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Juggling the old finances (and cranking up the knob-gag counter) in times of credit crunch…

Look at that – a kindred spirit outside the Cashpoint “juggling his finances”…

Juggling the old finances in times of credit crunch...

Juggling the old finances in times of credit crunch...

It’s all a matter of keeping your balls in the air (madam) during times of credit crunch, I always say.

But do watch out for being a talentless twonk – cos you ain’t going to earn much standing outside a Cashpoint being a 3 ball juggler…Just ask Simon Cowell (and mind you, don’t fancy me own chances much as a “Clown in a Wheeliebin” either as it goes…Not so much “X Factor” as “Y? Factor” when you think)

Person at Cashpoint:

“Oh I must just bung some of my hard earnt cash on to that highly talented street performer/homeless person or wo’eva, immediately to my left – as a matter of priority – as soon as I get my hands on it…erm, or possibly not…Oh Sod it – I’ll just ignore ‘im”.

Life ey?

(I just hope people will turn up the old “knob-gag counter” in times of hardship: Then my days as a hapless twonk caught in a vortex in an extra large tardis-like Wheeliebin could well be coming to end…)

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John Cleese – there’s room in my Bin for two…

My name’s Stan Trolley – and I’m a Joke-a-holic…
A washed-up clown, caught in a vortex in an extra large Wheeliebin: I seek the Holy Grail of Comedy – only the World’s funniest Joke will finally set me free…

Poor old John Cleese ey?

Acrimonious divorce number three – from the very lovely Alyce Gold-Digger-Burger er, Eichelberger , or wo’eva (actually “Ice-Cold-Burger “ more like – don’t suppose she ever put out much)… Continue reading »

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February 27th: On Quantum Physics, Philosophy & Mime Artists…

So I got out of my bin and went to the pub, and got myself embrolied in a conversation about quantum physics with these two blokes. One was a writer, the other a conductor – of music stupid, not on a bus…

I joined at the point of talking about “proton particles” – as you do -travelling at the speed of light and hurtling towards a planet (or similar obstacle).

And apparently – even though this proton particle chappy I mention might have set off from wherever the fark it came from over a million years ago, it – according to this Bob writer bloke – already knows which way it’s going to travel to get around the object i.e it already knows whether it’s going to hang a left or a right (if you follow? Not sure I do but – anyway – you do the Math – which by the way is possible apparently – though you’ll probably need to take your gloves and socks off for this one, as it’s a right old big head-fuck of a sum).

Any road up the reason for wibbling on about all of this, was that it reminded me of that old hoary chestnut of a Quantum Physics/Philosophical brain teaser:

If you’re travelling, right, in a car, right – nothing too grand or anything – I’m talking about something basic like a Fiat Uno or some such – and you’re travelling at the speed of light (speed cameras and fucked-off police in persuit etc notwithstanding) and then you decide to put the lights on: Would anyone notice?

And then that got me on to thinking about a variation on the other Philosophical brain/head fuck teaser about if a tree was to fall down at dawn in a forest and no-one was around to hear it, would it make a sound?

And the variation on that theme being: If the same tree, right, were to fall down in exactly the same conditions and this time kill a Mime artist: Would anyone care? (I know I certainly wouldn’t)…

Anyway, nice one Bob. Must get pissed more often. Oh yes, and try and smoke something next time too…

Keepin’ it real in an extra large tardis-like Wheeliebin…

Stan Trolley

http://www.stantrolley.com

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January 6th: Waving to the Wattingers…

My bin has gone all surreal on me and has enigmatically “tardissed” itself into the CBBC Night Garden, where I find myself hanging loose with the teenie-tiny Pontipines and waving to the Wattingers.

Marvellous!

Stan T

www.stantrolley.com

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November 25th: I now find myself at the base of Lord Hereford’s Knob…

Lorks a mussy – what the fark’s going on?

It seems my tardis-like bin has now resurfaced itself – at the base of Lord Hereford’s Knob, in Herefordshire…

What are the chances ey? From “Twatt” to “Knob” in 5 days: Must be nearly Christmas or something.

I reckon my wheeliebin has a mind and a sense of humour all of its own…

Send help (or more Cider) – the choice is yours…

Stan T

P.S Note to self: Must remember to “take myself up the Black Mountains” sometime…

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