Gas Bill
The bill for gassing, that is. The last one for the year.
Because, yes, ‘tis time to remind patrons that this rickety barge, on whose seating your arses rest, is kept afloat by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to help it remain buoyant a while longer, and remain ad-free, there are buttons in the sidebar with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted. For those wishing to express their love regularly, there’s a monthly subscription option top left. And if one-click haste is called for, my PalPay.Me page can be found here. Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link or the search widget top right, or for Amazon US via this link, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
So shop ye. Shop ye like the wind.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last decade and a half, in over 3,000 posts and over 130,000 comments, the reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year-summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate. If you like what you find there… well, there’s lots more of that.
If you can, do take a moment to poke through the discussion threads too. The posts are intended as starting points, not full stops, and the comments are where much of the good stuff is waiting to be found. And do please join in.
As always, thanks for the support, the comments, and the company.
Now share ye links and bicker.
*hits tip jar*
Hopefully that should clear my bar tab. 🙂
Hopefully that should clear my bar tab. 🙂
Bless you, sir. May you be spared the aggravation of duplicate calendar notifications.
Ping!
Ping!
Bless you, madam. May you never regret good deeds.
Done!
Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas.
Bless you. May the snow melt just as you’re running out excuses not to shovel the drive again.
Pinged a little something for your Christmas stocking.
So shop ye. Shop ye like the wind.
*Opens Amazon link. Writes list.*
Pinged a little something for your Christmas stocking.
*Opens Amazon link. Writes list.*
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May your enemy’s favourite pair of shoes develop an irritating squeak.
there’s an orange button below with which to monetise any love.
Can also be done at the place next door, although not as cheaply.
“Truth, justice, freedom, reasonably priced love, and a hard boiled egg.”
Are those things in the jar at the end of the bar eggs?
Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link or the search widget top right, or for Amazon US via this link, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
How small? How can we estimate how well our purchases benefit you?
And how about putting permanent links in the sidebar?
Are those things in the jar at the end of the bar eggs?
They’re eyes – don’t ask whose… Ping!
Are those things in the jar at the end of the bar eggs?
It’s as good a guess as any.
How can we estimate how well our purchases benefit you?
5% of what you pay.
Ping!
Bless you, sir. May your in-laws be a pleasure, not a chore.
I’m thinking of expanding the range of bar food to include hearty home-cooked dinners.
Depending on demand.
or for Amazon US via this link
There is a different link at the top of the right-hand sidebar labeled “For Amazon US use this link”. Problem?
Problem?
Either should be fine.
Depending on demand.
Hmmm. Those depends look a bit, well… used.
Ok, back to breakfast!
Oh, come now.
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be?
Er what the hell is that?
Also ping.
Er what the hell is that?
It’s… party food. Obviously.
Also ping.
Bless you, sir. May every sleep be deep and restorative. None of this half-arsed ‘just dozing’ crap.
Er what the hell is that?
Clearly, it’s good for 10 people, regardless.
*hits amazon linky*
*hits amazon linky*
Bless you. May you never know boredom.
5% of what you pay.
The girlfriend has been making noises about a new Xbox.
Er what the hell is that?
“The English conquered half the world…looking for something better to eat.
It’s… party food. Obviously.
[ Revises post-lockdown travel plans ]
Clearly, it’s good for 10 people, regardless.
Not necessarily for the 10 people who eat it, though.
“… to include hearty home-cooked dinners…”
So, leftovers then – all mixed together and indifferently heated, a la microwave. Every night the same old thing… 🙁
Just remember – depending on length of stay in the refrigerator, of course – if it wasn’t green when it went in the fridge and it is now, it isn’t served to the paying clientele… 😉
The girlfriend has been making noises about a new Xbox.
And you can’t put a price on love, you know. And bless you, sir. May your Sunday afternoon activities be more engaging than sorting out and discarding baggy, expired undergarments.
*hits amazon linky*
So how is the rickety barge doing? Floating high, I trust?
if it wasn’t green when it went in the fridge and it is now…
Sounds almost like a line from The Odd Couple.
I’ve made a couple of purchases these past few days, but I’m not sure if they’ll register. So if you see a KingKong 7131 grill cover, you know they’re still registering purchases. Of course, I did the shopping first, closed the browser, reopened it then used your link, and maybe they don’t like that, but the Zon’s ways are mysterious and ineffable.
So how is the rickety barge doing? Floating high, I trust?
Well, it’s still here, after…
[ Looks at watch. ]
Almost fifteen years.
Since I never did get to the Amazon shopping for myself that I planned to do the last time around, I’ve used that horrid PayPal thingie with all my real info /gulp
I still plan to use the Amazon US link to do my Christmas shopping (and get me a good pair of work boots) in the next week, but here’s a little extra to make up for my slacking last month.
Your blog has been a haven since the new regime took over – even the most deranged art and articles are presented with wit and humor. Your commenters are the most civil (and interesting) bunch I’ve read. This is the first and only blog I’ve ever donated to.
Happy Christmas, David.
Daniel: The girlfriend has been making noises about a new Xbox.
But are the noises along the lines of, “don’t you DARE buy one!” ?
I’ve used that horrid PayPal thingie
Bless you. May you never know the need for a nose-hair trimmer.
[ Strokes beloved PayPal thingie. ]
[ Gives thanks that David isn’t stroking the Red Button. ]
Rule Britannia on a trumpet sounds like a Christmas Carol.
Awww: Cat trying to catch snowflakes.
Consider yourself pinged.
Consider yourself pinged.
Bless you, sir. May the relevant attachment never be structurally overwhelmed by the volume of potatoes and the enthusiasm of your mashing.
#TrueStory
But are the noises along the lines of, “don’t you DARE buy one!” ?
More along the lines of “…so you need an XBox One to play the other Forza Horizon games?”
My Xbox 360 found its way to her place for winter entertainment, and after watching me play Forza Horizon for a bit she asked if she could try.
The minx is now significantly better than me and has 100%ed the first one. Although she still can’t manage the rear-wheel drive muscle cars for sh!t so my masculinity is intact. It amuses me to beat her Lamborghini LP-400 Aventador with an upgraded Mustang Shelby Cobra GT 500.
After seeing the first few minutes of Forza Horizon 2 on my Xbox One X she started making noises.
A small tip in recognition for such an enjoyable establishment.
The girlfriend has been making noises about a new Xbox.
Speaking of games, in Hades’ Star news, the corporation I belong to came seventh, out of hundreds, in the latest red star event. Not too shabby.
A small tip in recognition for such an enjoyable establishment.
Bless you, sir. May you never have a day in which you’re continually out of step with the time-outs of your various laptops, phones, wireless mice, etc.
May the relevant attachment never be structurally overwhelmed by the volume of potatoes and the enthusiasm of your mashing.
I’ve lost more cooking utensils than I like to admit to such enthusiasm. Here’s a little something to help with replacements.
*Ping*
*Ping*
Bless you, sir. Should you own a hamster, may it not embark on a five-year mission to gnaw into pieces your bathroom floor mat and relocate said pieces into its nest as upscale bedding material.
Should you own a hamster, may it not embark on a five-year mission…
James Tiberius Hamster?
James Tiberius Hamster?
Well, it’s certainly bold, given the availability of bedding materials that are supposedly irresistible to hamsters, but which are oddly neglected in favour of my (now bald and rather shabby-looking) John Lewis bath mat. And by my calculations, it would take roughly five years or so for the creature to relocate said mat, or what remains of it, to his nest.
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