Friday, January 11, 2008

Friday 11th January 2008

This is the second page in a row that I have seen this message from the Guardian:

'It is a condition of acceptance of advertisement orders that the proprietors of the Guardian do not guarantee the insertion of a particular advertisement on a specified date, or at although every effort will be made to meet the wishes of advertisers; further they do not accept liability for any loss or damage caused by any error or inaccuracy in the printing or non appearance of any advertisement, and reserve the right to edit or delete any objectionable wording or reject any advertisement. Although every advertisement is carefully checked [no it's not, what about the illegal money laundering thing?], occasionally mistakes do occur. We therefore ask advertisers to assist us by checking their advertisements carefully and advise us immediately should an error occur. We regret that we can not accept responsibility for more than ONE INCORRECT insertion and that no republication will be granted in the case of typographical or minor changes which do not affect the value of the advertisement. To ensure consistently high service levels, calls are randomly monitored by a sales manager.'


I have taken to watching the darts on the telly. It is great entertainment. I have a sneaking suspicion that the water in those bottles they are drinking is vodka. These people are used to playing darts in a pub, where you drink beer. They are not used to being on a stage in front of a thousand drunken people. It's all wrong. They should be able to have a pint and a fag. No wonder they all shake like a blancmange on a waltzer.

One of the darts players is a bloke called Woods. You can see how in the early school days, people would have called him woody, and then woody wood pecker. This bloke has taken it to the extreme. He has an arm length tattoo of PECKER, and has a peroxide Mohican. Really, is that necessary?

A great looky-likey: Darryl Fitton (the darts player) and Darren Clarke (the golfer).