My name is Bob, this is my story

I say story, its not actually much of a story at all, don’t get me wrong, its not a dull story, just a short one, after all, I was only put on this earth 3 short days ago and I fear I may not be on this earth for too many more days either.
Its a nice earth to be on, a bit cold, but then that suits me, I like it cold, I’m in quite a pleasant garden too, well, its pleasant until this strange brown beast appears and tries to wee on me, I guess that’s what happens here, in this strange world of yours.

I have family members and friends that are also in gardens at various places, they endure similar things to me, some have to put up with much worse, I guess all in all its not a bad place to be.

I really should make the most of it shouldn’t I, after all, I don’t know how long I have left...........

The train now standing on platform 4

A midweek post that's not quite in the middle of the week.

Still, at least the title, pic and content do have a linkage type thing going on.


I think.........
 
 



Now then, should I break the post down into the linkage categories, or should I just write it and ramble aimlessly let it flow like normal, ooooh decisions decisions.....
Ummmmm.....

Right, got it, I will........ break it down (not like MC Hammer) I mean break it down into linkage style categories.

Title, Pic and content.

Title: Relates to what I'm doing on Friday, getting on a train (woohoo)...(no, that's not meant to be a train noise)...(it was me sarcastically displaying excitement) in itself not a big thing, its just that given the likelihood of snow and the inability of the UK to cope with it (well parts of the UK) means that all/any given train is liable to be late or cancelled, typical the one day I want to go on one.

Pic: Double link, obviously it links to the content (snow) it also links to the title, which is the opening line of a song (The Gasman Cometh) and as you can see shows a happy gasman (in the snow lol)

Content: I told you already, are you not paying attention, snow is the content and my impending train journey, I adore the snow I really do I just hate the effect it “can” have on transport, for no apparent reason, if it were really deep etc etc then fair enough, but even when it isn't it seems to cause problems....... stopped moaning now, going to go to sleep lol

Tinkering not Tim Kring

I was looking for a suitable (or not) image/pic to accompany this “2nd post “ of the weekend when I saw the one above...... I don't normally make one for a normal run of the mill post so big but I absolutely adore that pic so have decided to be a little extravagant and go large.............On with the post then............

It wont be big one (the post not the pic).....(already ascertained the pic is)..... the post wont be though, just a quickie, well, relatively so, for me I mean.

Yes, I have had a little tinker, only a small one but there will no doubt be more (at some point) changed my background colour (simply done) and also “fiddled” while Rome burned with my blog title box thingmebobwotsit, just need to find a way of moving the profile bit up a tad if I can, still it will keep me busy :-)

Oh yeah, afore I gosy, I know very little about Tim Kring (may have a read up now lol) but I do know he is the writer behind that most wonderful of televisual treats (in my opinion) Heroes, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it..... yes, I do like that particular program a little bit :-)

Forgive me father......

…. for it has been 2 weeks since my last post, I say 2 weeks, I of course mean 14 days, I say 14 days I of course mea... I will stop that now before it all becomes far too silly far too soon.

Two weeks eh, crikey, who would have thought it, I should really go into minute (reminds me of a terribly corny joke that I will come to in a minute) detail about the past two weeks shouldn't I, its ok, I'm not going to, all pretty much same old same old really.
So, this corny joke.... here goes..... A man walks into a pub with a small amphibian on his shoulder and asks for a pint, the bar man says “that's an unusual creature what do you call him” (pointing at the man's shoulder) the man replies “I call him tiny” “tiny” says the bar man, why tiny” the man ordering a pint replies “ I call him tiny because he's my newt.

See, see, now you see don't you, now you know, now its all clear, this is why I haven't posted for ages, I'm trying to spare you (the dear reader)...(if you still exist lol) the pain and trauma of ploughing through my inane drivel and nonsense so frequently, at least if its a bi-weekly post its less painful for you.

Actually, thinking about it (I do think sometimes you know, it hurts but I do it) I'm not going to go bi-weekly.... (that could actually mean twice in a week, or every two weeks, shall I use fortnightly... ummmm..... no..... I will stick to that as I have started now) I will not say it will be more than that or less, the next post will arrive when it gets here, if its too painful ploughing through this more than bi-weekly then so be it, close your eyes as you read or something, I do as I'm typing it, but then you probably already suspected that..... very superstitious, writing's on the wall (slipped into a bit of Stevie Wonder then sorry, bought to you by the letter S apparently) when I say I slipped into a bit of a Stevie Wonder I don't mean, I'll move on (that really would be bi-weekly lol) also I didn't mention or slip into a Stevie lyric because I had mentioned keeping your/my eyes closed, unless subconsciously, funny thing the mind, I say funny, its not really is it, well it probably is, I cant go over it now (something for the revisit list) as I need to go eat, funny thing the tummy..................
 



Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but
probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........

Larry the Sandboy

Its ok, I'm not, don't panic, I'm not a bird I mean, nor do I have a French Fry (or a Stephen Fry)...(or a Dawn French).... no.......none of theses things.

I'm not particularly happy either, in saying that though neither am I unhappy, somewhere inbetween I guess.

I heard a person say yesterday when asked how they were, “I'm just normal” (I'm not going to do the whole what's normal thing, not in this post anyway) but I think his answer best sums up how I currently feel.

Anyway, without further ado I shall get on with the post, now that the customary preamble is out of the way I can, I think.........

So who is Larry the Sandboy?

Well that's what this post hopes to answer dear reader :-)


Although I think we all know it wont actually answer that question at all, it will quite possibly go off in all sorts of strange tangents, cover some other, irrelevant nonsense and at times become quite tedious, but answer a specific question, probably not no, sorry.

I don't actually think Larry the Sandboy exists, well he may, but I don't know him, that's not to say because I don't know him he doesn't exist, that's like a child covering its eyes and because it cant see you it thinks you cant see it. What I meant was I don't know him personally and this post is most certainly not about him.

This post has arrived due to something I heard yesterday.

Someone on the radio said they were as “happy as a sandboy” and I though to myself, what does that mean, why is a sandboy happy, what does he do in the sand, are there such things as sandgirls and if so are they as happy as sandboys, it opens up all sorts of questions.

Why did I have to listen to it, why did the person say it, if they hadn't said it or I hadn't heard it none of these things would be on my mind, but they did and I did so I now I have to confront them and work through it all, grrrrrrrr.

Well according to this (scroll down a bit) sand boys were actually men that were quite possibly drunk, thats not confusing then is it, and directly under the happy as a sandboy one is an even more confusing one in which a man called Larry is recognised as being happy.
 

Now this could well be a picture of the Larry in question, looks ecstatic doesn't he, positively overjoyed and buoyant (yes I am being sarcastic, apologies) but apparently he was an Australian boxer by the name of Larry Foley (1847-1917) but why he was particularly happy seems to be lost in the mists of time (other than the fact he lived to the ripe old age of 70 which is no mean feat in that day and age, especially for a boxer lol) but like the happy as a sandboy it doesn't really provide an answer, not one that I'm happy with anyway, I might complain actually, but then what's the point, they don't listen, even if they did would anything change, probably not no and besides if it did actually change would it be for the better.........................................................

While looking for an answer to the whys and wherefores of Larry and his sandboys (good group, you should listen to them) I also found out that you can be as happy as a clam as well, again, why a clam is or should be happy I have no idea (although apparently it has something to do with high tide and not being eaten) and I suppose not being eaten is always a good thing, well if your a clam anyway.

Lost 4 words

I don't mean I have lost four particular words, although that idea in itself poses numerous possibilities and opportunities for fun.

Just think, if at any given point in any given conversation you “lost” 4 words how would it affect said conversation?

Would the words have to be together, e.g., “good morning, how was your journey into work, do you have much on today” or should/could they be separate, e.g. “good evening, how was work today, did you get a lot done”

See, the possibilities are endless.........

Then there is the option of involving others, if four of you are having a conversation do you loose a word each at some point and if so is it simultaneous or just randomly, I just don't know, its too early to say at this point, my theory is in its infancy, no, I don't mean its sucking its thumb while wearing a nappy, I'm sure there are many out there that enjoy sucking their thumb and find it comforting so I'm not having a dig, I don't even have a spade, I have a diamond, its a 7 I think, anyway, my point is the idea is still at a fledgling stage so I just don't know how it could develop.

Now I have the problem of deciding whether to revisit this topic, its tempting I must admit, ummmmm, oh I don't know, can I decide later in the week, yes you can, thank you, I will do that then, I appreciate your kindness, that's ok just let me know if you want to revisit it in your next post, ok I will, thanks again, no problem, if I am going to I will say, if I say nothing then I'm not, that's fine you do what you choose its your blog, thanks I will..................

Initially you use less letters than spelling a persons full name, I mean, initially my post was going to be around the fact I was lost for words, I fancied posting some nonsense or other but didn't know what, still not sure so I will go for now.

More Revisiting

This is a topic that came up in an earlier post LINK and is subsequently being "revisited"








Right, thats the formalities out the way, on with the post..........

OOOOOH HOW EXCITING, MY 2ND REVISITED TOPIC (yes I know I'm easily pleased lol)

 

 

 

Frankie the Fish

 

Befor I commence I should point the chimney as I have a feeling that the mortar is beginning to perish and the brickwork may be becoming slightly porous.........

I didn't mean that did I, no, you didn't, thank you for telling me, that's ok.......

What I meant was, before I commence I should point out the the image up there ^^^^^ is not an accurate likeness of Frankie nor does it resemble him in anyway, he doesn't even smoke now, actually he does, its me that doesn't, well not since the weekend, not tetchy about it though NOOOOO boys and girls not in the least GRRRRR deep breath and relax......

So, this Frank character, AKA “Frankie the Fish” it will probably come as no surprise to know he is a keen angler (never understood it myself, tried it a few times when young but never saw the appeal) Frank on the other hand its totally hooked addicted, cant get enough of it, his house is a shrine to his “conquests” (numerous pictures of a grown man holding fish in various seductive poses)...(ok I fibbed about the seductive poses lol) although to Frank and probably anyone else with a shared PASSION for all things fish related it quite possibly is seductive, whatever floats your boat does it for you I guess.

Now Frank is what you would politely call a “character”, that catch all term that is often used for people you know/know of but wouldn't necessarily want to be seen in public with/admit to knowing, yes I know that sounds harsh but I'm trying to be a realist, after all any type of expressivist meta-ethical theory which asserts that though our moral claims are projectivist we understand them in realist terms is a good thing right?

And besides, if it isn't right its still cognitively accessible utilising appropriately measured data provided by the human sense's isn't it?

Don't get me wrong, Frank is harmless (relatively) as long as you don't say anything that would suggest his “passion” is anything other than normal, healthy and acceptable anyway. If you do, you are liable to see a different side to him, he becomes very protective about it and if he happened had a ten pound Tench to hand he probably would slap you round the face with it, in itself no doubt a sport or “alternative” hobby type thing somewhere on the planet, I'm certainly not going to to attempt to find out though as I really really don't care

IM NOT BOVVERRED


I should draw this post to a close now, not that I'm tetchy or grumpy (or any of the other Dwarves) but it is getting late and I have things to do before bed, making another cuppa being one of them.



DRAWER                       POST                          CLOSE                            (cya)                                   :-)

Mummy phoned the Doctor

          and the Doctor said, no more monkeys on your bed!

OK, that's not strictly true, he didn't say that at all (not this time) he said no more monkeys JUMPING on your bed actually, according to this he said bouncing on your bed, either way beds and monkeys are involved so its not all bad, I love my bed (see earlier post) and monkeys, well, they are cool, aren't they?

I didn't intend to start my first post in over 11 days like that, it just happened, I can do little about it now, so I have to push on regardless.

So this Doctor, he didn't say any of that, believe it or not I was messing about, he actually said "you need a holiday" so I took one, a post holiday, hence not posting for so long, I had a cold and that's what he told me to do so I did, after all, if the Doctor says so then it must be so, right? Bit like Simon says I guess, except my Dr isn't called Simon, nor did my mother ring him, in fact I didn't even see him, I made all that up too, what am I like eh.........

I did have a cold, that bits true, the rest, well, poetic licence I think they call it, educated folk I mean, people like me wot is from Gypsy stock call it bull***t, innit.

Not that I am, from Gypsy stock, I don't think, wouldn't matter if I were, nowt wrong with that, Frankie the Fish (another earlier post) was and he was/is a cracking guy, he would gladly crack... actually I wont expand on that, I was going to, but it can wait until I revisit the post lol, Moscow.

Flicking your thing!

I was talking with someone today and it reminded me of something I had totally forgotten, I'm sure we all have moments like that (you certainly do as you get older)...(or is that just me lol) when you hear/see/smell/taste/feel or just remember something that you had totally forgotten about, well that's what happened today while at work.


Not that I was at work, well sort of work, actually instead of explaining just see the previous post from yesterday.



I suppose before I actually get to the point and tell you (dear reader) what I'm talking about and what it is that I was reminded of/remembered earlier today (best not delay to long either or I will forget it again) I should tell you what this post is NOT about.

In this context flicking your thing is NOT about that well know (possibly) and American (probably) saying “flicking the bird” (also known as flipping the bird) for that is a rude gesture and we don't do rude gestures do we boys and girls, unlike this, gentleman???? who got into serious trouble for it link, in itself quite surprising as he looks a very charming, placid and welcoming guy........
 
Its not just flicking fingers (birds) that can you get into trouble with the powers that be either link, no doubt another charming man like the first, not Morissey (charming man) I mean the first man mentioned in the post.
 
I'm not actually referring to either of those “flickings” in this post, they aren't the one I forgot (if I ever knew or even cared about them) nor am I referring to flicking your drag (or drag flicking) … (a Hockey term apparently). Or the “flicking” used in cycling (a term to describe one rider blocking another)...(again, apparently, I'm no bloomin expert don't ask me), no, none of these things.

Other things I am not referring to are having wave looking patterns in your hair (predominantly for males of Afro-Caribbean origin) which is also “flicking” or (bringing it back to birds, well I started with the bird word) “the flicker”, which is a large North American woodpecker of the genus Colaptes, especially Cauratus, the common flicker, having a brown back, spotted breast, and white rump, how nice for it.

No, I refer to none of the above.
 
The flicking I am referring to is that finger action that is involved in that classic game dating back to the 1940's (and still going strong now) Subbuteo.

For those that don't know its basically a little plastic (originally, but not now) man attached to a base that you “flick” around a table top football pitch in order kick a little ball into a little goal and beat your opponent.
I could provide loads of links and info for it as there appears to be absolutely tumultuous amounts, including ones that demonstrate some VERY obsessed passionate people that clearly have far too much plenty of spare time, but I wont, I find it tedious boring and never liked it as a child, I certainly don't now I'm a grown up, adult, older.

Oooh lots of scoring through (not scoring goals), plenty of apparentlys in the post too........

The only reason I have mentioned any of this nonsense is because today when someone was trying to describe the action involved when playing subbuteo (apparently) he said “its like when you were younger playing subbuteo and you had to flick your thing” well it tickled me, I don't mean flicking my thing did, I mean his comment did, or more the way it was delivered did :-)
 
I have finished now, you can stop reading and move along, thanks for seeing it through to the end................

An early morning post

I don't think I have posted before going to work in the morning before.



Mind you I'm not going to work today, so I guess this post doesn't count as a before work post.


I'm not staying in either, I am going out, just not to work.
 
 
I'm making very little sense am I, no change there then, let me try and explain, but briefly as I have work, or not, as the case may be.............
 
This week I will be mostly eating cabbage, that's not true (don't like cabbage) what I mean is this week I am on a training thingmebob....

So its sort of work as I'm being paid to be there and its (sort of) related to work but its also sort of different, ok, its VERY different, not sort of very different, VERY different......

As a rule I don't normally roll around on rubber mats with a group of strange people, trying to bend me into unnatural positions, but this week I am.

Oh the joy, admittedly I get the chance to bend said strange people into unnatural positions too, but that doesn't make it any more bearable, or normal.

Still, its different to work and I am getting paid so its not too bad, is it ?????????????????
 
Ooops, look at the time, its almost 07.50 I better go, got to get ready to go to work, or not (done that one already haven't I) I best go.........

GRRRR

Hello tetchy, I'm pleased to meet you.......

Actually.......... I'M NOT

I'M NOT PLEASED AT ALL


Please allow me to explain
 
Now I'm sure you are a wonderful person tetchy, unusual name granted, but then a lot of people do have, like Bob, Carol, Tom, Lucy I could go on, I often do, but now I wont.

The reason I am not so pleased to meet you is, you will never believe it, but I'm tetchy too, I don't mean that's my name, “that's not my name, they call me quiet girl, but I'm a riot yeah, maybe joleisa, always the same, that's not my na..........” Its ok, I have stopped now (slipped into Ting Ting's mode sorry) ..... (catchy though).....(if not old)......(not that I can talk)....(well I can and too much, but that's not what I meant)....

See, I have done it again, sidetracked myself, where was I, not my name, that's it, I don't mean my name is tetchy I mean I am tetchy.

2 reasons (well probably millions miserable old git that I am) but at the moment I'm focussing on just the 2, the first being tooth related, the other being noise related.

The tooth aspect relates to a horrendous abscess I have under a crown, not pleasant and bloomin painful, the noise, well, Halloween being what it is people have fun and celebrate (America has much to answer for). Now normally I like fun and celebration as much as anyone but NOT when I have a horrendous abscess (did I mention it hurts lol) and have to be up for work in the morning.


Rant over.

What time is it?

This will be another short post, not a long post, not a detailed post, a succinct and to the point post, partly as I’m tired, partly as I have an abscess in my jaw and most importantly because the content of the post does not require many words to cover it.


I know the tiredness and abscess have nothing to do with the length of a post, I was just trying to embellish things a bit, as I said, its going to be a short post anyway so I thought a little bit of padding wouldn’t hurt.


In fact padding by its very nature is there to provide a cushioning or degree of protection so hurting is the last thing padding should do, isnt it?

Right, the point of the post, is the sharp bit on the top I often (always) like to put a pic up with my posts,
sometimes relevant, usually not (maybe in an abstract way) and when there is a picture I may (but not always) make comment about or towards it, in itself fine and not a problem.

The potential difficulty lies in the type of comment/picture mix and what others may deduce from or read into it.

For example a few posts ago I made comment about possibly posting at ten past ten (or not posting then)…(bear with me its going somewhere) and this comment accompanied a picture of a clock displaying said time, it was not meant as a “please return at ten past ten to see the latest post” type comment, it was purely said in jest and to link in to the time on the clock in the pic.

I may well post (one day) at ten past ten, after all I have two chances a day of doing so and one day, just one day, it may be that time when I post (I’m going to be conscious of it now lol) but for anyone that read said post and returned at ten past ten hoping to see another, I apologise for any confusion or disappointment (unlikely lol) that resulted from me misleading you about the time of the next post.

I am tempted to mark this post as a “one to be revisited” one and place it in the corresponding section over there on the left. I think there is a lot more mileage in the posting at certain times/set times aspect, however, the trouble with marking it as such is that I will have to include said clock pic that declares it is ten past ten (to denote the post will be revisited in the future) and that could bring me full circle and leave me having to apologise again.

I tell you what I will do, I will revisit this (and include the clock pic, as demz da roolz) but I will warn the reader that it doesn’t necessarily mean I will be posting again at ten past ten, the next post might not be for months (is that a hooray I hear in the distance) or it may be within hours (that was a definitely a groan) but it WONT be at ten past ten, not the next one anyway, after that who knows, I don’t, that’s why I’m going now, more painkillers needed I think :-)

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows........

My first revisited topic :-)

This is a topic that came up in an  earlier post LINK  and is subsequently being "revisited"



Right, thats the formalities out the way, on with the post..........


I did wonder when  if I would ever get round to revisiting some of the things in my revisit list........

Blimey, that made me jump, it must be now then, now must be the time for revisiting,  I don't know, creeping up on me like that, bad post naughty post in your bed........... or not, posts don't have beds do they, actually they do, a fence post (for example) would/could be “bedded” into a semi wet concrete mix in order to keep it fixed in place and provide a stable base to secure a fence to..... where was I, that's it, revisiting, it was going to be yesterday (when I planned to do my first revisit post) but I got sidetracked, that does seem to happen, a lot actually, probably far too much but hey ho such is life.

When I said hey ho I wasnt saying hello to someone that earns their money by, I better stop now hadn't I......

Inappropriate titles

Initially, when I first mentioned them I was referring to to strange descriptions for situations, e.g. "driving rain" (its not good for driving in, as mentioned in my initial post) there are countless similar descriptions too but I wont cover them now, nor will I revisit them, thats the rule of a revisited topic, you dont revisit it again (although in saying that the rules are what I say they are, its MY blog lol) so that rule may change.

Then you get things like toothpaste (do you clean just the one tooth), hot water heaters (why would you heat hot water) again there are many many more but usual not revisiting a revisit rules apply.

Since my initial post I have given more thought to inappropriate titles and I remembered a list of websites I stumbled across many moons back (and now need to find lol) in which the URL (get me being all technical lol) doesn't necessarily portray the business/organisation in the light which they were no doubt intended, by the way, its been a long time since I checked any of the links (many I have never checked) and I have no intention of becoming all obsessive about it now and clicking on every single link to see if they work, I will leave that to you the reader :-)


Who represents where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity
http://www.whorepresents.com/

Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice.
http://www.expertsexchange.com/

Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at
http://www.penisland.net/

Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at
http://www.therapistfinder.com/

An Italian Power Generator company
http://www.powergenitalia.com/

The Mole Station Native Nursery in New South Wales
http://www.molestationnursery.com/

Essential tools for pcAnywhere
http://www.ipanywhere.com/

The First Cumming Methodist Church
http://www.cummingfirst.com/

Art designers
http://www.speedofart.com/

Lake Tahoe brochure website at
http://www.gotahoe.com/

The Royal Tit-Watching (Ornithological) Society Of Britain used the domain:
http://www.nice-tits.org/

Manufacturer of instruments for monitoring temperature, humidity and pressure Dickson didn’t think twice when they choose:
http://www.dicksonweb.com/

A holiday rentals company in Spain is called Choose Spain. Hopefully the vacation won’t be a painful experience:
http://www.choosespain.com/

A company selling CAD software and Learning CDs was called ViaGrafix – quite innocent until a blue pill hit the market. The company is now called Learn2.
http://www.viagrafix.com/

TeachersTalk: A community for teachers and student to discuss all areas of teaching… Even how to stalk teachers?
http://www.teacherstalk.com/

The small town Winters’ local newspaper is called Winters Express and can be read online at:
http://www.wintersexpress.com/

An eBay competitor was considering the name Auctions Hit, but found it to be a shitty name:
http://www.auctionshit.com/

If you offer a scaffold erection/dismantle service, maybe you shouldn’t have a mammoth as your mascot and call your company Mammoth Erection:
http://www.mammotherection.com/

Things to do and see along New York State’s Canals and vacation regions:
http://www.nycanal.com/

New Zealand’s “As Seen On TV” is called “But That’s Not All“. But do they sell Butt Hats or not?
http://www.butthatsnotall.co.nz/

The kids might look nice in their Childrens’ Wear, but remember:
http://www.childrenswear.co.uk/

IHA Vegas‘ holiday rentals might have a special smell, since:
http://www.ihavegas.com/

Could a Apple Macintosh make me more masculine? Read more in macHome magazine:
http://www.machome.com/

Odds Extractor – Online gambling resource or farmers looking for new and unusual machinery?
http://www.oddsextractor.com/

If you’re known as Big Al, why not call your online fish supplies store for Big Al’s Online?
http://www.bigalsonline.com/

SCA Tissue – Away-From-Home tissue products has a terrible issue with their name:
http://www.scatissue.com/

Even if you’re company is called Cumbria Storage Systems don’t even think about calling your website:
http://www.cumstore.co.uk/

Alter Scrap Processing part of The Alter Companies use the domain:
http://www.alterscrap.com/

Anyone knows if Australian ISP WebOne does some moonlighting?
http://www.webone.com/

Don’t start a business in Cook Islands… Given that their TLD is .ck and they use .co for commercial domains, you end up with:
http://www.budget.co.ck/

 
An eclectic mix, not an electric mix, that would imply that they were purely related to things of an electrickery nature, which they aren't, clearly, clearly would imply they are related to glass, which again they are not, I should move on shouldn't I (yes you should) ok I will, I'm doing it now.....


Its not just websites that can have them (inappropriate titles) books can too, I'm sure (in fact I know) that many many books have titles that just dont quite "fit" but  this LINK shows 15 children's books that have titles that are, ummm, well, inappropriate I guess is the best word.............

There is so much more that could be covered in a post like this but it wont be, I'm bored now, as no doubt are you if you have read to the end, the end.

Another cryptic post?

Not really no, a short one though, been tinkering (again) and decided it was time to post about one of the already mentioned things contained in the box on the left (somewhere over there) well its not a box but its a collection of things already touched upon.

Trouble is I got distracted, while looking for an image to accompany said post, so Im posting about something else instead, but briefly.

The two images above may appear at different times throughout the blog (its Ok I'm not doing a “Simon says” thing and sorry there are no prizes for spotting them)

The first will appear at the bottom of a post to be revisited (that's why I distracted myself I had to go over all my old ones and add it lol)

The second will appear at the start of new post that's revisiting an old post, got it, great, as you were :-)

EEEUUURRROOOPPPPPPPPP

Firstly I suppose I should provide the answer to my cryptic post yesterday, actually its not an answer as I didn't pose a question, let me rephrase.....



Firstly I suppose I should supply an explanation to the (rather unsubtle) meaning behind yesterdays post...


I say post, it was more of a few words and 2 pictures, the first picturing being a GREEN beetle (I do love a beetle) and the second being a calendar, containing DAY's within it, well its what calendars do is it, its their porpoise in life.....
 
Last night I happened to be in the O2 Arena watching some musical thing, some group or other, I didn't want to go I hasten to add but my daughter couldn't very well go on her own so I had to go, didn't enjoy it, hated every minute (obviously) but what could I do, just had to go along and try to make the best of it...........

OK I'm fibbing (just a tad) it was excellent, been a fan for a long long while (isn't it great when your children like the music you do lol) to try to narrow down a particularly favourite track would be far too tricky so I have chose 3 (for now)...(I'm sure this will go on my “things to revisit” list)

Each of the links are to songs they played last night (not literally, although there is footage of the concert on youtube already, some of which isn't too bad) the first link the official video, the second a live version, to narrow it down to 3 from the night was very very hard (hence it going on the revisit list) as it was an excellent concert, they certainly know how to put on a show.....
 
1) studio
1) live
2) studio
2) live
3) studio
3) live
 
I know, I clearly have far too much time on my hands.................
I guess by now (if not bored and fallen asleep) you (the reader) must be wondering what on earth the pic up there ^^^^^^^^ has to do with this post, please allow me to explain....

While, I (and daughter) were in London enjoying (not that I did you understand) Green Day, Son had attended a party, first (ish) proper one (bless), anyway, following returning from said party (and after possibly consuming something of an alcoholic nature) he felt a little unwell, hence the pic, to mark the event.....

It was a scene from the film Arthur, in which when himself feeling a tad unwell (Arthur)...(although it was actually Dustin Hoffman), he declared he was going to shout Europe at the sink and promptly did ….....

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows........

A VERY small and cryptic one.........

I'm saying no more, for now..............

Have your cake and eat it........

Before I start I should point out that this post and its accompanying pic are not related to the previous birthday celebration one, although a cake would have been good for the blog's 21st post anniversary it did not receive one.Also before I start (I know, I have already started) but before I do properly I feel I should post a disclaimer (anyone got a stamp) to say that I personally have no issues with what anyone does to themselves or with their life, as long as they aren't hurting others and are happy then its all good so I don't want anyone (if anyone does lol) reading this thinking I have prejudicial views about anyone.


I was driving along today, quiet happily listening to the radio (talk not music) when a subject that has been in the news came on and was discussed (link here)

Now, as much as I do feel for the gentleman and his family as it must be an incredibly difficult thing to deal with and work through, I do find myself asking a few questions.

The first stems from comments made by a person that was being interviewed by the radio station who was a former carer for said gentleman.

She explained that the man had been moved into a council run home in order to curb his weight (a few years ago when only 50 stone (ish). The point of this was to monitor and control his weight/calorie intake in order for him to undergo an operation when he had dropped down to a more acceptable (and safer) weight for the operation to be performed.

The (former) carer said that all efforts to curb his intake were hampered by not only his family who regularly bought excess food to him when visiting but also local takeaway establishments who would deliver fast food on a daily basis and pass it through his window.

He himself hampered any efforts made to assist him by adopting the attitude that its my body and I will eat what I want when I want and you cant stop me.

This in itself is true, BUT, not only is his weight causing a tremendous drain on the health/social services of his locality and subsequently ensuring that other people will go without treatment that they require due to a drain on budgets but more importantly its threatening his own life!

Now, I'm not having a dig and suggesting he has bought it on himself because he loves cake and has an over active pie arm (not thyroid) nor am I saying he is fat (I have no issues with larger people) but what I am saying is that if (for example) the gentleman was suffering form Anorexia and his condition was so bad that his life was in imminent danger then a Mental Health Act Assessment would be carried out and he would could be placed under a section of the Mental Health Act and subsequently “treated” (against his will if necessary) in order to save his life.

According to reports he does not suffer from gluttony, greed (its ok I'm not doing the seven deadly sins lol) or any other form of “self induced” weight gain but has a “recognised” illness, its a shame its not recognised to the extent that steps could be taken to save his life!


Ok, rant over, but for the record, I (like him)...(possibly) love cake too :-)

21 TODAY, 21 TODAY

I'm not going to break into a jewellers and steal any gold its ok, oops, I mean I'm not going to break into song, I do hate tangents (not tangerines, they are ok) I mean tangents, as in going off on one, I don't mean I'm going off on one as in having a moan or getting stroppy, I mean going off on a tangent. I better move on..........

So, a dear, a female dear, oh no, that's wrong, its DOE isn't it, not John Doe, that's a name used for a person without a name in America apparently, I would probably call him Bob if it were me, but I'm not American, or called John, or Bob come to think of it.......


So, 21 today eh, oooooh, get you, all grown up now, congratulations (cue balloons, streamers and party food) so, how does it feel? Any different? No, I didnt think it would, after all its just another............... POST


Ah ha, you thought I was going to say day or year or some such thing didn't you, DIDN'T YOU! (sorry, getting all aggressive and shouty then for no reason at all, I do apologise)....(especially on your big day)


So, (3 so's in a row)..(a row of so's)..(a triple so row) actually thats not true, its not 3 in a row, there is an ah coming between them, its actually a so, so ah, so, almost got a Japanese feel to it, moving on........


So (another one) its your big day, your 21st, congratulations blog on reaching your 21st post, I hope you have a really enjoyable day, I would love to join you but I have a headache and Im tired, sorry :-)

Have you been down that road?

The reason I ask is that I had a very strange experience today regarding someone I was supposed to meet.





Without mentioning names or places (to protect the innocent) I shall endeavour to explain.



I had planned to meet someone (in order to carry out a joint appointment) this afternoon as we were both coming from different directions so, therefore driving separately.

The place we were meeting is actually the home town of where the person I was due to meet lives (bear with me on this one) straightforward you would think, well I certainly did.

Admittedly they were coming from about 15 miles away (I know, not far, hardly a journey across the Serengeti) plus the place they were coming from, although unfamiliar to them was actually between their workplace and home address, again, straightforward you would think, I certainly did (ooooh déjà vu there).

Anyway, about 5 minutes before we were due to meet I got a call from said person explaining that as their “navigation equipment”? wasn’t working properly they would not be able to make it as they weren’t sure where to go. In itself not a problem and the appointment actually went better with me alone than if there had been two of us, BUT it did raise a few issues (ok, a bit strong, maybe not issues but intriguing thoughts)

Firstly, how on earth can someone not know how to get to the town they live in and also how can they be so unaware of the time it takes to get there (given they go there everyday through the town they were currently in)

But secondly (and the major thing for me) WHAT IS NAVIGATION EQUIPMENT (its ok, I do know what they meant, sat nav) … (that wonderful device that can be so useful and necessary at times) but why call it navigation equipment.

It conjured up images of the person in question floating along the motorway in their 42 foot catamaran complete with radar, map, sexton and compass.


All very odd, oh and by the way the post title relates to a classic Fast Show sketch
This one "with an owl"        

Is it a crime to be skanky?

Well not technically no, not in the UK anyway, although in saying that I'm sure if you work in certain industries it could go against your professional/ethical code, then of course there is the health and hygiene aspects, but a crime?

The reason I pose the question is because I was talking to colleagues today and we decided (pretty much lol) that is surely down to personal choice.

If a person (man or woman) decides that they don't want to wash (themselves or their hair) for example what right do we have to criticise them.

Granted if you work or live alongside that person, its a different matter, but if someone is quietly going about their business, keeping themselves to themselves are they harming anyone?
 
I of course have my own opinions which I may well post at a later date, or may not of course lol and for the record I shower twice a day :-)

Would you like to be like Bill?

I had initially planned to cover one of my “things to cover at a later date topics” tonight but unfortunately I am unable to.

Sorry, that's not strictly true, in fact its a bare faced lie (what does that actually mean)....(hang on I'll go look)... Well, according to this it has something to do with a bloke called Bill that had a beard, no dear reader/s I'm none the wiser either, not at all, perhaps I should just let it go now....... deep breath..... and relax... thats better :-)

Right then where was I … that's it, I was planning to re visit an old topic but then couldn't, although in fact I am, its just not one of the ones in my "stuff from earlier posts to be revisited at some point" section, which I WILL aim to work my way through at some point.


After becoming all confident earlier in the day following my success with incorporating a “Twitter” widget into my blog (and getting my head round the whole twitter thing itself) I thought I would “alter” (I use the word loosely) a few of the other widgets in my blog.

Therein lies the problem, just like in my earlier postI should have left things alone instead of tinkering with them, I just don't seem to learn, still, I managed to sort it out (which for a confirmed technopobe like myself is quite a feat)...(I guess it also suggests that yes, perhaps I do learn) and I'm also quite pleased with how it (my blog) now looks (I'm easily pleased lol).

For a post that was initially going to revisit an old subject but then couldn't but ultimately did (in a roundabout way) it strikes me as having nothing particularly new about it so perhaps I should concentrate on Bill's beard.
Should any of you choose to be like Bill (and have a beard) I'm sure there are plenty of stockists that will supply one, of course if you are male you could always grow one (unless you are from certain ethnic groups, e.g. Chinese that have difficulty growing facial hair or you suffer with low testosterone)

If you don't wish to be like Bill then that's fine too, personal choice is a wonderful thing...........

F.E.A.R.

Funnily enough (or not) but the title of the post could have covered two totally differing subjects, well probably a multitude of differing subjects, but I'm referring to two (ooooh a tutu) in particular.

Although the post is predominantly about one but I will mention the other, well I have to now don't I after that introduction, after all I don't want to be accused of being one of those people that starts something, well, doesn't even start something, but goes to say something and then says “it doesnt matter”, I'm sure you have met them dear reader/s



Right, back to the post..... no no, please don't send me back to the post I promise I will be good....

not that post silly, I mean the blog post..........
 
The initial (and bulk) of the post is based around the post title, or more accurately the song with the same name by IAN BROWN

I have already mentioned in an earlier post (LINK) about my trials and tribulations with the iPod although ultimately it was a successful venture and earlier on today (while aimlessly surfing tinterweb) I stumbled upon a site where you can upload your entire iTunes library and share it with the world, so I did (there is a link to it over there on the left somewhere).

Also earlier on today, the song in question came on XFM while I was driving (I love driving, that can go in the other things to cover section I think for a future post) …. actually... looking at the above paragraph and this present one, neither of them are getting to the point of this post, well they are (bit of background information etc) but I did say that the song will be the bulk of the post and it isn't, I better move on, while I'm at it I will join the above paragraphs together seamlessly :-)

So, there I was, attaching the new “thing” (that links to my music library) to my blog and the song I heard earlier on the radio (while driving) starts going round in my head again (not in a delusional thought content way).........(just in the way a song often does) and I thought, ooooh I will listen to that, so I went to the newly uploaded library and its not bloomin there, in fact there are probably hundreds of songs missing as there are more songs on the iTunes on my laptop than there are on the library that was uploaded, most mysterious......

Anyway, back to the point of the post, the song, it really is such a marvellous song for many reasons (in my opinion obviously lol) the video is very clever (I think personally) very simple and no doubt reasonably inexpensive to make, but at the time very clever and original, take a peak if you want VIDEO ..... as are the lyrics, very simple, yet very clever, in that each of the 4 words in each line starts with the letters F E A and R, you can see for yourself if you dont believe me lol .... LYRICS .... like the video, simple yet effective (at least thats my view lol)..........
 
Before I close this post I suppose I better mention the other thing I said it could be about, its linked to the picture at the top, the game (or series of as there are 2 already and will no doubt be more) FEAR, a very good and most enjoyable (if not a tad scary at times) game with FEAR standing for First Encounter Assault Recon, not lyrics Ian Brown would of used I wouldn't imagine lol.

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........

How many animals?

I was talking to someone the other day, its ok, I knew them, I wasn't just spouting drivel and nonsense to a stranger (thats what this blog is for lol) and we started talking about animals, anyway, to cut a long story short (not like me I know) the subject of owning 2 dogs came up (him not me)...(as in he has two dogs I dont) and it got me thinking, well remoombering actually.

Back in 1995 (when I was a mere slip of a lad).....(well, 27 lol) a “new” alcoholic beverage appeared on the shelves of my local purveyor of said alcoholic beverages (the off licence) it was a lemon flavoured drink (I love anything lemony) ….. (there's a definite future post there, it can go in my new fangled things to cover box on the left) and it was a joy to drink as I remember.

I had forgotten all about Two Dogs (and its rival at the time Hooch) the latter being more popular as I recall and outlasting the former (although I always preferred Two Dogs to Hooch)

Fast forward nearly 15 years and “alcopops” as they are lovingly referred to are a multi billion pound industry in their own right with over 150 varieties (A-Z list Link) for those that cant sleep and need something to read lol)

I'm not going to go into the whole alcohol thing now (I may do at some point but its a huge area and deserves not only its own post but a week of posts if not longer, or even its own blog) but I will say that since the birth of the alcopop, societies woes and problems with yoof “excess” drinking and its associated behaviours appears to show a correlation, I'm not basing that on anything scientific, just my own observations, or perhaps I'm just being a moany old git lol.

Right, time for a nice warm milky drink before bed :-)

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........

Not wishing to speak too soon........

Following my earlier perils (over the past week or so) of not being able to access my blog (or other google related services) or at least only being able to access them intermittently, I think (I hope lol) I have overcome the problem, it was simple, I just pressed the success button on the keyboard and voilà, all solved :-)


Ok, that's not strictly true, it was a tad more difficult that that (if only such a key existed in the world of qwerty)

It would appear that my difficulties were arising due to my service provider as far as I can tell, it appeared it is over vigilant with certain sites for some reason.

By using a Proxy Site, which is a site that uses a different ISP to your own apparently (I'm in way over my head here and haven't a clue what I'm on about)....(I'm a confirmed technophobe remember lol) I am able to access everything fine and regularly, as opposed to with difficulty and rarely, so all in all, a happy bunny :-)

Inappropriate Titles

Inappropriate Titles

Like that one up there, its inappropriate as it repeats the title of the post, actually that's not true, its unnecessary more than its inappropriate.


What I want to talk about is inappropriate titles as opposed to unnecessary ones, so I will.........





So, no I don't actually, never been good with a needle, but thanks for your concern.
So, this inappropriate titles nonsense, when I say inappropriate titles, I'm not referring to blog titles, or even the titles of the post contained within them there blogs, I'm sure there are many many examples of that scattered around the web (and probably this blog) but I'm not going to cover that now, that can go on the list of "other" stuff that I stumble across when posting and want to re visit at some point, thinking about it I may even get all technical (as if lol) and try to incorporate said list into my blog so that I can work through it and not forget things, hmmmm, something else to think about now.

Anyway this inappropriate titles business, what I'm actually talking about is the titles that are given to certain situations, for example (and the only one I will mention)....(for now)....(until my fancy "points to re visit" gizmo is functioning lol) is the title given to heavy rain, you know the sort of weather when it could be said that it is thoroughly persisting down, that sort of rain.

Its often (lovingly?) referred to as driving rain, I can understand the reasons why and I have no issue with that in itself, what I do find a bit odd is the connection to driving, the term "driving rain" almost suggests its the sort of rain that is "ideal for driving in"..........

WRONG

Very wrong, its NOT ideal for driving in, its bloomin awful for driving in, especially today.

I had planned (optimistically it transpires) to have an early (ish) finish today, I was hoping to be home by 16.30 and able to chill out and kill some German soldiers that have had a touch of the occult sprinkled on them (this might explain it better Wolfenstein) all in the name of harmless fun I hasten to add.

But no, it didn't happen, in the end (after being on my way home at 16.15) I got a call and had to go and "deal" with something that really had to be dealt with, I'm glad I did and it left a good feeling but it meant that I was ultimately driving home over 2 hours later (middle of rush hour) in the driving? rain, as I said earlier, it is certainly not rain for driving in.

ADDENDUM (been dying to use that word lol)

The problems I had accessing anything google related (including my blog) are still present but for some reason it let me access it tonight so I took full advantage and posted more drivel, the next lot will hopefully not be too many days away (or hopefully depending on your personal take on reading another's inane ramblings lol)

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........

"99" Its got a flake in it innit

Before I start I should add that “normal service” has not yet resumed but I couldn’t resist the urge to post a quick one (so have sneaked onto a different computer in order to access blogger etc, see last post.. LINK..) … (alas I’m not sure when my next one will be)….. GRRRRR








Anyway, no but I have some curd (sorry, couldn’t resist)… this here post (I shall forget my last post and its associated anxieties for now)

I was thinking today (it really hurt) and I recalled how much I love ice cream, with that in mind I thought I would do a short but sweet (as in sugary) post about ice cream, in particular the good old flake bejewelled 99.

Before starting my post (like many I do) I thought I would look for an appropriate (mildly amusing/linked pic) and I found that one ^^^^^^ up there. This caused a problem, instead of talking about my intended subject I know feel impelled to ask….

What is that all about?

Why?

After finding the image I did some more digging (no not night gardening) and discovered its not a promotional gimmick for flake (or 99 ice creams) as I first thought and would have found more comfortable in an accepting type way but its something that was worn at Ascot. The well known equestrian event (I say equestrian event, its actually a gathering of small men in bright colours whipping horses for pleasure) where on ladies day everyone tries to outdo each other with their dress/hats, well, I’m guessing the lady in the picture won…………………

I would dearly love to expand more on this post, it opens itself to all sorts of further questions and comments, noticeably horse racing, fashion and bloomin stupid hats, but I cant (you can) no Orville I cant, I must go…………

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........

NORMAL SERVICE WILL BE RESUMED……. AT SOME POINT……

This is only a mini post (no it’s not about vehicles or skirts) I mean it’s only a brief post, as in short, not lengthy etc etc…..

For some reason (as yet unbeknown to me)…(but then as already mentioned I AM a technophobe lol) I am having difficulty accessing my blog, well, not just my blog, blogger in general, well not just blogger in general but anything Google related, except for the search engine itself which works fine….. all very odd……


So, in a nut shell, you may find a nut, I mean, in a nut shell, this may be the last post for a while, or, it may be the last for a day or so, all depends if I can get to the bottom of my inaccessibility problems………..


WATCH THIS SPACE………… (not literally, its ok, you can look away now, just make sure you check back for updates to my mysterious blogger difficulties)

I ZIMBRA (Gadji beri bimba)

               BEFORE YOU WONDER

      NO, I HAVEN'T SUDDENLY LEARNT
            
                   A NEW LANGUAGE

The post "title" refers to a song by Talking Heads, in itself not a spectacular piece of information granted, but that’s not the reason for the post…

The reason for the post is to confirm that old adage that “you learn something new everyday”
I was listening to my Marvellous Mechanical Pod of i (see earlier post with the same name lol) this morning and in its wisdom it decided to randomly play I Zimbra. Now, I probably listened to the song for the first time over 25 yrs ago (that’s a quarter of a century in old money)…(a looooong time) and have no doubt listened to it more times than I care to imagine over the following 25 yrs.

In all that time (and it is lots)…..(of time) I never ever tried to figure out what the song was about or even attempt to understand the lyrics……….. fast forward a quarter of a century and there no exists a wonderful thing called google, so I conducted a little search.

It would appear (and unbeknown to me all this time) that the inspiration for the song was a poem, not just any poem, but a piece of work by a poet called Hugo Ball.

So that’s my 1 newly learnt thing for the day, but it got better. Apparently Hugo Ball was a member of the “Dada” movement, its member’s poetry receiving the name “sound poetry” due to the phonetic basis of the work and the use of the human voice to deliver it....

I have overdone the links in this post (sorry lol) but for those that want it here is the Hugo Ball poem that led to the song I Zimbra ......

 Gadji beri bimba

So that’s another thing learnt today, blimey, who would have thought it………

Leave things alone!

I really should know by now, I should have learnt......

It’s just sooooo very hard to resist, it’s hard not to do it.......


I really need to be more controlled (not controlling lol) I need to have more self control and resist doing it.........


But it’s so difficult...... ARGGGGHHH


I am of course referring to “tinkering” with my blog, fiddling (not while Rome burns)..(maybe the diner lol) although as it may be the last semi warm and dry day for the year (ever the pessimist) it may well be time to give the barbecue its final airing of 2009, distracted myself then thinking of dinner.....

So this fiddling, tinkering, playing with, I’m sure there are many terms (may form the basis of a future post, there’s something to look forward to lol) I had a spare bit of time so decided to, I thought I would play with my widgets, well 1 in particular, the trouble being because I have altered it, the silly thing (me not it) has reset itself, (I don’t mean I have reset myself I mean I’m the silly thing) that’s the technophobe in me, I should have known that if you change its structure/format the counter etc would restart, silly billy........

Some section of this post will be revisited at some time (maybe 10 past 10) but probably not, but at some time in the future (possibly) who knows...........