How do I find out how I compare- and what was your score??
A shovel list is a list of things you would happily hit in the face with a shovel-a writer has started this~~~~~~~~~
Helen Walsh's top 25 Shovel List
In with a bullet (and I wish it was a real one.) Clowns!
Herbal tea. Always smell so nice, and yet tastes so gank. It should be renamed 'Horrible tea.' It's one of life's bitterest disappointments.
Lakes. They're so smug. As if they know everything about you and you know nothing about thcite. Lakes tend to withhold. Play their cards close to their chests. You never really know what's going on with lakes, what secrets they hide in their closeted navy depths; they could be up to all sorts and you'd never know, like suburban swingers.
Being asked, "Are we having fun yet?"
Men who say, "We're pregnant."
Drivers who slow down as they approach green traffic lights. Do they want to go orange? Do they want to have to stop?
Yoghurts. The cartons with an airlock - and they always have one - so when you open the foil lid, it explodes out at you, sending millions of pink spatters flying all over your nice clean shirt
Lemons. What's the point of them?! Why can't they just be limes?
The sound of a middle-aged man chomping on an apple. When he's sitting next to me on the bus.
'Grounded' people.
'Spiritual' people.
'People' people.
People.
Female musos. Being frank with you, I just don't believe them. All that hanging around gigs and reading The Word and talking about 'jangly guitars' and 'meaty bass-lines' and such shite. They're only pretending, just to get a boyfriend. Then, the minute they land one, they crawl under their beds and retrieve their Michael Bublé poster and blow the dust balls off it and stick him back up on the wall and give him a big kiss.
Wimbledon
Paper cuts
Ironing. But I'm hardly saying something revolutionary here. I do realise that.
Magicians. No, I'm not going to pick one of your stupid cards. And I'd rather you sawed me in half than to have to watch you doing it to that girl in the spangledy bikini.
Dreadlocks... on white people
Pashminas
The smell of Juicy Fruit Chewing Gum. It is the very worst. The red mist descends on me and I want to go on a hatchet spree.
Those machines on the side of the road that flash up the speed you're going at and go red if you're breaking the speed limit. It's like they're taunting me and I always put my foot to the floor when they appear! I am proud to have my law-breaking flashed in red neon for all to see. Yes, proud!
Flossing my teeth. The tedium near kills me and raises a philosophical question: can dentures be so bad?
Know-it-alls
Avocados. I still can't believe they're food. I still can't believe that the whole world isn't just playing a practical joke on me.
I'm having one here- it's just chucked it down again! How the 'b' 'h' am I going to do the final lawn cut of this year? Just 1, not even 2, dry days pleeeeez. J.
Posts
Geoff, I've grown up? I'm not feeling that! I'm very much a big kid at heart!
Who mentioned mopping? I have a mop, a new mop! Who needs mopping? When, where, with who? Count me in!
Kate needs mopping but you will need to explain to her how it works-it will be easier just to do it
We could have a mopping party-song suggestions??
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/david-cameron/9570769/How-would-you-fare-in-a-David-Letterman-history-quiz.html no cheating
It must be nice to have kitchen staff
16 right and no passes
You have to pay to get the right people
Has anyone heard of a shovel list ?
16 is that enough to stay ?
Nope.
No idea Geoff.
Abba 'voulez vou' is the usual one- on full blast- songs just have the right beat to deal with 8ft windows.
Daughter back early & made me a nice cuppa.
J.
How do I find out how I compare- and what was your score??
A shovel list is a list of things you would happily hit in the face with a shovel-a writer has started this~~~~~~~~~
Helen Walsh's top 25 Shovel List
In with a bullet (and I wish it was a real one.) Clowns!
Herbal tea. Always smell so nice, and yet tastes so gank. It should be renamed 'Horrible tea.' It's one of life's bitterest disappointments.
Lakes. They're so smug. As if they know everything about you and you know nothing about thcite. Lakes tend to withhold. Play their cards close to their chests. You never really know what's going on with lakes, what secrets they hide in their closeted navy depths; they could be up to all sorts and you'd never know, like suburban swingers.
Being asked, "Are we having fun yet?"
Men who say, "We're pregnant."
Drivers who slow down as they approach green traffic lights. Do they want to go orange? Do they want to have to stop?
Yoghurts. The cartons with an airlock - and they always have one - so when you open the foil lid, it explodes out at you, sending millions of pink spatters flying all over your nice clean shirt
Lemons. What's the point of them?! Why can't they just be limes?
The sound of a middle-aged man chomping on an apple. When he's sitting next to me on the bus.
'Grounded' people.
'Spiritual' people.
'People' people.
People.
Female musos. Being frank with you, I just don't believe them. All that hanging around gigs and reading The Word and talking about 'jangly guitars' and 'meaty bass-lines' and such shite. They're only pretending, just to get a boyfriend. Then, the minute they land one, they crawl under their beds and retrieve their Michael Bublé poster and blow the dust balls off it and stick him back up on the wall and give him a big kiss.
Wimbledon
Paper cuts
Ironing. But I'm hardly saying something revolutionary here. I do realise that.
Magicians. No, I'm not going to pick one of your stupid cards. And I'd rather you sawed me in half than to have to watch you doing it to that girl in the spangledy bikini.
Dreadlocks... on white people
Pashminas
The smell of Juicy Fruit Chewing Gum. It is the very worst. The red mist descends on me and I want to go on a hatchet spree.
Those machines on the side of the road that flash up the speed you're going at and go red if you're breaking the speed limit. It's like they're taunting me and I always put my foot to the floor when they appear! I am proud to have my law-breaking flashed in red neon for all to see. Yes, proud!
Flossing my teeth. The tedium near kills me and raises a philosophical question: can dentures be so bad?
Know-it-alls
Avocados. I still can't believe they're food. I still can't believe that the whole world isn't just playing a practical joke on me.- Marian Keyes, 2012
I've just bought 2 fresh pineapples from Co-Op (reduced - 50p). How the heck do I peel/slice them??
Somebody was having a bad day!
I'm having one here- it's just chucked it down again!
How the 'b' 'h' am I going to do the final lawn cut of this year? Just 1, not even 2, dry days pleeeeez. J.
Becks