Was to fold a bath towel.
You obviously have to use your teeth but, bleeeeurghhhfuff, woe betide you if you get too much towel in yer mouth and it touches tongue or, even worse, roof or, even worser the bloody towel squeaks between your teeth.
AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargggh rar rar rar eeeurgh.
Today has been busy in a steady sort of way. Lots of washing and drying; a cheeky pack of lemon and scampi flavoured nik-naks; five’n a half minutes washing the stain and crumbs from my fingers, shirt, trousers and, bemusingly, my right sock; lunch (baked potato with cheese and beans and about a pint of Worcestershire Sauce (what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, eh); and then an hour reading some back copies of Rugby magazines dropped in by the Saintly Hash last night. He even gave me a squash ball to squeeze as part of my rehab. He is such a lovely man. He is also getting to look more like Terry Holmes’ better-looking brother every day.
Well, after vigorous ball squeezing in 3 minute bursts, I feel I have earned a few minutes rest and researching today’s random topic on the old super information byway.
Today I have mostly been looking at moustaches, in the non-euphemistic or overtly gay manner, of course. Two sites spring out
Most interesting.
I would like to see the return of the moustache in its simple glory – none of this hip-hop, R&B, Latino-pencil-thin nonsense, but your common-or-garden ‘tache. I have had, in the past, a great deal of fun shaving off a week’s beard into a fine and amusing array of styles (starting with the Lemmy and closing with the Adolf. Well, actually closing with the half-Adolf which has me chuckling every time). So, all you male readers out there, let’s all fly a kite and grow a ‘tache.
This will no doubt meet with the immediate and real support of our wives, girlfriends, boyfriends, sisters and pets.
Good.
Although I can’t remember him ever sporting a moustache, JPR had supposedly the best sideys in Welsh or British sport. He faced some competition from Georgie Best and John ‘Baz' Taylor but I think they were all outshone by Roger Blyth, the then Swansea RFC fullback, who did play instead of Japes for Wales. Imagine that, you’ve heard that Il Canasta is out injured and then what do they do? They wheel out some chap with Even Better Sideburns!? Hellfire, you can’t win, can you?
Right, back to my tasks. I think I shall wash more towels, now. Yup. That’ll do it.
(I feel that you should all post a comment to wilbach to give him something to do during his convalescence, please. If his contributions are going to carry on in this vein, I don’t know what the hell I shall do. I mean, you readers out there don’t have to read all his gibberings do you? I do. PLEASE comment. Please. pleasepleaseplea-ease... - Ed)
welshbob wrote...
Wil, coming back from a weeks holiday in Cornwall (Think Wales on the edge of the world without the sheep but with pasties) And I find you wittering on about towel folding, for God's sake! I KNOW you're recovering from the op an all, but pull yourself together man! I thought at the very LEAST a nice fruity paragraph or two on the amazing Ozzie win over the AB's! When I went to a book-shop in Penzance (weather was crap) I had the GREAT pleasure of seeing GoldenJonnyballs Wilkinson's book - "How I won the world cup with me left peg, singlehandedly" on the remainders shelf at a princely £1.99 - I resisted the temptation to buy it (not easy at that price!) but went off tittering - made my day! So if you're looking for one handed challenges - here's mine - learn to kick with your left peg. Iechyd Da! Hope this cheers you up a bit.
Wilbach says - i used to start every new season as coachin with the kids by casually dropping a left-footed goal. always impressed 'em as i then prattled on about the prime skill is to be able to kick well off both feet. so under-rated a skill. not once did they twig i was actually left footed and can't kick for toffee off my right. ah well, mind games, eh.
Posted by: welshbob | July 2, 2007 10:28 PM