YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS BUT...
... but DDC has given up on the idea of saving up for and buying a car:I'm just not sure I can make it pay, i.e. buy a car here, ship to the uk and sell after the tax watershed. I have added up the various variables and costs and taken them away from the difference between the prices in both countries and been left with not a great deal for my pains.
And in a completely unrelated, though geographically close, decision I have purchased a pair of boots and bindings for my snowboard. Now, my boardwear is good, my boots are baddass and my bindings no longer make cracking noises as I land my jumps. My board, however, is a different matter. It is not that far removed from a Roumanian orphanage floorboard. That's fine because I'm experimenting and falling off stuff a lot at the moment.
From falling off to falling out: I nearly got into a fight on Saturday when some guy slewed his board in front of me under the rope of the queue leading to the lift. Some phrases can transcend mere language and the guy, definitely a non-English speaker, caught my drift when I spoke the words, "What do you think you're doing, ou incredible fucking twat?" He squared-up quick smart, and squared back down fairly quickly when he saw the murder in my eyes.
When i mentioned this to another boarding buddy, he said he'd been pretty riled-up to, which came as a shock because he's generally much calmer than me. It emerged that he'd lost a turn avoiding beginners and ended-up stuck in a hollow. Then, just when he had got going again a dog jumped out from behind a tree and scared the shit out of him. Not what you need when you are finely balanced on a plank hurtling down a hill. Once he was back up again the dog started chasing him down the hill.
I could see his point, bearing in mind my speciality and the nature of the snowboard: It is basically a wooden butter-knife with a sharp metal rim. Ah well, there goes the chance for another cryptic post.
Edit:
I forgot to mention the best part. The second time he found he dog he had to maintain his honour with a snowball barrage. After that he slid off to make a jump and found his hands full of yellow snow.
Excreted by Mrs DC @ 5:28 PM
7 Comments:
Cryptic post be sodomised! That dog's a fucking legend. "Prankster Dog: better and more hilarious than previously available. Now with self-entertainment features. Requires nada batteries but plenty of lubricants. Will amuse for hours." - TM Andy Kaufman
That murderous look: does it come in different shades of red? If so, I'll trade coz I'm getting tired of my purple one.
Before I go back I want to hear the phrase 'Oi! I'll 'ave you' from you. We'll get shitfaced and then we'll drink and I can do Alf Stewart lines if you really want me to. Go on, say you do.
Actually, the dog story gets better - see the edit to follow
Heh heh. Good dog!
Guess you must have seen the flying tomato in action doing his thang by now.
er, I don't understand....
Olympic snowboarding maestro 'the flying tomato'. Sean somebody-or-other.
Thought you would have been avidly following the event.
Nah - the coverage over here is all the local boys and girls, often repeated when other live events are happening that have no locals. The TV here sucks like a factory full of Dysons.
Good call on the snowboard purchasing plan and telling that guy where to shove it.
English is a wonderfully versatile language, I knew someone who moved to Toulouse in the South of France. He's method of driving across town was to wind his window down and scream English obscenities. It worked like a treat!
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