Thanks to Tom for finding this stream of semi-consciousness in the “What are your Motown memories?” thread.
I have just found a Motown Album which I’m putting on tape for a party, well SOME of it….I also love r’n'r but talking about Motown now – I love the Same Old Song….that’s just one and I can’t help myself, that’s two, but there are loads and loads and loads and as long as we have it on record or cd, it will never go away, – amazing stuff. If you have it in your home you can play it and play it as many times………………
IllustriousFrisby
Catherine Cave, Milton Keynes, United Kingdom
I wonder if Catherine has mistaken HYS for “Twitter”? She seems, like everyone on Twitter, to have grossly overestimated the intersection between these two sets:
- The set of people you imagine to be interested in how many boring shits you had today
- The set of people who are not shit, boring or imaginary
Tom also found this one…
Sales! I have £10 left from last week and that is going towards a bill tomorrow; minced beef and mash today, have to conserve the money; it will all be needed, all £15 of it! Don’t need anything from Sales anyway, will make do with the clothes I have had all year and the year before that….by the way I am retired and have about £12 left from last week so no, definitely will not be visiting the Sales.
IllustriousFrisby
Catherine Cave, Milton Keynes, United Kingdom
… and now I’m starting to wonder if someone gave her the address of HYS and a letter that read:
Dear Catherine,
I’m changing to a new-fangled communication device that you wouldn’t understand. If you want to communicate with me, instead of popping in 15 times a day to tell me how much your fingernails have grown since we last spoke, you can simply type all your messages into the box on this website! Then I can read them and keep up to date with all your news! Brilliant!
Yours Sincerely,
Mum
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I will bet a pound that she’s actually a Markov chain.
Just not with you.
More nudges, less punches – that’s what’s needed.
However, with all this nudging, pointing and smiling, it seems like there’s no need for speaking at all, whether it’s the Queen’s English or Sootyistani or whatever they speak over there.
I think my brain melted
Oh dear, I feel a bit sad reading this one. I think she might be mentally ill…I don’t know what it was that gave me that idea. She also doesn’t appear to know whether her name is Catherine Cave or Illustrious Frisby.
Catherine Cave is her pornstar name.
I have this image of her sat in her house with a record or CD player and listening to a song, then pressing play again and being absolutely amazed that it sounds exactly like it did the last time, and thinking what a talented bunch the little midget musicians that reside inside the speakers are, and whether they’d like a cup of tea after all that playing…
Actually I think that when compared to the usual hate-filled bile that gets spouted, she’s quite refreshing.
A rock&rollin, Motown-lovin’, frizbee-throwing pensioner with a pornstar name who sounds like she may be on drugs. I might venture onto HYS just to click ‘recommend’ on some of her posts.
Ah – the early onset of dementia. Losing track of numbers is the first thing to go. Is it £12? Is it £15? Is it £10? Who gives a flying fuck, she doesn’t even know her name.
I’m liking Catherine Cave – I think she trumps Joy for incoherent ramblings – After all – at least Joy always has direction, just not the right one.
The question here was “should the downturn be downplayed”
I agree with Joy. They should half the price of one, thereby enabling me to buy an extra one and spend the same amount for two as I was originally going to spend on one.
Perhaps Catherine Cave just drinks loads of coffee?
I’m sure Catherine will have a fun time at the party, listening to her tape, all on her own talking to the bowls of jelly she made especially for it.
wonder if she invited brother Nick along to the party? He’d appreciate the Motown tracks.
Ha ha, yes, there is a Singer called Nick Cave. Jolly good!
I have done much better than all my family… my Dad was a milkman, (fresh-air, pootling about in his milk-wagon, Benny Hill style shagging with housewives, whistlin’ etc) but I am part of lower-middle management, in charge of a small team of junior accountants and I wear a TIE *beams with pride*
F-CK YOU DAD, YOU LOSER! HAHAHAHA!
Catherine is the reason for the economic crash. She claimed to have £10 left, which became £15 because she needed it to, only she was lying all along and had £12 left. Exactly like wot banks did.
Glad to see Care in the Community’s actually working now.
Oh Dear,
Catherine lives in my town. Thats just too close to the knuckle. I think I need to consider moving to another continent just in case her infectious mind drizzle begins to seep through the cracks in the brickwork of my house.
& anyway the DWPs a lesbian everyone knows its true & it got caught eating Harriet Harman’s muff in the fourth form common room.
I REALLY wished the DWP WAS a lezza! Then I can stand around here at work all day & watch
I’m going to record all of my money on to tape now so that if I forget how much I’ve got, I can rewind, play it back and remind myself.
Does anyone know where I can buy a secondhand money recorder?
I have about £12 to spend. £10 I think. Anyway £15 should cover it.
Would Betamax do?
How did he get promoted to Accounting Team Leader if he hasn’t qualified as an accountant yet? Is it because he’s a black lesbian whose wheelchair was lifted over the heads of more talented colleagues?
@Monkeyhands.
If he has already passed his Part One ACCA Accountancy Exams, he is qualified to practice certain aspects of accountancy but, as I’m sure you’re aware, without the successful acquisition of Part Two and Part Three he will still be considered in training and recognised as such by the Association of Chartered Certified Accountants, stipulated in the Royal Charter granted by Her Majesty in 1963, (ammended 1996) and therefore unable to perform all aspects and responsibilities of a Chartered Accountant whence he will be awarded with the ancient nose-plug which provides the droning monotone befitting members of our ancient guild.
Fucking incredible, the amount of really financially successful people posting on the social mobility thread on HYS yesterday. And I thought they were all impoverished owing to Clown and Zanuliarbore etc…
All boasting about how they came from nowt, so poor they could only afford to eat dogshit and broken glass, but it didn’t stop them, oh no. And now they own their own company/mansion/undersea secret lair and they’re worth several billion pounds. And they never asked for a thing off the state. Apart from the odd ransom demand of 200 squillion-dillion pounds or they unleash their death-ray.
Some brave soul posted a comment aimed at all these ‘company directors’, pointing out that you can be a director if your company employs three people. In most cases, probably their wife and a fucking garden gnome.
She appears to like rest and recuperation. Important at her age, no doubt.
Quick, to the catherinecave!
By a spooky coincidence my wife used to like me to dress up as a garden gnome while I fucked her.
I’m not a director though.
Funny old world innit?
It is amazing how many ‘successful self-made entrepreneurs’ spend their days repeatedly spurting their brain fluid into the cyber-tissue of HYS.
It’s a good job that it is completely impossible to make stuff up on Internets cos otherwise I’d have to start to wonder whether they are stringing me along. But Topsy Turvy really is a crack SBS platoon leader AND a prominent member of the CBI. It says so on HYS.