OMG I Am Charlie Bucket

Thanks to Big T for pointing out something I was actually thinking... in my last post I took the P*** out of Poor Charlie's hairstyle... I now see the error of my ways, as my own hairstyle isn't too disimilar to Charlo's batwing bonce! I thought of this while I was typing the comment last week but the thought was further clarified for me when I woke up at the weekend looking like I could of been Charlie Buckets twin sister, or maybe stand in!! So cheers T... I'm off to get a haircut... or maybe I'll invest in a red polo neck, some grandparents who like to share one bed and a golden ticket, and make a living as a celebrity look-a-like!! What do you mean there's no demand for Charlie Bucket look-a-likes???
Charlie Bucket Proudly displays his "Golden" Ticket!

xxMurphxx

OMG it's Charlie Bucket!!

Yes it is the original Charlie Bucket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! You may think by looking at him he's a train driver or Santas Elf but he's actually a large animal vet in Lowville, N.Y. He kind of looks like he's been living in Tir Na nÓg, for those of you not in the know that would be The Land of Eternal Youth, but pasted on a musher to try and look older. I'm on to you Pete... and I want in!! Supposedly he turned down a three movie deal after the 1971 movie and used to be so embarrassed about it all he told people it was his brother in the movie!

With that haircut Pete... I would of done the same!!

Is it very valuable del??

We've all been in this situation, you're either helping out or moving your own pieces of equipment, the stuff is heavy and pretty fragile, you have a stairs to climb and all of a sudden one random thought from one of the best tv series ever made pops into your head, and that's the end of it...

... Why is it we always get the giggles and can only think the funniest thoughts at the most inopportune times? Walking through Mahon Point last week when all of a sudden Moe from the Simpsons calling Marge- Midge popped into my head and I was off, beaming like a half head and giggling like a twit to myself. I eventually had to pull out my phone and look like I was reading a text to save myself from the strange and concerned looks I was getting, it was no doubt only a matter of time before some young wan with 'tude was gonna take exception to me smiling (God forbid) and stride up to ask me "wa u laffin aaaaa"!! Ya wouldn't get it love!!


xMurphxx

Move em out!

This past week has been spent hauling countless boxes and bags to my new gaff! and what a dose!! Seriously, next time I am definitely gonna hire one of those companies that come and pack up for you and move everything out, I don't care how much they cost, because nothing is worth this hassle! I've already thrown out about 6 bags of clothes- to the recycling bay obviously-hopefully there was nobody inside in it at the time (reference to the movie "pavee lackeen"). There was about 10 bags of other crap went out too and I still can't find a place for everything! So i'm on a mission to downsize my life completely. I am being pretty ruthless it has to be said, throwing away things people gave to me that usually i would of held onto for sentimental reasons... but there's no room for sentimentality in a 2 bedroom apartment. My aim is, when it comes time to move on again, to be able to fit everything into a handkerchief, sling it over my shoulder and be on my merry way!! Wish me luck!!

xxMurphxx

"Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young"!

In 1997 the Chicago Tribune published this inspiring column written by Mary Schmich, look familiar??:

"Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a
Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt".

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.
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Here's how you probably know it best:


So what are ya waiting for, get writing your speech...you never know it might inspire millions of people and make ya lots of money, or maybe it won't, either way, it'll be fun to do!!

xxMurphxx

"Oh No The Bridge is Gone..."

We were talking about old adverts a couple of weeks ago on the show, can't believe I didn't think of this one...all together now... "The Red Car and the Blue Car had a race..."

Respect to the Banjo solo in the middle of that!
And what about this freaky ass ad, I remember it and it scares me today as much as it did all those years ago...

...which disturbed employee came up with this ad, I can only presume he had a grudge against the company!!

xxMurphxx

"San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me"

Hello Friends...
Watched a great documentary last night Louis Theroux: Behind Bars,BBC journo Louis Theroux explored the notorious San Quentin Prison and spoke to it's guards and inmates. It was weird to see how people adjust to life behind bars and what becomes normal to them. One of the prisoners who was handed a sentence of over 500 years (yup 500) admitted, he just can't allow himself to think of what is going on in the outside world or he would go mad (some might say he's that already for the crimes he's committed). He even went so far as to delude himself into thinking he has it good because he will be taken care of for the rest of his life, never having to worry about work or bills, now that's losing touch with reality!

As Johnny Cash described it... a living hell!
Great show to watch... from the comfort of your own home!

xxMurphxx