Those of you with a good memory will recall I once promised to build a certain medieval seige weapon in my living room. I finally did it, thanks to the lovely T who bought me a build-your-own Trebuchet kit for Xmas. No, it’s not cheating. It took me ooooo, at least 6 hours to put it all together today. Alright, so much of that was spent watching the IT Crowd on 4OD whilst waiting for various glued sections to dry but I did it AND I didn’t even glue my fingers together! W00t! The jolly thing is that the kit came with enough black and white modelling clay to make a small cow to use for ammunition. Shame I rolled it all into a big ball and got black stains on my hands that won’t wash off.

Just as soon as I can work out the correct amount of five-penny bits required to provide appropriate balance*, I’ll post a little vid of a miniature castle being destroyed. I suppose I could build one out of off-cuts from the cupboard-under-the-stairs that I’m also making at the moment. Just picture the thrilling based-on-true-fcat fillum of my heroic experiences: King Omally The First and the MDF Castle of Terror. Anyone up for playing the lead role? No? I suppose there’s no-one handsome dashing imbecilic enough to step up to the plate.

Until I get around to the vid, you can amuse yourselves by playing with your own.

‹See? Domestication doesn’t have to be painful y’know.›

*Currently I can only get dollops of plasticene into the cats food-bowl from about a foot away.

This isn’t in the least bit clean, but it is jolly funny

Look for Cassetteboy on boobtube. Plenty more examples there. The David Attenborough one is especially good.

‹Has hurty ribs from laughing›

Y’know, I’ve been thinking that on a much more regular basis over the last year. Here are some reasons why:

We had lots of kittens, but now we’ve sold them to an Albanian Cat-Juggler.

I have an ace job. Alright, so it’s part-time, but there are not many jobs where one gets sepcial heating installed…

… plenty of opportunity for playing Spot The Weasel (no, Henners, not hide the Weasel)…

…AND I recently got promoted!

Alright, so the sign is actually on the toilet door but it’s a step in the right direction, at least.

One of our cats is working hard to provide festive cheer. Look, he even has a REAL white beard:

And finally, the most wonderful woman in the whole world ever bought me meccano for my birthday, (along with a top-notch mp3 player!) thus proving she knows me far too well, although she was good enough to feign surprise when I immediately started organising the meccano parts in groups and read the instructions instead of eating my dinner:

See if you can guess what I’m building here:

Look, it’s a digger, OK? Tchoh.

Yes. Life is Good.

‹Has a couple of loose screws left over. Oh HA ha. I spose you think that’s funny, don’t you? Hmmm?›