Dunworking’s Domain

Bah !

So…why the snotty mood ?…ok…lets start at the beginning…with Saturday’s footy against St Francis….Good crowd, most (if not all) of the shiny new programmes sold…weather atrocious…no, really…it was awful…second half delayed as the ref was worried about players being hit by lightning!….they were more in danger of drowning as the heavens opened…we lost 1-0 by the way…match report Here

Then…with three games coming up over Christmas and me wanting to prepare some of the programmes early, my trusty printer decided it would be a good time to start to give up the ghost….it chose its timing well…I’ve just bought 20 ink cartridges, we’re on a tight deadline for Saturday’s game, and blow me if it didn’t decide to display a problem well known with Canon printers…one which costs more than the printer is worth to fix…

and then…and THEN…my PC Keyboard decided to play up…my fault for not buying a USB keyboard before now, but hey….the keyboard port on my computer’s motherboard seems to be dodgy…and I’m sitting here typing this on an awful old keyboard I use for emergencies rather than the shiny multimedia keyboard I normally use…and yes, I’m too tightfisted to replace the motherboard for the sake of a keyboard port…

what else…it’s my eldest nephew’s birthday today…Happy Birthday Dan !

The reply from Skeddy on my last post…er…Skeddy…that sheep image is wrong on SO many levels I don’t know where to start !

And finally…for those who still visit “Dunworking.org”, you might notice some strange goings on over the next couple of weeks…I’m taking the site off line altogether and replacing it with something new and a lot more serious. To be honest, some of the coding on Dunworking.org is pretty shocking anyway, so it was about time it had an overhaul. Instead of rewriting the site I’m going to be doing something more business-like. The site has been there for 2 and a bit years, and most of the downloads are available on other sites anyway. Time to move on.

Yes…’tis true…a month today is Christmas Eve….smug git that I am, I’ve done all my Christmas Shopping (as “AMG” will tell you, I don’t do the “shopping thing”, much prefering to get it done and out the way as quickly as possible). What else…done a list of things to be put on e-bay…listened to the first test - and haven’t we messed that up ?! Picked up the shiny new covers for the Pagham FC programme this morning. Decent looking they are too. Whether we’ll sell them all at tomorrow’s match remains to be seen…

Was reading about how players of “Battlefield 2142″ are being snooped on by Electronic Arts whenever they play the game on-line - apparently it puts up adverts on the hoardings whilst you play. There’s even a disclaimer which tells you not to install the game on your PC if you don’t want IGA (an advertising info collection company) to collect information from you. Shame, then, that this disclaimer is only shown when you unpack the DVD…by which time you’ve opened the box…and quite probably installed the game…by which time EA has got your IP address….for those who don’t want this to happen…go to http://snipurl.com/10×0f

Noticed a new version of the “King Kong” DVD in stores the other day…a 3 DVD edition…having bought the 2 DVD version when it came out, believing that would be the definitive version, was a bit miffed. However, all these extras are a bit ridiculous. As was mentioned on here recently, and also by “Skeddy”, is there any point to all these extras if all they’re going to do is package “Making of…” featurettes that have been on TV many, many times. The exception for me was “Lord of the Rings”…I went out of my way to get the extended editions, as I felt films like that don’t come along very often…

…talking of LOTR, it looks as if Peter Jackson won’t be directing “The Hobbit”, but it’s gone to someone else…possibly Sam “Evil Dead” Raimi…hmm…for those that remember Bilbo cleaving his own skull in the Spectrum versions of the game…this could be interesting…

and now…

Little Barry came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.

 

His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell

 

his mother what he wanted: “Mum, I want a bike for my birthday.”

 

Little Barry was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble

 

at school and at home. Barry’s mother asked him if he thought he

 

deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Barry, of course,

 

thought he did. Barry’s mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him

 

to reflect on his behaviour over the last year, and write a letter to God, and tell him

 

why he deserved a bike for his birthday.

 

Little Barry stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.

 

 

 

Dear God,

 

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my

 

birthday. I want a red one.

 

Your friend, Barry.

 

 

 

Barry knew this wasn’t true. He had not been a very good boy this

 

year, so he tore up he letter and started over.

 

 

 

Dear God,

 

This is your friend Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year,

 

and I would like a red bike for my birthday.

 

Thank you,

 

Barry.

 

 

 

Barry knew this wasn’t true either. He tore up the letter and started again.

 

 

 

Dear God,

 

I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for

 

 my birthday. Your friend,

 

Barry.

 

 

 

Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either. Barry was

 

very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to

church. Barry’s mother thought her plan had worked because Barry

 

looked very sad. “Just be home in time for dinner,” his mother said.

 

Barry walked down the street to the church and up to the altar.

He looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of

 

the Virgin Mary, He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the

 

church, down the street, into his house, and up to his room.

 

He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen.

 

 

Barry began to write his letter to God.

 

 

 

I’VE GOT YOUR MUM.

 

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN,

 

SEND THE BIKE.