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
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.