FAIL house

Seeing any problems with this house? Look carefully now... Are you seeing a door that leads to a sudden lesson in gravity and the promise of broken bones and/or death?? This house is just 10 mins sloow walk from our mom's house - aren't we lucky to be living so close to a FAILblog winner???

Stupid Bird (Frooples in Trinidad Part 1)

So sorry folks, for neglecting the blog.

Surely you can understand how busy Froopert and I would be, gathering material for the blog together!

I don't want to jump the gun (is that really the expression?) so I will begin with an anecdote that included myself only, in transit to Trinidad.

I had to take a plane from Bucharest (well, Otopeni, really) to London Heathrow and then a bus from Heathrow to Gatwick and then a taxi from Gatwick to Crawley to my hotel.

After overnight-ing in Crawley, I took a taxi to Gatwick, a plane to Barbados and then another plane to Trinidad.

(Usualy I just sit and wait in the plane in B'dos and then move on to T'dad, but this time, due to the madness that Carnival causes, I had to fetch me suitcase and walk from arrivals to depatures and check in again etc.)

Anyhoooo,

I stayed in an old coaching Inn in Crawley, I love history and was willing to forego the use of an elevator to sleep in a room that was steeped in history and also steeped in the filth that generations of use would ensure... (The room was refurbished and clean, don't worry, anyhow, I've had all my shots :P)

At 1am (after going to bed at 12am which was 2am according to my body clock) I was wak'd by the sound of drunk people hurtling down the wooden creaky corridor. I wasn't too bothered because I always find when I stay in a hotel in the UK that I'm woken by drunk people running through the corridors in the dead of night.

So rolled over and went back to sleep.

After what seemed like a few short minutes of blissful slumber, I was jolted awake and sat up in bed with the most terror-stricken face I could produce.

A bird was singing!!!!!!

OMG!! It's morning and I missed my flight!!

When I gathered my wits about me and looked at the clock it was 2am.

2am ?!?!!!

Now I know of the saying "The early bird catches the worm" but what was this bird out to get, a MACAJUEL??

2am? *sigh*

Of course I couldn't get back to sleep after that.

P.S. That's Pooh and Bee frolicking on the comfy albeit small bed in the hotel room.

Awaiting A Froop

This is Froopert speaking...

I am currently awaiting a particular Froop. The Froop in question is scheduled to arrive at approximately 19:35hrs on Sunday.


This Froop (me) is getting rather impatient for the arrival of the other Froop (Frooples). Perhaps some Zantac is in order... Or maybe a Gin and Tonic.

Froopert

Froopert: "I am the farmer! "

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What happens when two Froops meet?

Well, You would find out as soon as we meet.

I plan on going to Trinidad and Tobago this Sunday!
Yay!
I'll be leaving home Saturday and overnight-ing
in London and then hop a plane
(like "hop a drop" not hop ON a plane) to
Barbados and switch planes and fly to T&T.
(I won't be actually flying the plane - I'll be too tired)

I'm going to get me passport replaced with a
new CARICOM one the region is harassing the
populace to use. It will not improve my life in anyway,
we will all still have to go through the long,
embarrassing and expensive process
of begging for visas to other countries.
Even if we have no intention of hiding and living
in a country that's sometimes worse off than T&T!

Anyhoo, my other, more important reason for
going to T&T is for Carnival!
I didn't experience Carnival for 5 yrs and as a
Trini, that's very, very bad for health.
Romania doesn't allow for much winin' dong!

If you want to hear some Soca music - specially
designed for winin' and partying C'bean style, go stalk this person.
This year's Carnival is on the 23rd and 24th of February.
If you're looking for tickets to get to T&T now, don't bother.
There are no more seats on ANYTHING available!!
Oh wait, when I checked on Tuesday, there
was one business class seat still up for grabs...

So, I'll be busy packing tomorrow, and busy
in transit on Saturday and Sunday. Let's see if Froopert
will have anything to say to us in the interim...

Frooples

Froopert, the depressed...

I am thoroughly depressed at not being successful on my fishing expedition. I want to just cover my head in shame.

Stumblin' down the memory trail.

A few days ago, we all ambled down the memory lane of animal bites.
If you feel like re-ambling, do it here.
I was so pleased to see that many of our cherished readers, opened up and
told us a little bit about their past.
It was very heartwarming, to be sure.

Today I want to reminisce about burns.
I don't really have a good burn story, so I will have to reminisce about your burn story.

So, please regale us with your past experiences!
Photographic accompaniment will be most welcome!

Frooples

Important Anouncement

On behalf of Earl the Whittler, I hereby announce that due to the severity and degree of difficulty which Earl encountered while preparing a set of mastication devices for a certain "Ratnesh's Mother", he will not be able to fill any orders until further notice.

Please be advised that we will update you as soon as Earl has informed us that he has resumed taking and filling orders.

Thank you in advance for your continued support and consideration.

Froopert

I cannot Fish :-(

This is Froopert. I hope you all did not miss me too much. I went to Tobago to peruse a job opportunity. I am sure that Frooples has already enlightened you on this. It seems however, that I am not fisherman material. Sadly, I was not accepted by the smelly, stink, missing teeth old men who made up the team. I was told that my fishing , crabbing and pacro-picking skills were not up to par and I would not be considered for the position. They did promise however, to keep my application on file in case there are any other openings in the next six months.

It seems I am still unemployed. I did learn valuable skills that will surely benefit me in my life as a whole so don't feel too sorry for me. I learnt how to light a fire with two stones, even if they are wet, how to turn my own urine into drinking water and how to show a woman in a very disrespectful manner, that you think she has a sweet arse.

So, ladies and gents, I have returned. Please feel free to greet me in disrespectful ways since I am now equipped to respond in a like manner.

VAGUE Magazine!

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This is me on VAGUE magazine.

I really enjoy this type of thing, maybe because I'm shallow and brainless.

When Froopert comes back from her fisherman course, I'll ask her to make one of herself.

I hope you all had a great weekend and are well rested for work tomorrow.

(It's 8:15pm here, that's why I'm talking as if the weekend is over - because, for us, it IS!)

Taa.

Frooples