Cats, cats, cats

So, it's been a while. Summer has been and gone, although it was difficult to tell. I can't remember such a wet, dull and dismal summer.
My garden has been a failure again. The sunflowers are just starting to flower as the frosts start, and my poor little ginger kitteh got run over.
And the TV's allbloody repeats, cookery prog's and so called celebrity pish.
Still, here's a picture of the new kitteh, Boris. Fat little bastard that he is.
And I'm fucked if I know why the text has all gone underlined too.


Mostly I have been listening to all sorts of shit including; Laura Marling, Mastodon, Anthrax, Feist etc.

Ressurection

Well, after purusing t'interwebs, I went for a new motor for my Dyson. They weren't as expensive as I thought and there's lots of stuff on you tube and shit on how to fit one. So now I have a working vacuum cleaner again.
This week I are listening to The Final Frontier, Iron Maiden's new album. Only listened to it once and it has not stuck me as anything special, but many albums haven't on the first listen. Still, at least it's not produced by Steve Harris. Great bassist and song writer, but I find all the albums he produced were badly mixed.

So Den

Another weekend whooshes past and it's back to work again.
How come I'm starting to get guilty feelings for being in the house all weekend, even though I've got decorating to do. I blame Mrs Pingu.
I'm not sure what I hate most at the moment, decorating or work.
Went to see Jethro Tull on Sunday which was spoiled by some twat off his box, or drunk, or both, shouting and clapping out of time and generally being annoying. Seems to be getting to be a regular occurance these days.
And to top it all there was a big crack in my windscreen when I left home too, typical with the MOT just around the corner.
Pooters. There's another sore point. My desktop Hard Drive has just thrown a wobbly and lost all my mp3s and now my laptop seems to be working in super slow mode too.

Grrr frrnt bassa!