Coffee and stupidity

How simple is a coffee filter machine to use?
Not simple enough.
The other day at work I went into the kitchen and was about to set it off for a day’s coffee production and to my disgust some numbskull had dumped a load of grounds into the cone without putting a filter paper in first.
The Bishop of Newcastle was in the kitchen/refreshment room with a party of colleagues discussing something important no doubt and I was watched in bemused silence as I unplugged the unfortunate machine and started shaking it upside down over the sink and rinsing out as much of it as possible with the cold tap.
A week later and old grounds are still making their way into the jug.
Oh well.

Nasty Shock This Morning Blues

I woke up this morning
and I looked up at the clock
yes, I looked at the clock on the wa-all
The room was light and shining
Room was light and shiney and the clock said ten to nine.

Only ten minutes, only ten minutes
To:
Get up,
get washed,
get dressed,
get fed,
get packed
get to work
Yes, get to work – half an hour awa-ay-ay.
My heart started racing
Panic reared its ugly head
My palms they started sweatin’
And I wished that I was dead.

Must have missed the alarm,
But that noise wakes the dead
So I checked by the bedside,
That’s what I said,
I checked by the bedside
And what did I see?
Six A M glowed the clock face to me.

That stopped clock on the wall
It gets a new battery tonight.