Thursday, August 02, 2007

Filth, Tips And Dogs

Why is it that people think if they use a clean glass and drink water out of it, that it can go straight on the drainer for wiping up?
What special properties does water have that will render everyone immune to their germs and nastiness?
Pisses me right off.

Thankfully it rained today, so I excused myself railing scraping and did sweet FA all day.
I knocked up a curry for housemates but that was about it, nice, lazy and stoned.

Tomorrow night I’m going to the dogs.
Greyhound racing with the next door neighbours. I’d forgotten that the Chinese like a flutter until Mrs Next Door started going on about giving her tips.
It was after 2 ‘Pardons’ I realised she wasn’t saying Chips and got it into my head we were going to the casino and I had imagined the Greyhounds altogether.
Good Grass!
I’m shite as a Tipster anyway.
My method of choosing a greyhound goes along the lines of,

a) Does it look like Jessie?
b) Has it got a good name?

That’s it. No great science involved.
It’s the same with horses unless the Irish cousins text a tip.
Which have been conspicuous by their absence this Goodwood Week, I’d just like to add.
There are no grudges held over the Grand National tip!!
Honest guys!

Sassy is in the USA and I am feeding the feline equivalent of ’Hinge and Brackett’.
They have also been to the vet. Their greatest living joy. Not.

2 comments:

Sassygril said...

The Chinese are MAD for a flutter; huge gamblers. We often have probs at the Uni with the odd Chinese student who goes and blows his allowance for the year down the casino.

And I am sorry about the ladies. I'd also forgotten how much they hate the booster jabs - esp Poppy. They were decidedly breugus with me yesterday and it broke my heart. It's soooo difficult to explain that these things prolong their life.

Sleepy said...

They weren't too bad!