No, that's "the winter of our discontent".
The "winter of discontent" refers to the strikes and high inflation of the winter of Nottingham Forest's glorious first European Cup.
If you talk about the wither of discontent, most knowledgeable people would know you're talking about the happy days. But talk about the winter if our discontent and they'll think you're going to bang on about literature. Clearly two different phrases.
Shakespeare was a cunt.
I believe he was prohibited from entering pubs.
Took me a while...
In less highbrow news we have a wasp nest at work. I sort advice from 3 different people and all of them poo-pooed my idea of filling it with expanding foam. Rather than seek a 4th opinion I've decided to fill it with expanding foam. Unfortunately not all the wasps were at home at the time so there are currently about 40 wasps outside our front door going apeshit. This is not ideally for passing trade.
'If I be waspish, best beware my sting'.
In angry wasp news, I trapped one beneath the concave base of a pint glass the other day. It wasn’t pleased. Later, I did wonder what happened when the glass was picked up. Nothing on the news so far though.
That's enough Aristotle jokes for one day, Rave. Thank you.
Wasp latest: I think they are eating the expanding foam, or at least found a way round it, so I've decided to up my game and got 2 cans of contact adhesive to learn them with.
In years to come scientists will trace back the great wasp takeover of the world to this day.
It'll certainly give those Russians somat to think about.
4th of July yesterday. Clearly people know that a resident of this household has British Citizenship as the feral denizens descended onto our street corner and let off a monstrous amount of munitions into the air. Two neighbours houses were hit by flying objects and ours was shrouded by smoke and an insane amount of firework explosions. We were across the street watching from a fourth story balcony with our neighbours. If I had been home and this had kicked off without me figuring what the fuck was going on it could have got nasty.
Bizarrely after the chaos that reigned down on our neighbourhood the chaos (Latinos of course) used a Broom to sweep up the debris off the road. Then the next street went up and on and on all night. With Mexican brass torture music blaring from all directions. No American celebration songs in site. That would have made it more tolerable. My exact neighbours are American polish/serbian. Black and Irish. Black family and nutty Mexicans next to us. These were new people who wandered into the area and mayhem ensued. A new family has moved in across the street and three doors up and I am guessing they hired these fellows. Their party last week had our house shaking for hours when we were trying to watch the Zeppelin documentary. The area has zero violent or stealing crime but when it comes to noise at times (it can be incredibly quiet during the day) crimes against humanity can be measured in the top percentile.
Top entertainment in one way. High anxiety in another because this was new and I wasn’t sure whether I should try and break it up. The police on the 4th are on holiday. Just way too many explosions to deal with.
Chicago: Reupping our Home insurance.
Little Miss BW's annual dance show this weekend. One of the younger groups was doing a number to Hey Baby.
Given it was at a Derby theatre, I'm pretty sure I would have been the only one in the audience with the Harry Toffolo song in my head.
Business idea: making hiking / trail shoes that actually look good. I just went shopping for some and they are all fucking grotesque.
No point, no market for them...it's only a very small niche of idiots that are looking for fashion hiking boots.
In actual mundane news, took a very much not working lawnmower to bits, and reassembled it into a very much working form. Feel like this qualifies me as a motor sportist of some kind.
I didn't say anything about fashion, I said shoes that actually look good. They are universally hideous, I'm fairly sure that hiking and caring about one's appearance aren't mutually exclusive things.
