As a special treat for the festive season, Jamie and friends took themselves, and therefore me, off on a mini adventure looking for humorous place names in Dorset.
The first visit was to the aptly named Shitterton.
Now, personally, if I lived in Shitterton, I would try to draw as little attention to it as possible, I would most definitely not choose Shitterton Farm House, Shitterton as my adress.
I did however appreciate the person who had tried to soften the blow, realising that Shitterton was not the best address to have, they went with 13 Pooh Corner for the house number and name, definitely distracting you somewhat from the name of the hamlet.
We took a short jaunt round the corner to Butt Lane, immature but amusing, before jetting off to the delightfully named Piddlehinton.
Now, I didn’t think it could get any better than this but we soon found ourselves at…wait for it…Cocklands.
No, not a nightclub in Brighton, Cocklands is a street name somewhere in Dorset.
I’d love to give you directions, but we just taking random turns at this point and i’ve not the first clue where we were.
So there you have it folks, when you’d had enough of I’m A Big Celebrity Brother Of A Pop Factor Idol and your significant other is causing that delightful “I just want to beat you with a shovel” feeling in the pit of your stomach, just hop in the car and head to Shitterton.
You will feel infinitely cheered.
P.S – If anyone is visiting this site having found one of the many cards we posted on village noticeboards throughout Dorset today, many thanks for coming along to hear me ripping into the name of your happy home village, why not drop us a very likely to be abusive comment.
P.P.S – Just in case anyone doubts that the existence of the humorously named villages and streets above, more pictures to follow shortly, guaranteed edit free.
So, has anyone seen the advert on the tv which tells you what to do when someone is having a stroke?
They advise you of the symptoms to be wary of and give you some very helpful advice.
Of course, you’d like to think someone would call an ambulance for you when A GIANT BURNING HOLE APPEARS IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR HEAD!!!!!
I mean, what the hell?
Never mind the fact that the only advice they give is, essentially, if someone has a stroke you should call 999.
WOW! I never would have guessed, thank you so much for your help, I probably would have just shipped them off to the dentists or perhaps called for a pizza!
As I am, sadly, a voice in Jamie’s head, I am damned to travel wherever he does.
Today, he went to Tesco’s, a terrifying prospect at the best of times.
As we barged through the pre-Christmas shopping crowds, elbowing some blue-haired old biddy’s who were ooohing over the Werther’s Original display, I noticed that the staff were not wearing their usual mindless drone costumes.
They were, in fact, dressed as pirates.
They’re raising money for some charity or another, i’m sure it’s a worthy cause so I decided to join in the fun.
The trouble I took to rig up a mast, tie one of the staff to it and lash them with a cat ‘o nine tails was, I fear, not appreciated…
Jamie McLellan, owner of this blog, will not in fact be posting here.
He’s leaving that up to me, Al Vimh, his alter-ego, although in all fairness I prefer to think of Jamie as the annoying voice in the back of MY mind.
Several years ago, feeling a little guilty about the often cruel and uncharitable thoughts which ran through his mind, Jamie was amazed to find a voice rising unbidden from the darkest recesses of his psyche.
That voice was me, then unnamed and new to the world, but already bitter and twisted beyond all reason.
Rather than seek psychiatric aid, Jamie decided to name me and put me to work.
My name, Al Vimh, stands for Angry Little Voice In My Head, clever no?
From that day on, Jamie has been happy to sit back and watch the world roll by, knowing full well that anything he find’s irritating will be ripped to shreds by me, leaving him entirely guilt free.
You know, sometimes I think he’s a real bastard…
So, here we are, finally an outlet for the never ending stream of bile which spews forth from my lips.
I hope you all have a real good time here and visit often, truly I do.
Al Vimh out.