When everything starts going wrong
The kitchen oven was first. An element or something has gone which means it takes twice as long to cook anything. Then my printer stopped printing in colour, and despite frequent cleaning and replacing with manufacturer’s cartridges the problem hasn’t gone away. (It’s about one month out of warranty, of course). The next day my flat screen monitor gave up the ghost. OK, that was about ten years old, so what can you expect? But I’m currently using an old backup CRT monitor which has reduced my desk-space by about 90 percent. I’d forgotten what monsters these things are! All of the above will, no doubt, have to be replaced since cost-of-repair will prove prohibitive.
But then came the killer. Bruised, Battered and Sore best describes how I felt having taken my car down to the garage for its MOT, and was told a little later that I would have to spend nearly a Grand to get it through the test. Brakes, (front and back), something called a coil spring, gaskets, seals and other “stuff” needed attention. Seems I’m going to have to bite the big-end and have the work done.
Later in the day, and feeling the need to vent my spleen, I forced myself to think up a gag, and I came up with this one.
Very therapeutic this cartooning lark! It made me feel a lot better.
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Things you wouldn’t show your mother.
I feel moderately safe in the knowledge that my mother won’t be reading this. For a start, she neither owns a computer nor has the first clue about using one - which helps. Plus, she is ninety-two and her eye-sight’s not what it used to be. But what’s slightly worrying is that she’s still got all her marbles, apart from the occasional geriatric moment, and does cryptic crosswords every day, solving anagrams and hidden clues as well as the rest of us. Nevertheless, it would take some fiendish sadistic swine to point her in the direction of her son’s outpourings on this blog.
Which brings us to ……… what exactly wouldn’t I show my mother?
This excellent cartoon by Lyn Davies, the winning entry in this week’s caption competition on the forum of the Cartoonists Club of Great Britain is a case in point….
( www.lyndavies.blogspot.com and www.cartoonists.co.uk/lyndavies )
There’s a certain irony in this. My Mum’s favourite TV programme happens to be Countdown, and yet she wouldn’t understand the cartoon. She’d see the word titwank and think it was some obscure endangered species of birdlife, bless her. So, on reflection, I probably could show her this cartoon after all.
Just for the record, her second favourite programme is the quiz show presented by that irritating Robinson woman who makes my ears bleed every time she opens her mouth.
My own entry to this week’s competition was a bit disappointing really, and only attracted a few votes. All the same, I had splendid fun drawing those chaps laughing, and playing around with different expressions of mirth.
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