctor Who that night. We watched some ‘Married with Children’ instead… Sew then *puffs out cheeks* correspondence to catch up on, screen shots to, well… grab
Apols! Not the promised music post. Cometers sorted that for me days ago… Go hear.
This Xmas, MRSREGN is knot prepared to wait until the 25th to speak to a nation. Sew… I promised a lecture for 6 blokes last night in an emale. I suppose I should try and make this sciencey so this is the abstract of sum thing or another…
Oh, before I start, a shout out to a lovely lady called RuthBrown who helped me out last week. She was wearing purple and looked like a more intelligent version of me *sigh of relief*…
Clicky is under strict instructions for this post: to assist me professionally with images, no back slang and no hiding links behind fings *text links only, please.*. Any digressions taken in this post will be Roobeedoo2’s. That’s me btw. Just one of my handles. To wyn this game you have to turn names if you want to see 137… or is it 237? Wheel shell see 😉
This is a screen grab of the homework I set 6 pals of mine. Click will embiggen.
*Apols! Clicky insert pix of emale when all’s agreed*
Anybody reading this other than the Sexy 6 *puffs out cheeks… Could ‘appen?* , and me (obi wan) – that makes 7… *grimaces* You’re knot really gonna gno wat the hell I’m talking aboot. Actually, *touch wood*, soon to be nine, although… although there’s still every chance it ends up nien! Shell sea, shall we 😉
OK GO (it’s a Song sew don’t click if you’re in a rush to get somewhere… Snacking is allowed, People! HOWever, if Mum is calling you for dinner – JUST GO. You can always come back later 😉 ). If you’re an adult adult – what the fuck you reading this pure rile she-ite for anyway? Adult-KIDZ are more than welcome. And any kiddly-winks following along with the finger of parent… Shh pretty colours… Wee…
Whilst, you’re watching that I’ll go pay some attention to my Thoughtful Man. CYL
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Okay… whilst the others are watching. A tail from today with some pix of Thoughtful Man’s shopping. He’s my Tardis – He fetches and carries. I’m his …
He’s gets up early. Always. So, he was long gone by the time I rose. He came back ‘appy ‘cos he’d got the last (and hardest to get) prezzies for da KIDZ! His Christmas won’t be ruined *Yay* And he’d bean to see Cash & Dash. I immediately started to unpack…
Really, nobody has any idea how much fuel is required to resolve a brain tickler like the puzzle of 137. Coffee with milk, two sugars, mostly. And… okay, we get Coked up, too. And Thoughtful Man and I smoke. Menthol filters; it’s medicinal. I roll them. The Black Sambuca is for a shot or two, with Red Bull chaser, to keep us warm chested and away from ire each night of the Festivities.
Wat is everyone’s problem with wat we consume? It’s Physics!
He also purchased two presents for me. I can’t wait. I opened them immediately.
A dick to phone and some kindling.
I’m over the Moon. Loopy broke my Kindle at school. When I think about all the fucking heavy books, I had to carry up and down the Alwyn Towerblock. Mind you, I enjoyed it – kept me fit. And I needed something to help me shamble the episode of ‘Pointless’. How was I going to do this? I know, I’ll talk to myself…
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Zo. Did you follow Clicky and watch the Program? I gno this is a mixed ability class, but… are you sure you saw wear my little Dolphin helper went?
*sniff*
*Squints… Clicky? You’re knot..? No, Okay I trust you. *
Wright then *looks at invisible watch* Oh bugger is that the hour? I need to go and spend some time with my family. My breakdown of the Program to reveal 137 will have to wait until tomorrow, then. Ooo… Bonus! I’ll include the end of the episode of I watched of ‘Pointless’ today. Plus a transcript of my wittering’s of this my first ‘Pointless Exercise’ to go with the pix. *That should be fun… knot* 😉
*Now look here, Clicky. Are you fucking about behind my back? I won’t have it, u gno…*
The two of the 9, mentioned above, I’ve actually axed if they want to participate in this experiment. That way, as a woman, I can be one of 3. And so can they. Witch nails (above) from won. Sum Song (below) from da udder.
Shamble on People, I’m off for a goodnight cuddle… Have a Song…
‘After playing several minor roles in other Hollywood films such as White Hunter Black Heart (1990) and Alien 3 (1992), Mantle was cast as consultant Dr Mike Barrett in the BBC television hospital drama series Casualty. He became one of its most popular characters, renowned for his convincing and authoritative portrayal and “dishy doc” persona.’
Reading down the wiki entry, Shiny, I realise that I’ve seen him in the flesh, too, though not to talk to. It was before he became Casualty’s Dishy Doc. It was at the theatre…
‘In 1991-2 he played Dave in Sandi Toksvig’s “The Pocket Dream” at the Nottingham Playhouse and Albery Theatre in London.’
I don’t really remember the play itself that much but I do remember it being a bitterly cold night. It was late starting because of a blackout, and fingers, toes and tip of nose were starting to go numb whilst waiting to be let inside.
Pip was very interesting character and lovely friend from my days at the JLP. Her next door neighbour was an actual movie stunt woman. It was through Pip that I briefly met Sean Bean…
Just to say “Hello” when we went to collect Pip and her husband from some awards night for Stunt People in a London hotel (we offered to put them up for the night – whilst they were still partying, we went to see the late night showing of ‘Dracula’ at Leicester Square). It was that Pip actually tried to suck his face off 😉
Roob what do you think the spoon represents?
Poons, Shiny. That’s where Thoughtful Man took me to dinner, on my birthday (the first we shared together), before taking me to see ‘Buddy‘ – see above image for the programme.
Tonight I watched a saved episode of ‘Pointless’ whilst ironing the boys’ school uniform for their last morning of school tomorrow, before the Christmas break…
Humanity blacked out for exactly 137 seconds or 2 mins 17 secs. 217 is the room number in Stephen King’s The Shining. In Stanley Kubrick’s version it was 237.
‘The central premise of Being Human is that various types of supernatural beings exist alongside human beings, with varying degrees of menace; that three of these supernatural beings are opting to live amongst human beings rather than apart from them; and that these three characters are attempting (as much as is possible) to live ordinary human lives despite the pressures and dangers of their situations. They are constantly threatened with exposure or persecution, with pressure from other supernatural creatures, and with problems caused by their attempts to deal with their own natures.’
A trinity created by Toby White/Wit/Whithouse. There’s Werewolf…
“Tear me-net” Chinese Chip Lady told me the other evening over the roar of popping fat.
I’d been sent out to buy supper: Cod, chips, pie, sav (for Poppy the dog) and two buttered rolls. A feast but we’d have to wait. I placed my order and said…
Clicky, really… is it necessary to illustrate everything I say? Don’t answer…
Ten minutes to kill. What to do? I paid for dinner and decided visit Cash & Dash’s emporium, a hop, skip and jump away, to peruse their magazine racks whilst I waited.
Clicky, they’re Hindus *scratches head* … They are open over Christmas, I suppose… *shrugs* I’ll carry on with my story, if you don’t mind. No, don’t answer.
Childhood habit – my eyes flicked up to the top shelf. No porn on display these days but a title did catch my eye…
No fear, Clicky, I would have spotted those bazongas without my specs. Unreal…
It was the 50th issue in a Marvelous run of comic collectables. Like the zippo Thoughtful Man bought a little while back. I reached up, feeling naughty for no rational reason, and turned the tight cellophane-wrapped book over in my hands to take in the blurb on the back.
‘One of the five founding Avengers, Janet Van Dyne is the wondrous Wasp. Born of science to battle an incomprehensible enemy, she’s Earth’s tiniest titan!
‘Take in a tale to astonish, as we present the first appearance of the impeccable inspect Avenger, the Wasp! Then, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes endure the fight of their lives – when the fearsome Masters of Evil come knocking! The Wasp leads the charge as the team find themselves… Under Siege!’
I didn’t remember seeing her in either of the Avengers movies. I looked at the price – £9.99. I ummed and felt the crisp tenner in my pocket, change from the fish & chips supper. Then my eyes clocked some other numbers.
44, Click. That’S the atomic number for Ruthenium. That’s one of my numbers. And 271 and 273 are scrambled Shining room numbers…
That was it. I had to see what was inside but the cellophane was virgin tight. I ran my thumb along the seam and gently pressed…
I bought it, Click! What do you fucking take me for? No. Don’t answer!
“They’re up to Number 102” Cash eagerly informed me as he rung up the sale. I spent the next few minutes telling him in detail exactly why I had to buy this particular issue, until his eyes gazed over and I could escape. Being incomprehensible is an effective weapon. Besides, the chips would be ready.
I bade farewell and left, pushing the ‘Pull’ sign on the inside of the door. Thankfully that door swings both ways.
Supper was delicious. I won’t go into detail; rest assured there was plenty of salt & vinegar and lashings of sauce. I will finish this post with the first image I saw when I eased the cover open…
