Shoulder to shoulder...

First of I will admit that if there is one thing that is a tear jerker for me, its watching or listening to national anthems being sung before a rugby match. Not sure if I'm alone in this, but suppose its the hypermania or Damp that kicks in and makes the feelings rush to hyperdrive.

Its an incredible adrenalin kick.



Here are some links , give it a go and full volume.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exHawsImGqc&mode=related&search=



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpYogExUngU&mode=related&search=



and of course

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XA6cnXFiE6I&mode=related&search=

and of course the Scots won..

Well, I suppose it doesn't help being woken up at half past too much on a friday morning with a mobile phone parked under one ear and a jacket still in hand..Seems like some habits, good and bad, die hard and going out on a thursday isn't making me the smartest cookie on the block..Stoopid became even more stoopid (tm)It's gonna be a quiet weekend anyway....However it was worth seeing somebody off who we may or may not see again.
Work was like juggling jello and I'll have to go in during the weekend to clean my bib and the floor having dropped everything over it...They say you should have a beer when this hungover.Who are THEY?
Well it's half past a freckle and friday evening.
Once again the anthems are blaring , the eyes are tempted to drop some and the TV is doing an impression of a coffin.
Actually, as I've written previously I do have this thing about sticks and stones and mechanicals having a soul, sofas included, so I have also come to realise that my tv must yearn for a new owner as I neglect it.It hates me, which is probably why it shows me so much crap when i give it a chance..

Today at fika I came up with a new concept for woman to defend themselves against potential male attackers. It all started with me playing with a 10 inch blade whilst cutting some "Fredag Fika Bröd" and I came up with the topic of how hard it would be to actually stab somebody through a leather jacket.
This led on to a story I told from the Honest Toon (Mussi in Scotland) when a mate got stabbed outside the labour club having decided to charge a bunch of neds who threw half-niddries(halved bricks,called half-niddries as the brick foundry was of course based there) at the punters walking out.
Then I asked one of the girls what she would do if attacked.
-I'd scream a lot
well, yes, indeed..
and then?
So..put away the pepparspray and the alarm as I have the ultimate weapon. Lightweight, small enough to keep hidden and more effective than anything on the market already.
A syringe.
Simple really, you get approached by a maniac, you take out your empty but air filled syringe and stick him. Dead.Immediately.
And for those really mean lassies, you can swap the air for HIV positive to offer the attacker a slow and painful end.
Looking at the costs side I would suggest the "Air Filled Injectum" at a retail $10.
Somebody from our technical dept. actually offered the idea to start cultivating human hiv farms...thats sick!

Well, its friday and the "darling buds of May" are being taken somewhere out in the wilderness but back here it's all quiet.Tomorrow will see the dawn of yet another couple of games and I have an appointment with somebody from P4.Better clean up and shape up and remember to refrain from the devils water and stick to Gods soup kitchen..

Now finally the Black Coffin screen will view a late nite "Woody Allen" and things will hopefully come back into perspetive..

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