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A Trevor is what I call a boy racer. A spotty youth in a souped up car that drives around in a low gear with the souped up stereo on 11. Basically a nuisance to society. Anyway, about five minutes ago a gang of Trevors decided to use my leafy suburban street as their race track and my driveway as a convenient spot to turn around.

Here's a typical Trevor car

I know there's some of you out that that may label me a Trevor wannabe, but I deny all claims and my name's not Trevor. I'd best go, I've got to be in Maccie D's car park by 10 for a burnout.

I re-watched Mallrats today on DVD, a much misunderstood film. Anyway, what I hadn't noticed before was the carpet shop in the mall called rug munchers. How could one miss such a sight gag?

Surprisingly it's raining again and we've had more flooding over the last few days, it's playing havoc on the roads.

However on a lighter note I came across this story about a seagull that has been walking into a newsagents in Aberdeen and picking up a packet of crisps(chips) off the shelf and then walking out again. (see picture)



I think it was after the scampi fries.

No real story, Celtic came to play Peterborough in a pre-season friendly last night and couldn't resist the opportunity to use the spoonerism above. (thanks to Jasper Carrott for that line, taken from the very funny song bastity chelt). Oh it finished 1-2 to Celtic.

Summer started proper today, first chance to have all of the windows open in the house, the downside was that a local cat decided to pay a visit and I had to spend 15 minutes chasing it around the house and back out again. Not to worry, it's forecast heavy downpours again tomorrow.

Anyway, back to the poker.

I've finally worked out what I am good at, cultivating weeds. Not the good kind that I can sell to the local sk8ter bois and grls, but those that grow in unexpected and unwanted places in the garden. I'm sure my local garden centre is getting suspicious given the amount of weed-killer I am buying. I've tried all sorts and makes, none seem to last more than a couple of weeks. I wouldn't mind except that weeding is not exactly high on my list of pleasureable weekend past-times.

Anyway, seeing as the done thing is to copy a link to a youtube video, here is what some of my work colleagues get up to on a rainy Tuesday night in Peterborough. Enjoy??

The BBC coverage for most of yesterday was dominated by the Live Earth concert from the new Wembley. What I don't understand is how you can promote ecology and economy by flying rock stars all around the world to play on a stage lit with millions of bulbs and video screens and electric guitars etc. Surely that concert cannot have been carbon neutral. I presume the concept of carbon neutralisation is known in the US even if it is largely ignored, Let's face it the closest you get to ecology is a Toyota Prius. That was the irony of the US Live Earth concert, it was in a stadium full of adverts for Toyota, still can't imagine them being the most eco-friendly company on the planet.

This weekend also sees the start of Le Tour de France (The tour of France) from London. Ok I'm sure you've worked out that London is not in France, but they swap around the start every year. It was quite a spectacle over 3 million people lined the streets of London to watch the prologue yesterday.

It's also he British Grand Prix today (Like NASCAR but with corners (turns)). I'm not going to say too much as I don't want to jinx the British drivers taking part.

I'll leave you with this screen shot I found on a competition site, me thinks the picture and caption don't quite match.



Right I'm off to take some pictures with my new Brita filter jug.

As a follow up to yesterday's entry, yesterday was also financial independence day as I awoke this morning to find that my numbers had come up on the UK lotto. Yes I won a big £10, which given the current exchange rate is worth about US$2500 (good job I work with forex and know how to work these things out).

Have just read the last comment, not entirely unexpected if not entirely constructive, but that's what these blogs are all about, the ability to take the piss. Well I hope that's what they are for, not actually expecting anyone to actually read them, actually.

Was meant to be taking part in the country bumpkin quiz tonight, but due to previously mentioned illness, decided that a late night and a 40 mile drive each way was ill advised, especially without the aid of toilet tissue. Will have to resort to watching the aforementioned darts, should be an interesting tournament now that Phil "the power" Taylor has been knocked out in the first round.

I always find it difficult ending these entries, it's not like an e-mail or letter, and never having kept a journal or diary (or dairy) before, not sure what the protocol is. Sometimes its just best to trail off mid sent

Apologies for quoting Bill Pullman from that awful Will Smith film (ok, Independence Day, I realise awful, Will Smith and film are often in the same sentence), but I don't see what all the fuss is about? Why anyone would want to celebrate independence from the good 'ole UK beats me. Interestingly I used to work with someone called Jonathon Hancock (hopefully you knowledgeable readers will get the link).

So back to the weather, its still cacking it down here, yet when I switch to the darts from Las Vegas they are saying that it's reached 130 degrees (54C), which apparently is a record. That's my question for the day, is/are darts big in the US? Over here it's massive and getting bigger every year. There were events this spring that attracted crowds of over 5,000, which for a pub game is incredible.

It's also a good day to celebrate my independence from the bathroom after a particularly violent attack of food poisoning. It's amazing how much rubbish you can find on satellite TV when you are not in work.

Well to those of you in the US, enjoy your day off, and to those in the UK, keep practicing the swimming.

It's amazing how us Brits moan about the weather, however if we didn't have such changeable weather what would we talk about?

Saying that, the crappy weather today cost me £10. Had bought tickets for the 20/20 cricket (a bit like baseball, but interesting), thinking that a Saturday afternoon at the end of June might just have 3 hours of fine weather to get a game in, but the British summer(?) decided otherwise.

Just to prove how English I am though, rather than driving to ground to watch, stayed at home at watched the rain live on television.

It was either that or watching someone drive a flaming car into the terminal building at Glasgow airport. Yup, Britain is in the grip of terror again with two car bombs found and disarmed in London yesterday and the latest attack this afternoon, we are on full alert.

On a lighter note, when researching my previous entry about the two countries separated by one language, I found a link to YouTube and the unaired American pilot of Red Dwarf. Oh dear, they missed the point somewhat. Having been brought up on things like H2G2 and Blakes 7, Red Dwarf was a classic sci-fi comedy that was quintessentially English. Then again it works both ways, we've made dreadful versions of American programs as well.

Right I'm off to buy a canoe.

Ok some real news. It’s summer, it’s Wimbledon fortnight and therefore it’s raining. It’s been raining so much that some of the major cities have flooded. On Monday night 100 people had to be evacuated by helicopter.This picture was taken at Hillsborough, home of Sheffield Wednesday football (soccer) club. Yes they play football there, not water polo. I was once asked “what is the difference between polo and water polo?” to which my response was that the horses drowned. But that’s just my dry wit. Then again, that question was posed by the same colleague who asked “what do you call that game where you pin the tail on the donkey?” Doh!

Is it just me or are we all surrounded by idiots, either that or the ever increasing flood water? Anyone got a lifejacket or towel?

Well somehow I got coerced into producing my own mini-blog on this site and I have hit my first dilemma before I even start. Who are my target audience and therefore which version of English should I use? Obviously Bill Gates would have us believe that the Americans invented the language, but as George Bernard Shaw said, we are two countries separated by a common language.

So back to the dilemma, do I call my mobile phone a cellphone, do I call football soccer, do I drop the letter U randomly from words and stick Z's where an S should suffice?

I think the answer is nuts to the lot of you, I'm writing this from the otherside of the Atlantic and I'm going to use the Queen's English, however that could be classed as discriminatory, so I guess where confusion could be caused I'll use both versions of the words.

Right I'm off to smoke a fag.