I do not exaggerate when I say I have never seen such rods in my life. A fourteen year old came round and stuffed twelve metres of them (with a spear on the end), down next door's drain (pictured here). Silt came out, and maybe some charcoal and a cat or two. Now, next door's drain is Thames Water's drain. One of my drains is Thames Water's; the other one isn't. But there was a Blockage, mainly made of Twatboy's enormous poos (he eats mainly ready meals from Iceland, as he still has no oven after two months). And the blockage in "my" drain (i.e. me, Twatboy's, his flatmate's, and the two houses on the other side), should have cost me £65 to clear. But it did not cost me £65, for the fourteen year old rodded my drains, got out his plunger, had a go on Twatboy's poo and refused to even take a tenner for a drink. Whattaguy.
If that's made you feel a bit sick, here's a picture of Jane Russell in the bath to cheer you up, particularly if you've eaten too much cake this weekend:
Miss Russell weren't no size 00. Know what I'm saying? Blessings to you too, Miss Russell!
Right, I'm off to the gym then I'm going to do a bit of low-level time travel back to 1950, to get me a New Look frock. Then I shall come home and flush my lavatory repeatedly and marvel at its efficiency.
8 comments:
I remember Jane Russell used to do ads for one of the bra companies when I was a kid. Scary, very scary
Heavens ! Innuendos, pin-ups, oversized phalli - might this blog be getting frolicsome ?
Hello anonymous. I thought Howard Hughes designed her bra as well. But I might be imagining that.
J-boy - Hoorah! you saw the innuendo! You saw the innuendo! Yes it is. It's that time of year. Cough.
That is really quite the picture. I always preferred Jane to Marilyn when I was a kid and exposed to far to many films on behalf of my sisters.
I like the theme of your blog. Doing little work is marvellous. Doing no work is the dream.
Was she in Flushing Meadow? Is that the connection? Is there a prize?
Like the way her lipstick matches the bath. She looks like she's being eaten alive by a big bar of Pears' soap.
I think the poor dame got dementia in the end.
Dear, dear NWM, I am stealing this poicture to put up in Baroque Mansions; I will link back to you. This - bearing in mind I have been actively trying not to look at too many things lately - is the nicest thing I have looked at in days and has cheered me up no end.
I am still swearing at Bloglines. I can't believed I missed the saga of poo.
Yup HH did design her bra. Apparently it involved quite a lot of architectural type engineering and girding etc. to keep her "perky".
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