The 2010 World Cup NIGHTMARE! and England flags

Suzy Creamcheese.....Flying the flag

I have tried to watch it, but it's unbearable due to the continuous droning created by those poxy horn things that the crowds are blowing, it sounds like a million trapped Wasps. I persevered and watched the England V USA game and did not hear a England chant or song because all people wanted to do was blow them bloody things all through the game. I hope and prey these dough-nuts who are blowing them don't start it up with our league football in the UK. NIGHTMARE!!

I found something worse. Due to commitments I was on the motorway while England V Algeria was playing so had to hear the game on AM radio. The noise was horrendous as the signal faded in and out, the back ground noise of those poxy horns sounded like alternator whine. it was terrible, but I persevered. As for the game "I'm saying nothing"

OZ

PS.....While I am having a moan, what is the point of England flags that are being purchased and displayed all round the country having England written across them. I cannot get my head around this surely the flag it self saids it all, after all you do not see German flags with the word Germany written across it.  Downham Way near Bromley Kent has the most amount of England flags that I have seen in this World Cup my Grand Daughter counted 83 flags (not counting bunting), the road looks terrific!

Amazing...all for nothing. England players make their way home after another dismal performance. And I bet it will be the same old players in the Euro cup in 2012, I suppose it's to be expected when there's not much more than four dozen English players to choose from in the Premier League. Would the FA look out side the Premier League? I don't think so.

KILLER SPIDER

I triggered a sequence of events within the spiders world recently and it was WOW!

While moving a large pile of old waste paper bins that were stored underneath a Portacabin at work I came across nature. In one of the bins there was a big shiny black spider and it was guarded a nest that had lots of little shiny black baby spiders running around (cute). I decided to move the bin to a new location and then I spotted a bigger hairy spider on the outside of the bin. I gently picked the spider up but it run off and scurried up my arm and tried to disappear down my collar, I managed to grab it and placed it in the bin with the other spider. It stayed motionless halfway up the inside of the bin, I left the spiders alone and went off to do other things.

A while later I had a look in the bin and the spiders were in their same places, being a ex schoolboy I blew on the spider that had run up my arm "thinking that we were friends" but all I done was spook it and it scurried away to the bottom of the bin where the spider that was guarded the nest pounced on it , spun it over and sunk its fangs into it's abdomen and begun to kill it. After a couple of minutes the killer spider climbed off and left the ambushed spider to have one last bout of shaky leg syndrome and then it curled up on it's self and died.
I thought to myself "blimey raw nature, death in the waste bin and it's all my fault"

This mother was in my house

British Leyland

It come to me recently that we have bugger all manufacturing left in this country basically due to government. Can you remember the government in conjunction with the popular press "lets get rid of British Leyland it's costing you the tax payer money. We all fell for it and it was broken up flogged off and it's brands and models are no more. And are we better off money wise? I don't think so. It's all a bit like the coal mines. what's ironic the car that was the but of all our jokes (apart from Allegro) Skoda is still driving around our streets when much finer brands are no more or they are in foreign hands. Bloody sad!!

My preferred transport, Son of Sherpa the Leyland Daf (LDV) 200 minibus built like a tank, reliable and dead simple to work on. In my opinion cannot be be beaten but as we all know LDV was allowed to go to the wall. I have named her Chloe after one of my favourite grand daughters.