Not blogged for a little while now, mainly due to the fact that i haven't had the motivation. However, hopefully in the next few weeks i'll find the time to do some writing and get it up for you all (or if anyone even reads this) to have a look at and let me know what you all think. That sounds dreadfully hopeful, but hey, what's the point on being negative?
UFM.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tooth Fairy Wherabouts Discovered!
Well it's official! I have actually discovered the whereabouts as to where the elusive Tooth Fairy takes everyones teeth. She (or he perhaps, the gender is still uncertain although popular culture tends to point towards the feminine side of things) resides or at least conducts her business from a small shop ironically called 'The Tooth Fairy' on Bridge Street in Dunfermline in Fife, East Scotland.
Not much is known about the shop except for that it now dispells any previous myths that the Tooth Fairy actually lodged inbetween Death and Mother Nature in Never Never Land... The white stuff you can see in the window is not actually 'white wash' commonly used in closed down buildings, but it is actually fairy dust, which isn't actually dusty at all, but resembles more of a cloud like texture and appearance.
It is not known why the Tooth Fairy chose Dunfermline to conduct her official business from, but we have it on good authority that it was definitely not because of the lingerie shop, 'Sexy Little Numbers' being next door.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Why Grandparents shouldn't be allowed to shop for Grandchildren's presents...
The other day at work i happened to be walking the shop floor checking on customers when i overheard a conversation between three elderly customers, two female and one male. Now obviously i never caught their names so for the purposes of this blog and to avoid stereotyping elderly folks we shall call them Maggie, Betty and Jim...
I am assuming they were shopping for a grandchild's birthday present, presumably a boy, and the conversation between them went something like this...
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae ken what to get the wee wan, i'm nae good at this.'
Betty: 'Why don't you get him a book?'
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae hink he reads.'
***At this point i was wondering why they had even came into a bookshop, but hey ho, everyone to their own... They might even of had dementia for all i know.***
Betty (pointing towards the Nintendo DS stand): 'Why don't you get him a computer game?'
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae ken if he has the internet or no.'
Betty: 'Jim! Has the wee wan got the internet?'
***Yes, i was wondering what the internet had to do with playing a Nintendo DS game too, but it was about to get better...***
Jim: 'Aye, ah think so.'
Betty: 'Aye see. he's got the internet, get him one of those Nintendo games for his Playstation, he'll like that!'
***Ehh, i somehow think he won't... Sometimes i fear for the the youth these days as they wake up on Christmas morning to the presents their grandparents have bought them, knowing fine well they won't be right at all and knowing fine well that the receipt will already be more than halfway to a rubbish mound or will already be being recycled into office paper... Kids, just get your grandparents to your house a few weeks before Christmas or your birthday, show them exactly what you want on the internet, then enter the credit card details yourself... Painless.***
I am assuming they were shopping for a grandchild's birthday present, presumably a boy, and the conversation between them went something like this...
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae ken what to get the wee wan, i'm nae good at this.'
Betty: 'Why don't you get him a book?'
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae hink he reads.'
***At this point i was wondering why they had even came into a bookshop, but hey ho, everyone to their own... They might even of had dementia for all i know.***
Betty (pointing towards the Nintendo DS stand): 'Why don't you get him a computer game?'
Maggie: 'Ah dinnae ken if he has the internet or no.'
Betty: 'Jim! Has the wee wan got the internet?'
***Yes, i was wondering what the internet had to do with playing a Nintendo DS game too, but it was about to get better...***
Jim: 'Aye, ah think so.'
Betty: 'Aye see. he's got the internet, get him one of those Nintendo games for his Playstation, he'll like that!'
***Ehh, i somehow think he won't... Sometimes i fear for the the youth these days as they wake up on Christmas morning to the presents their grandparents have bought them, knowing fine well they won't be right at all and knowing fine well that the receipt will already be more than halfway to a rubbish mound or will already be being recycled into office paper... Kids, just get your grandparents to your house a few weeks before Christmas or your birthday, show them exactly what you want on the internet, then enter the credit card details yourself... Painless.***
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