Showing posts with label Liberace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liberace. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 May 2021

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 16th May, 2021

16th May, 2021.


Yes: it’s Sunday.

And frankly?

Yes: it means I’ve dug up the big pot, and started boil washing my tea towels.

Well, they need doing … !

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You know, I’m half wishing I’d taken a screenshot!

Remember I had a scam text message, a couple of days ago?   One that — almost — drained all of the credit from my mobile phone.

Well, I had another one, last night.

From — apparently! — Hermes.

Yes, I wish I’d screen shot it: I’d half a mind showing it to you could be a good idea.

Still, telling you I had one seems a sensible idea!

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Friday, 17 May 2019

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 17-5-2019: The Dam Busters

17th May, 2019.


Yes: my nephew, Jude, was over, last night.

And yes: we had pizza, again.

Right now … ?

I’m thinking I have to find a way to persuade my nephew, Jude, that smaller pizzas are a good idea.

I think both of us were stuffed, last night*.

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Oh … 

I’m up early, today.

Because … ?

I actually forgot to go to my regular Work coach meeting!

I forgot to set up the reminder, basically!

I’ve rearranged it for this morning.

Remind me to get my rear in gear, please.

The DWP can get nasty about payments.

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Thursday, 16 May 2019

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 16-5-2019: Liberace

16th May, 2019.


There’s a couple of things, this morning.

One?

I’m now having to break into the longlife milk: as I’ve run out of the regular sort.

Not nice, but it’ll do for now.

Two … ?

I actually had a clean out of some of my cupboards, yesterday.

It’s amazing the amount of crap you build up.

Crap … with pre-war sell by dates!

At any rate … ?

I’m wondering this.

Where did all those cups and saucers come?

And why on Earth do I have a plate with a cheesy 1970s cow on it … ?

A Cheesy Cow Plate

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Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 16-5-2017

So it’s done … 

The last surviving Moors Murderer, Ian Brady, has died in Ashworth Secure Hospital: at the age of 79.

We can honestly say that’s … 

Well … 

Several things.

But frankly?

The man who, with his partner, Myra Hindley, committed some the the most notorious crimes in British history — and there’s few worse than the killing and torture of children — is dead.

Personally?

I’m glad he didn’t die as a result of the palliative care being withdrawn.

It’s taken me a while to come around to the idea of assisted dying: but still don’t support the idea of a death sentence, even for someone like Brady.

Withdrawing that care, for me, would look too much like a death sentence for my comfort.

On the other hand?

His death is still a sad thing.

As he’s gone to his grave … without revealing where he and Hindley hid the body of Keith Bennett, the only victim whose body was never found.

Sad?   Yes.

Keith Bennett’s remaining family now have no hope of finding Keith’s body and giving him a decent burial.

That’s a final cruelty.

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