Sidebottom Family Crest

As anybody 'normal' does on a Friday night near to midnight when the mind starts to churn out random phrases etc to type into various search engines blah blah blah, I happened to stumble across this page by accident of course, Sidebottom Family Crest (not that anybody searches their own Surname for beneficial bragging rights etc).
I wonder if anybody has walked into a tattoo artist's shop and asked for their 'so-called family crest' as a tattoo and had random military regalia, parts of suits of armour, crests and the odd animals head(sometimes with an implement skewered thru it, like a shovel or a brush,) chucked in for good measure scrawled across their body and then proceeded to present the said doodle at the peak of an arguement when their surname has been brought into question to prove their loyalty to the family name and honour?... Well they have, ..... to discover the lost world and it's inhabitants click on the link in the tags that says tattoo...
Piss taking apart it does state that the family name derives from Lancashire like my dad's family, so maybe the people at house of names aren't just there for the nasty things in life like a blocked drain or a leaking gutter.....
"I were reight baht that saddle tho', be like sittin' on a razor blade..."
Have any other readers ever pondered this sort of thing before, and if not why?
tags,
Sidebottom, family crest,
tattoo, Lancashire, house of names

This Rat's Race is Run

After a couple of weeks of 'Non-Blogging' I had started to think that living here in the upper-outer nether regions of Inverness was starting to become a bit of a bore. After having a week or so holiday from the usual wake up - get up - go to work - switch off brain - don't look at clock - finish work - go home - start to have life again (all this excitement everyday... and still remembering to breathe!!!), tonight I was given a sign from the GOD OF BLOG himself.
Whilst walking to the shop at the top of my estate I followed my usual quick route of cutting through the houses to the main road and on as quickly as possible. Anyhow as I get into the cul-de-sac before the main road I crossed the grass to the pavement and did a double take to see if I had really seen the now flattened body of a rat on the road. So as not to draw attention to myself taking a photo with my phone camera I took the picture whilst walking and oddly enough caught my left foot in the side of the photo (which now gives the size ratio etc of the recent vermin roadkill).
I'm glad it got wasted 'cos Roland Rat was a bastard aswell.

C'mon the Pied Piper of Culloden!!!


tags,
Inverness, vermin,
roadkill, Roland Rat

Holidays In The Sun

Here's a quick note to keep upto date whilst I'm on holiday.
After leaving Inverness early Saturday morning leaving behind the usual blizzard conditions of spring, the weather on arriving at Sheffield in the afternoon was a decent warm sun. As the day went on the weather changed to rain but didn't really dampen the spirits. Sunday lunchtime the rain had turned to sleet and by the mid afternoon it was snowing and the scenes outside were of christmas card fame.

The evening was spent frequenting the Ale Houses of my old stomping ground of Hoyland where I was greeted with many comments of the like..."I'll bet it's just like being at home up there with all this snow" and "Tha can 'tek this f**kin shitey weather back wi thi' anole!" etc, etc.
I took the photo on Monday from my parents front garden looking over towards Wentworth (with Rotherham and Sheffield on the horizon) after another inclement day of weather, unfortunately the crock of gold had already been taken and I suspect that it is on it's way as I type to Cromarty to be buried in a Pirates Graveyard (next to the Elephants Graveyard!!!). nb. see Old Shredded Wheat head for map etc...

tags,
Sheffield, Hoyland, Wentworth,
Cromarty, Pirate's Graveyard

All Hail the Tree

As promised to Paul the Undefeated King of the Pirate Graveyard, here is a picture I took a couple of weeks back to satisfy his latest fetish for trees. Personally I can't see the "Buzz" he gets from spraying like a tomcat on heat against every tree he takes a photo of just to let other "tree-ists? (& followers of the all mighty religion of Treeism) " know that he's been there, rubbed there and got the chaffing to prove it...


Trolleys Down Boys!

tags,
Pirate Graveyard, fetish, tomcat,
homicidal, autosuggestions

New York Hack

A Great read this site. The latest post is a cracker!!!
You've got to check this Blog!!!

New York Hack

The Fish Won't Wait!!!: T.V. TEARS - THE NATION'S DRUG OF CHOICE

The Fish Won't Wait!!!: T.V. TEARS - THE NATION'S DRUG OF CHOICE

Beware of Gypsie's offering to Tarmac your Drive.

I see that the excavation and uber donkey work is still carrying on over the water at Paul's settlement (somewhere up the A9 near Tore).
One of reverberation's intrepid photographer's managed to get a picture of the somewhat devastion being caused by this "Amateur Monty Don" in his efforts to retrieve a penny he dropped sometime last month, whilst in the throws of the ancient Highland Ritual of "Tree Worship". Which according to our sources requires the 'Elder' of the 'Flaming Church of Tree Worship and All Entism' to cavort naked but for a pair of Farm & Domestos Storer's Green Wellies, wielding a Skye Nipper Valve in one hand and a Shredded Wheat biscuit (fashioned into a fairly passable wig) in the other chanting "MINCE, MINCE, MINCE...".

Nearby residents were quoted as saying...

Angus McCoartup: Said "Aye, I wish old Gregg was here, then we could all get back to normal again..."

Scratch MaBawls: Said "Bring back Take the High Road, 'my maw' loved it..."

Plow MaFurrow: Said "A'm just happy tay b able tay speek prowper, d'ya Ken"
tags,
reverberation, homicidal,
domestos, mince, autosuggestion.