What's Doing

To the World Cup. I’m very excited, but not in a Bruce McAvaney kind of way – because he’s a twunt.

Here at What’s Doing we are loosening up the vocal cords for that all important singing of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". Lets just say that we are quietly confident.

Mainly that the mighty England will turn up. Anything else, including winning matches, is too hard to predict.

Did I mention that its my birthday in a couple of weeks? I did? Well, I want this book as well.

OK. This post isn’t about my record collection, but I’ve stayed up late to watch the F1 qualifying on ITV so give me a break. Marillion love is coming, honest.

Its my birthday in a couple of weeks. Can I have one of these please? Thanks awfully.

I’ve give up using the messengers from Yahoo and Microsoft. Mainly because I can’t use my favourite program anymore. I’m not going to run the company’s tools because I’m fed up with blanket pop-ups and annoying adverts. If you want to talk to me online, and who wouldn’t, I’m going open source and using Jabber.

All you need to do is download Exodus, register with a jabber server (I’d suggest http://www.jabber.org) and add me (andy47@jabber.org) to your list of contacts. For the technically challenged there is a nice walkthrough (with pictures no less) here.

Don’t worry, normal service will be resumed, the next post is going to be all about my music collection.

Ladies, Gentlemen and fellow geeks. Mr Scaryduck has put up part 1 of the "worst wailer in the world" survey. You know your duty, go here and show the world how much you dislike that Vegas dwelling alleged chanteuse.

As ever with Scary’s web polls multiple votes are perfectly acceptable, in fact they are positively encouraged. If you like you can vote for old concorde nose as many times as you like, I’m going for an average of fifty or so a day.

We will file this one in the "Interesting Things You Didn’t Know You Needed to Know" pile. SWMBO took Number 1 son to the doctors yesterday for a check up and his first ever vaccinations. Amongst them was a jab to protect against polio.

Whilst she was there the doctor gave SWMBO a booster, because apparently if you haven’t had one in the last ten years or so the vaccine can overcome your feeble defences and infect you polio. Which is nice.

Just as a precaution anyone around and close to a newly vaccinated child should have a booster shot. If you haven’t (like, say, me) its best to steer clear of any, err, issuings of the child. If you know what I mean. Even after the booster I’m told that the advice is to indulge in "obsessive hand washing".

Which leaves me with the dilemma. Do I do the decent thing and get myself a polio booster shot? Or do I use my lack of one as a convenient excuse to avoid changing nappies forever more?

You guessed it, I’m off to see the doctor on Thursday.

Some friends are celebrating their wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks time. The schedule for the day goes something like this – trip to London, tube to Tower Bridge, stand on the embankment and look at the King of Poker-Faced Hokum, take the train home where the blushing bride will put on her wedding dress (that hubby has fetched down from the loft), turn the music (70’s disco) up loud and dance away the night at the anniversary disco.

It takes all sorts you know.

The worst musical act in the world fun continues apace at Scaryduck but I’ll stop talking about it here and just carry on leaving comments on his blog.

Talking of which you, my dear readers, are slacking. Apart from the 70’s throwback (and Simon and Steve, steady on chaps) there is usually only a fine patina of dust hanging around the comments on this here blog. I don’t ask for much in return for the hours of sweat I expend coming up with these witty vignettes but the odd comment from some of you would be nice.

If you are ashamed of being seen to contribute to this page, well shame on you. But perhaps you could adopt a nickanme. We do have some already assigned, but the shy and retiring are welcome to hide behind a veil of witty punning.

This, of course, means that I’ve got to come up with some new comedy phrases for people who are likely to get more than a passing reference by me. Top of the heap, natuarally, is my first born son and heir, and the current front runner for him is BWMBO but I’m not too convinced of that one.

Not content with unleashing a "worst movie in the world" poll on us, Scaryduck has now initiated a worst musical act in the world poll. I’m sure you will be reassured to know that I was straight in with my nomination for the wailing french bint. It would appear that I’m not alone in my appreciation of her (lack of) talent.

Other front runners appear to be, well, Cliff Richard mainly. Although if you look in the comments on that post there are some absolute corkers.

From pogo – "And everything by Queen. Say what you like about Freddie Mercury. He was utterly crap."

From Chris – "Shania Twain. Every single song she’s ever recorded, ever, is totally, utterly offensive to the ear. "

From Birdman – " William Shatner. With the emphasis on the first syllable of his surname."

And many, many, more. This is pure heaven for the 70’s throwback.

To celebrate the end of the week, and because I’ve completely run out of things to say, I’d like you to join me in enjoying International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Of course, you can ironically support the cause by just acknowledging the day and not talking like a pirate but, perhaps, writing like one – me hearty.

When the excitement subsides you can spend a couple of minutes enjoying the pointlessness that is AmIAnnoying.com.
It is a bit seppo-centric but still an enjoyable diversion when one is supposed to be paying attention during working hours.