Having had my sporadic trips to the gym over the last couple of years curtailed by the lock-down, I went and splashed out on a rowing machine and have turned the basement into a home gym

Major downside to that was cleaning out at least three decades worth of dust- even a CV cough had nothing on mine after that.  Still, at least people let me jump the queue at the supermarket   

The hope is that having splashed out a load of cash I can guilt trip my own fat lazy arse into actually making use of it, and not being able to go anywhere for a few weeks gives me an ideal opportunity to get into a bit of a routine.

Anyone else started doing something new that might last beyond the next few weeks?

BTW - I'd highly recommend trying out one of the PE with Joe sessions on YouTube to find out just how out of shape you are!  Half an hour of sheer fucking torture.

Just about to be told to stay home for 3 months, hiding in my bunker. Only got a couple of days to stock up. Need advice, what should I get?  Obviously toilet paper, paracetamol and hand sanitizer, but what else will I need?  Thinking lamp oil, batteries, solar charger, water purification kit, ammo, barbed wire and a shovel to dig trenches and/or bury any zombies that try to get in. Anything else?

Got plenty of whisky, anyone wants to join me, bring proof you are not unclean and maybe beer.

...Happy holidays!

Lets reboot this place and get some more..

Strap in folks.  The Democrat controlled House will impeach, the Republican controlled Senate will acquit, and Trump will get re-elected because the GOP base will have been galvanized (barring something more than this Ukraine stuff).

What a walking omnifuck this tool is...

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/po...17696.html

Lots of the old faces...Result

Oh to find rasta

This is a pretty touchy subject for me.  I was homeless for about three years.  I have in-laws that are livid that people have the audacity to be destitute.  I see it all the time.  People seem to think being homeless is a joyful free ride.  Like every person shedding their dignity to ask for food is secretly living some Tom Sawyer adventure when no one is looking.

It's a life of fear, anger and discomfort.  The only way out is pure luck.  I got lucky.  The only thing that separates me from anyone else on the street is random chance.  I bumped in to a friend of a friend who knew about a party where I charmed the heck out of everyone (because let's face it, I'm charming as all hell.)  The guys throwing the party let me crash on the couch and use their phone number to look for a job.  Got a part time job at a store down the street.   I managed to scrounge up some clean clothes until my first paycheck. Bought more at a thrift store.  Started chipping in on rent and slowly worked my way back up to the land of the living.

It doesn't work that way for most.  You lose your job (laid off, fired, downsized... whatever) and you can't pay rent or mortgage.  Eventually you lose your home.  Then you've got no way to get a job.  No address or phone number for a potential employer to contact you at.  You're stuck.  For most people that's the end of the line.  It doesn't get better.  It's not because you're lazy.  It's not because you're care-free.  It's because random chance screwed you over and now America hates you for it.

...18 years. Bonkers it’s been so long. Seems like yesterday when I first went on the original BBC board. 

And each year I recognize this world and my country less and less. On one hand I feel like an old man yelling at a cloud. On the other hand, I’m just resigned to our every growing idiocy. I used to be naively optimistic then and it’s just been slowly squashed out of me.

I tracked you folks down at last.  

Nyah Ha Ha!!!