A non (current) blog

No 94

2011-05-28T19:22:00.003+01:00

AUDIO
Well I did say in the last post there will be a few changes to the blog over the coming weeks. I wasn’t initially planning quite so many or anything quite as drastic but after ~~much~~ (very little in all honesty) deliberation I have decided to finish this blog and post here no more………..

Rather final eh, well no, it’s not really, let me explain.

For a while now I have been thinking of starting a new section in the blog dedicated to a particular thing (cryptic isn’t it) this then developed to me thinking about starting a completely new blog, for the same purpose. In turn, this thought (it can get confusing in my mind believe me lol) developed into starting 2 new blogs, hence where I am at now.

“What are these new blogs and why are you doing it” you must be thinking (what, not even curious?)

Well, the first (although second in relation to me thinking about a new blog/s) will be pretty much a natural progression from this one, a similarly themed blog full of nonsense, pointless ramblings, some occasional humour and maybe just maybe something of interest to someone out there.

The second, well, that will be a specifically themed blog, dedicated to one topic, a rather niche topic that certainly won’t appeal to everyone, unless out of curiosity of course.

As for why I have decided to start 2 new blogs, one of them (the niche one) really needs its own; it would be far too confusing for me (and you) to incorporate it into this one, less fun too :-)

The other one, well after not blogging regularly for a long while then returning to it recently I fancied a change and a thorough revamp so what better way than to start afresh, twice lol.

So I will say goodbye from this blog and maybe see you at the new one(s)

I feel it has been...

2011-05-24T09:18:00.000+01:00

Far too long (not a giraffes neck) I’m sure they are the perfect length, in fact they are, evolution being what it is its understandable they are, no the thing that has been far too long is the time since I last posted or even “tended” to my blog.

Well an awful lot has been happening the past few (or more) months so unfortunately it’s taken something of a back seat, that will change now though and not only will I be posting more frequently (apologies to those that dislike nonsense) but I will also be making some changes to the blog, layout, content etc, not sure what yet (well I have a few ideas) but it will all become clear over the coming weeks (months? lol)

Inappropriate comments

2011-01-26T20:02:00.001Z

Best to look at the picture first then read the comments below, well the second one really, very inappropriate!

There has been a lot in the news recently about inappropriate comments so I thought I would try to be topical, not like a cream, that's applied to the skin, but topical as in, oh never mind..........................

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2011-01-19T19:50:00.001Z

Those crazy Nigerians...............................

I have forgotten how to do it....

2010-12-18T21:51:00.002Z

It's been so long since my last post I have forgotten what ~~you~~ I have to do, mind you, to be fair, I don't think I ever knew, as the pic suggests writing nonsense is fine, I always mange to do that quite adequately (note the understatement) but writing a blog post, I don't know, where does one start.

I guess I should strart by explaining why its been sooooooo long since I posted, ummmm, well, its like this, “stuff” has been happening and more “stuff" is ongoing and other “stuff” is just there in the ether, floating about, waiting to happen, so yes, I have been busy. Why else, let me think..... the weather, that’s it, the weather has made it difficult for me to post anything, oh and the student protests, they have made it difficult too and the kettling, I do love a cuppa so anything kettle related is bound to confuse me, then there is the “wiki leaks” stuff, or is it leeks, where an angry Welshman snitches via a website on his friends for the way they grow/things they do with their national vegetable (its symbolic you know) see, lots has prevented me from posting.

That is all immaterial now though as I am posting, not sure how many posting days before Christmas, not that it matters as nothing will get delivered (apparently) but this post will definitely be posted before the 25th, probably within half hour or so actually, once I have finished rambling (no, not walking, in this weather, with no kettle and students revolting everywhere, plus the leaks/leeks to worry about, I'm not going out, no no no)

Well I will tomorrow, I have to, its a work thing, going to be ridiculously hectic tomorrow too, predominantly as its the last day people can flock to buildings and part with cash to celebrate the birth of the baby Jesus, or should I say, to buy crap they don’t need (nor does the recipient of said crap) because its “that” time of year. So as a result the roads and all journeys made on them will be hideous, especially as there is some white stuff on the ground and the whole area grinds to a halt.

Anyway, on a more positive note, the price of everything has gone up while my wages have been frozen, oops, I said positive didn’t I, silly me.

Believe it or not, the Earth isn't flat, it really isn't, you can sail all the way round it, you don’t just get to the edge of the horizon and fall off, into some strange netherworld, I sidetracked myself than, ooooh a feather just flew up my nose, well it didn’t fly, it wasn’t attached to a bird, it more drifted than flew, got a tickly nose now, sidetracked again, what I was trying to say is, believe it or not I am in a REALLY good mood, I know it seems like I am in a grouchy grumpy moany mood as all I have done is moan, but I'm a happy bunny, which is nice.

Afore I go (to the strange netherworld at the edge of the horizon) or more likely to put the kettle on (for tea, not controlling angry students) I should place a link in this here post, I am sure (but really can't be mithered to check) … (bit of homework for the dear reader if boredom sets in maybe) I have posted it and mentioned it before, funnily enough it was probably around this time last year, give or take a week or so, more take than give, as give would be after Christmas so its less likely.

What, what is it, its a link, didn't I say, but where, where is it, its there, beneath this line of words

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Ok, what, what is it, well, its only my most favouritest Christmas song ever, EVER EVER

Off now, not like bad food, just like going, innit bruv..................

PS Fingers crossed for a nice looking table on Monday :-)

WARNING

2010-11-17T16:39:00.000Z

It should go without saying really, but in case you are unsure of what can happen if you do, read about the Bulgarian gypsy that did................

http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/847267-man-on-drug-rampage-leaves-stabbed-lamb-maimed-father-burnt-farm-and-severed-penis-in-his-wake

See, drugs not good!

Hmmmmm

2010-10-25T20:27:00.000+01:00

Did he (or the production team) not realise???????

Sheikh, shake... Steak, stake... Brake, break

2010-10-05T20:51:00.003+01:00

.....as he did so he looked nervously around the room, were they there for the same reason as him, did they know what he was after, what he had devoted the past 7 years of his life to finding, it didn’t matter, not now, not now he was this close.

His mind wandered briefly, he pondered the enormity of the task ahead, as he did so the auctioneers gavel fell, the crack echoed around the Edwardian room.......

I LIKE WORDS ME

Thers's an App for that!

2010-09-12T19:05:00.000+01:00

Apull has just released a new iPhone app that will tell its user if and when they should kill themselves.
Using patented technology, the app runs an algorithm that incorporates an array of biometric, financial and personal data derived from the user to determine when, why and how they should kill themselves.

"I think this could be a revolutionary new product. By taking the guesswork out of whether someone should commit suicide, thousands of valuable lives may be saved, while thousands more who really should do it might actually rid the world of themselves," remarked Apull spokesman Bertie McSpadden.

According to McSpadden, the app is capable of detecting physical, mental and emotional wellbeing, monitors its user's financial status in real time, analyzes the content of their outgoing text messages, and evaluates their photo and music files to determine the tenability of their continued existence.

"Simply being inarticulate, unattractive, or poor is unlikely to issue a suicide prompt, regardless of how uneducated, repulsive or insolvent you are," McSpadden explained, "Any combination of those three, depending on the degree, might however trigger the app."

Other factors that would contribute to a suicide prompt include prolonged attention paid to football news sites for an underperforming club, listening to Morrissey albums, taking photos of mundane household objects or unattractive family members and spending all damn day using your f@cking phone, said McSpadden.

The new suicide app also features satellite navigation designed to assist its user by providing directions to nearby bridges, tall buildings and railroad tracks.

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Of course the above is untrue and not something that has been suggested by either Apull or any other similarly named company, it is purely meant to illustrate how everyone loves a gadget on their phone and can become hopelessly addicted to using them, in a tongue in cheek way.

I should also add that suicide is not an advisable course of action for anyone!

I shouldn't have to make either comment as its common sense but thought it best to :-)

It's a bit late

2010-09-10T23:07:00.001+01:00

To wish anyone a happy Christmas (2009) or even a happy Easter (2010) thankfully that isn't what I meant, I mean its a bit late (at night) to be posting, not for those that are night owls, party goers, shift workers (been there done that) or insomniacs granted. But for one's that love their bed as much as me (mmmm bed) then it is.

I am sure I have mentioned in previous post/s how much I love my bed, I'm sure I have, have I, I don’t know, I'm too tired too tell, I would look and provide a convenient link, but its too late, beds are good though, blimey are they, I truly love mine :-)

Got the whole weekend off too, which is nice, more bed time :-)

So why am I posting so late, if I knew I would say, should be tucked up in bed really (mmmm bed) but I needed to be up till just after 11 anyway for a particular reason and I also needed to have the laptop on (for the same reason) so I thought why not write some nonsense, it will be a rarity I can assure you (late night posts, not nonsense, obviously), ooh its gone 11 I can go do what I had to, then I can get under my quilt and get cosy, WOO HOO :-)

(p.s. my bear looks nothing like that lol)

Why?

2010-09-05T11:43:00.000+01:00

Lots of “whys” actually………….

I was going to comment on many aspects of that disturbing clip, but it would take too long, far too long :-(

That will learn him!

2010-08-31T21:07:00.002+01:00

Now I'm not one to be troubled by things with 8 legs, granted if I saw that cat approaching it would freak me out greatly but I'm guessing its a photo shop job and not a real cat.... is it? (joking)

But I know people are troubled by them, 8 legged things, spiders in particular, as opposed to octopi, squids and related arachnids, I know one person that really really is and funnily enough I was talking today, with said person and someone else and the two of them were comparing ways of getting rid of spiders.

They both said they use hair spray, deodorant and various other aerosols on them, we all chuckled about how the spiders look nice and smell lovely afterwards, all seemed quite harmless, not for the poor spider obviously, but surely no harm can come to a human from doing such a thing.....

THINK AGAIN

?? ??

2010-08-29T21:20:00.003+01:00

I was pondering on whether to write anything or just leave the post in purely visual form, I decided not to, write anything, you will have to decipher it yourself!

(ok so I did write something, derrrrrrr)

(but I have given no explanation, nor shall I, maybe in a future post, but not in this one)

Soppy Head!

2010-08-21T21:48:00.001+01:00

As opposed to the stress head that my last post refereed to.

Work related things are still a tad stressful but at the moment I don't really care as I have now lost the stress head and replaced it with a soppy head.

I guess its not really a soppy head, more of a contented, happy and looking forward to the future head, not the Futureheads (love this song)...(and this is a cracking acoustic version) also love many songs by the wonderful Kate Bush who did the original, if I had to choose a favourite (and I know you are expecting me to) I would say its this one, but most if not all of her stuff is excellent, old and new. I may well have mentioned before in a previous post, memory goes as you age apparently, I think thats what I was told anyway. (just listened to the cloudbusting track as I was typing this, WOW, forgot how truly awesome it is)....(good video too, brings a tear to the eye, well does me lol, but then I did say I had a soppy head on)

Gone off track a bit haven’t I, apologies, well it has been a funny week or so, a sort of funny day too but not necessarily in a bad way, puts things into perspective though and reinforces how bright the future is (gotta wear shades) …. (couldn't resist another link, after all, I am clearly overdoing it with them)

Probably rambled enough now, but then its never stopped me before, well it has, but it wont now, think I have a bit more rambling left in me for today.

Isn't nature a marvellous thing, in many many ways, but I refer to the pic at the start of the post, anything that can produce something so wonderfully beautiful (as in nature) surely qualifies as a marvellous thing. The pic itself is of Tupai and I found it (I don't mean I discovered it, that was James Cook in 1769 (well he was the first European anyway) although I do wish I had found it, long overdue a holiday and what a wonderful place to go while on one (a holiday) going by its appearance I would think it would be an ideal honeymoon venue too (although I shouldn't imagine its habitable by the look of it, who knows, let me know if you find out, thanks)

As I was saying, I found it (although I didn't, obviously) embedded in this article published in Feb, it contains lots of other lovely heart shaped places too, like I said, its a marvellous thing nature, and love, well heart shaped things in general really, especially if you have a soppy head on :-)

Stress Head!

2010-08-17T19:27:00.000+01:00

I'm not normally a stress head, I know someone who is, he can be very much mr stress head, its become something of a standing joke actually, although in saying that he has got better as he has got older, I guess we all (most of us) mellow with age, as opposed to wrinkle with age, which is something we definitely all do (botox/surgery lovers excluded) but I'm not here to talk about him, it wouldn't be fair, OK, maybe another day.....

So why am I a tad, wee, tiny bit of a stress head, well, its like this.....

It's ok don't panic, I'm not going to bore you with it, it's all work related anyway and as much as I love my work (as mentioned before) it can, just sometimes, get a bit too stressful (as most if not all work can at times I know) and today (and the last few days) is (has been) one of those times for me, but just knocking this quick post up has helped already, as did speaking to a good friend earlier, all I need to do now is have a lovely bath, plenty of tea, interspersed randomly with chocolate and I will be back on an even keel again :-)

Thanks for listening :-)

Fancy That!

2010-08-13T20:40:00.000+01:00

Two posts, in two days, granted, neither are about flowers or chocolate (or fence posts) although I do ADORE chocolate (and know someone that feels the same about flowers) but it's still two posts in two days.

The purpose of the post, well, I just wanted to share a link..............

THIS ONE

Rather quick work by Super Mario, given it was only officially announced a few hours ago, clever graphics at the start too, could be an interesting 9 or 10 months :-)

Chuckle Time (not chucklevision)

2010-08-12T22:00:00.001+01:00

So, I was laying there, in the bath, I do like a bath, that’s a lie, I do LOVE a bath, shower in the morning, bath at night, got to have a system, when the above song blasted out on Planet Rock (one of the best DAB stations I might add, although many are good)...(sure I have mentioned it before in a previous post) and I had a little chuckle to myself a little chuckle about the song, well its title and chorus line, but that’s another story.....

That was a rather large paragraph wasn't it, I will try to keep this one shorter, but by adding that bit I have already wasted words I didn't need. Anyway, there I was, laying amongst the bubbles, listening to the above track (while chuckling for certain reasons) and I thought to myself, they really weren't so bad were they, Queen, the first album I bought when a wee me was Queen Live Killers and upon said album was probably one of my favourite live tracks (this is part 2 of said track, yes its long but so worth listening to it all), although in saying that and as daft as it sounds, when I was younger I didn’t really rate them as much as I do now, the fickleness of yoof.

Two long paragraphs, this will be shorter I assure you as I have nothing more to say for now, goodly byedly :-)

I feel let down

2010-08-08T19:04:00.001+01:00

I really do, it’s terrible, well maybe that’s a slight over exaggeration, ok, a major exaggeration, but it is annoying.

I should explain realy shouldn’t I.

As anyone that has read previous posts will know I sometimes put a link into the post to a song on You Tube (you tube) and that’s what I planned to do with this post, a song about a monkey with its tail, that’s actually the name of the song, monkey with your tail.

So I trundled off to You Tube (you tube) to find said song and I couldn’t, found the lyrics (if you are interested) and also a small snippet of said song on a different site but couldn’t actually find the song, as I said, I feel let down.

On a side note, well sort of, its still monkey related (bless the little monkeys) I wanted a pic to accompany the post of a sad monkey (it sort of made sense really) and the one I found ^^^^^ up there^^^^^ was one of the first, as much as it’s a good colour top (anything that shade of blue is good) I will state categorically that I do not condone the dressing of monkeys in clothing, or the placing of them in play pens, if it were cold maybe a jumper would be ok (as long as its blue) but it clearly isn’t cold as the monkey is indoors, I’m joking, a jumper wouldn’t be fine at all, monkeys are not little humans, although a program I watched last year would suggest that some (American) people believe they are, very strange program, very strange people…….

Before I go (and I will shortly) I did manage to find this song by the same group that does mention a chimpanzee in it, not the song I wanted but on a Sunday a compromise has to be reached around such matters I think :-)

Momentous Moment (maybe not)

2010-07-30T21:51:00.000+01:00

Firstly I would like to draw your attention to to the triple m's in the title post, it would have been 4 (thus making it all m's) but I could not think if a word similar to not that starts with the letter m, right, that’s that bit out the way.

Nextly I would like to mention the image, I was trying to find something with “arrived” in the image and google images have changed their search result thingmybob (think it will take some getting used to technophobe that I am) and the best I could find in my rushed state was that one.

I am neither a new born (nor have one) nor do I currently use a ~~pacifier~~ suck a dummy, going off topic, that is such an awful term, a pacifier, sends a shiver down the spine, I did used to suck my thumb when a small me but didn't have a ~~pacifier~~ dummy (I think, will have to check with good old mum)...(bless mums, aren’t they lovely)....(going off topic again sorry)

So you are stuck with the image, can I get to the point of the post now, thank you.

I have been spouting drivel, nonsense and random mutterings for nearly 11 months now and in all of my 76 posts I have yet to receive a, ummm, not sure what to call it, a spam comment?

I don’t mean someone talking about chopped pork and ham (believe it or not spam actually has its own official website and fan club, ho hum I digress, again) I mean someone posting a comment that’s sole purpose is to advertise another site/thing.

Well, that’s all changed now, I recently had a visitor from Mumbai (not to my house to the blog) who left such a comment (hence I've arrived), I was going to publish it for humour value but I adamantly (2 drummers) refuse to encourage the buggers, spammers, not people from Mumbai so I didn’t!

That is all :-)

Your heart goes out to them

2010-07-12T18:30:00.002+01:00

I guess one of the things that separates us (humans) from animals (except the empathy bear, obviously) is the ability to recognises another’s plight, turmoil, hardship and misfortune, then act accordingly.......

CLICK HERE

The poor mites, you have to feel for them, I feel for them, it must be an awful way to have to live...............

He did well to last so long

2010-07-09T20:45:00.002+01:00

I am not even going to begin to try and fathom what the product is that the accompanying pic advertises, I guess at this time year when the temperature rises and it gets ~~bloody~~ hot such a product could be of use, thankfully though I have never been one for hats, chavvy baseball caps, or any headwear at all, the odd helmet now and again but that’s a different story for another day.

As I said I’m sure if covering your head is your chosen desire then it’s the perfect product, after all it controls sweat, stains and odor (surely they mean odour) what a wonderful image that conjures?

So after spending nearly a century of words on the topic I wasn’t going to talk about I will move on to the point of the post, I only found the pic by chance as I was looking for something headline related in google images and that’s what popped up, why did I want something headline related, well, let me tell you.

A while ago I posted about an article that had a rather unfortunately named author, this time I’m posting about an article that has a rather unfortunate headline, the author’s name is fine, if not a little, well...... moving on.

The article I refer to is this one I’m quite sure Gene ~~Genie~~ Cherry must have know what they were doing when they wrote such a headline for the piece, although in saying that the Cherry one probably had nothing to do with the headline, someone else no doubt sat in their office sniggering away at their handiwork while the Genester was none the wiser until the following day when it was published, oh how they all chuckled.............

Another non football post

2010-07-03T12:02:00.000+01:00

Ok, maybe a bit :-)

I feel.............

2010-06-30T21:02:00.002+01:00

I absolutely adore this site, I only stumbled upon it because someone visited my blog as a result of being directed here by one my own “feelings” that ended up floating around in the interweb ether. As a result I visited the referring source and was hooked.

This link explains more about the site but I would suggest (although obviously do what you want) just having a look and a little play around, it’s quite voyeuristic in a way, but in a very soft fluffy harmless way, also rather addictive. Once you have had a good read (or not) just go here and start exploring.

I’m sure many of you know of the site already (I’m always the last to catch on or find out lol) but for those that don’t I hope you enjoy it, whichever of the movements you immerse yourself in :-)

Do my eyes deceive me?

2010-06-28T17:23:00.002+01:00

Another non football post I'm afraid, I do love an optical illusion :-)

"jumpers for goalposts"

2010-06-27T11:35:00.000+01:00

I have been vehemently avoiding any football related posts over the past few weeks and will continue to do so.

Bingo, you know, the game with the balls and the cards and the numbers, yes, bingo.

Seven o blind 70, is the sort of thing they say, is it seven o or seven 0, should be nought really but that’s mixing numbers and letters and you know what they say about not mixing your, oh no, that’s drinks isn’t it.

Anyway, this is the 70th post (who would have thought it) and is not football related in anyway :-)

Love in a pencil case........

2010-06-24T19:35:00.003+01:00

As opposed to an elevator (like the song)

Not that this post is about the song or the group that sang it.

To be honest I’m not really too sure what this post is about, well I have an idea, I think the clue is in the title, I’m just not sure where it’s heading.

Role play, not everyone’s cup of tea is it (mmmmmmmmmmm tea) and I’m referring to the type that occurs on various training events and teaching sessions the length and breadth of the land, not the type practiced by grownups when they are feeling a bit risqué.

That’s what I was doing today and where the pencil case fits in (the former not latter) it (the stuff I was doing today)...(and tomorrow)...(and part of last week and part of next too) follows on from something I was doing earlier in the year and did (sort of) mention in a post (or two) at the time (although only randomly)

Anyway, this pencil case, I need to get to the point now, I keep distracting myself and I want to have a bath (not because of the contents of the pencil case or the events of the day, just because I’m about ready to start settling and chilling for the night)

So, this pencil case, the one with love in it, well I don’t know if it did have (of) love in it, it may have, I didn’t put any love in it (well it wasn’t mine it wouldn’t be right) but it distracted me, I’m easily distracted (I know, that’s shocked you hasn’t it) and the one in the pic is not the one in question, the one in question was in somebody’s bag and I don’t think it looked too much like that one, it may have (of) it isn’t important how it looked, its more the fact it was a pencil case.

It caught my eye while I was “in role” and caused me to have an intrusive thought which in turn led me to laugh out loud, but it’s ok, the role I was playing meant I could get away with such an action, so all’s well that ends well eh, bath time :-)

(been a bracket excess in this post, not for the first time, my apologies)

Now I get it

2010-06-13T10:01:00.002+01:00

It makes sense; it was another trilogy wasn’t it, now I get it, although at least the thing in the last pic has a mouth, a particular viscous one granted (some mouths can be) but at least it’s there......

And the complaint, it was a complaint about having no eyes or ears or nose etc wasn’t it, quite right too, he (she? Hard to tell, lacking in not only facial features) has every right to complain, I would be if I were in such a situation, although the mitten hands must be cosy in the winter, oh no they aren’t mittens are they, just fingerless, poor fella (laydeee) innit tho...............

Right I’m off to sell lucky heather, laterz bruv...............

I don't understand

2010-06-09T21:10:00.000+01:00

I‘m sorry but I don’t, if I did understand I would openly say I understand, but I don’t understand so I can’t say that, what is it I don’t understand, well, I don’t understand that last post, the one that had a pic of a man with no face or fingers making a complaint, what’s that all about................

I would like to make a complaint!

2010-06-06T22:39:00.000+01:00

Thank you for listening.......................................................

there's something about.....

2010-05-23T18:42:00.003+01:00

Bert (again) you still thought I was going to say Mary didn't you, you really must keep up

I have never compiled as trilogy of posts, over 3 (obviously, it’s a trilogy) consecutive days, all with the same theme, well I hadn’t until now.

I hereby declare the final chapter (ok a bit of a poor description) of posts commencing and very shortly finishing, I may well not post again for eons (not the power supply company)...(I certainly won’t be posting for them) equally I may post again tomorrow, we just can’t tell at this stage.

Like yesterdays post, today’s starts with a pic of the person in question, Bert (I told you yesterday they sometimes have male names) he is the other (older) part of the swap that this “trilogy of posts has been about.

What can I say about Bert, well today not much, grrrrrrrr, he has been naughty today, its ok, he hasn’t really, it’s not his fault, he is old.

When I picked him up last week he drove back from his previous home faultlessly (nearly 300 miles) as he has done since then, going to work on the odd occasion, pootling (yes it is a word in my world) around and generally making his presence now, until today.

I was planning to post about him today anyway, I had to, he is the final part of the trilogy, I just didn’t think I would be dissing him innit, not that I am, as I said it’s not his fault he old, today he planned to have a new set of wheels fitted (next weekend is a new exhaust and some other work done, alas today the wheels didn’t get fitted, he had poorly brakes and it was all I could do to get him (and me)....(and my daughter) home safely.

After getting all dirty and finding out what was wrong it transpired to be nothing big (aside from having very limited brakes which is of course quite a big thing) what I mean is it is nothing big to fix, if you have the bit you need, not always the case on a Sunday, so he will sit on the drive until next weekend when I can begin his transformation in earnest (on the subject of Ernest, he was another car, I think, he was something vehicular anyway)

So that is the story of Linda, Bert and the swap shop that bought them together though ultimately separated them, they spent a brief time together in North Wales though, it was a touching moment, it’s ok, I’m going now but there will be more about Bert, possibly much more, after all I need to paint him in a better light, have done him no favours with this post, thankfully he doesn’t have internet access so I can hopefully post a more positive (not that it’s been too negative) post in the near future, before he gets his internet connection sorted out ................

there's something about.....

2010-05-22T21:37:00.002+01:00

.......Linda, you thought I was going to say Mary again didn't you :-)

So did you watch it, Breakfast with Jon Kay and Susanna Reid, BBC1 at 09.30, oh do keep up lol, its ok I didn’t either, that was never the point anyway, I explained that in yesterdays post

Been a lovely day hasn’t it, perfect for spending time doing something really wonderful and most enjoying, with the knowledge that many more (a plethora in fact) similar days and fun times will be had in the future, what do you mean I’m waffling and should get to the point, ok, fair comment, I was just teasing and delaying the info about her, Linda...........

So, Linda, who, what, why etc etc, well, all will be revealed in this post, not saying it will make sense, but just like an eager flasher in a park full of tourists, all will be revealed, apologies, a rather poor analogy.

Well, Linda is the object in the pic at the start of the post, she is the old thing that formed part of the swap (though not the even older thing that formed the other part) I have had a love of Lambretta’s and Vespa’s since I was a wee monkey (young) and choosing to part with one was not an easy decision, thankfully she was one of a few and alas didn’t get much use, certainly not as much as she should, so the decision was made to let her go........

Suppose I should explain why Linda before I finish the post shouldn’t I, well she is green, as in Linda Green and at the time I acquired her and started restoring her the television program of the same name was about, hence the name and no, I don’t know why mechanical things (cars, bikes, scooters etc) tend to be called she, they don’t all, I have had some that have been male, predominantly female though, I think I should go now, goodbye.

there's something about.....

2010-05-21T22:17:00.002+01:00

.......Bert, you thought I was going to say Mary didn't you :-)

I should start by saying that I’m not suggesting you watch BBC1 at 09.30 tomorrow (no idea what’s on then anyway) I’m equally not saying you shouldn’t, it’s your choice, you watch what you want when you want on whatever channel, it’s not my place to decide that for you or even attempt to influence it.

The reason for the image is not the BBC1 at 09.30 bit, it’s the swap shop bit, I’m not referring to the program of the same name either (although the image relates to that) I’m referring to the act of swapping things.

Not done it before, well maybe small things when younger and of school age, action man equipment, toy cars etc etc, but nothing big and not as an adult, until last week that is.

I have a few passions in my life, well several actually, but said swap involved two of them, I swapped my children for chocolate, I’m joking, I didn’t really (though they are two of my several passions in life, my children and chocolate I mean) no I swapped old things, one old thing for another, even older thing, but the even older thing had 4 wheels and the less older thing only had 2 so it’s not all bad.

It’s not all bad at all actually, I’m actually rather chuffed, very chuffed and happy in fact :-)

A rather mysterious post thus far, apologies (or not) for that, alas it will remain mysterious for now because I’m not going into more detail about its content this time, maybe next time, so for now the Bert relevance (and the Linda relevance, who until now hadn’t been mentioned) remains a mystery to all but a few..........

If the hat fits......

2010-05-09T12:25:00.004+01:00

I did promise that my next post would be an explanation of the “hat” comments left on another blog, so it will be.....

Not the next post, this post.

Many moons ago I spent a week in Birmingham (near to Cadbury World, mmmmmmmmmm) on a training course and during said course we (about 26 ish of us) were put into small groups (of 4 or 5) and all given hats.

The scenario was that we were a team and had been invited to an award ceremony but only had 2 tickets, between us we had to decide who were the best people to go, who would like to go, who wouldn’t etc.

On the hats (the person didn’t see what was on their own) was a little bit about them personality wise, e.g. “I’m a natural leader and good organiser” --- “I’m quite shy and don’t like social events so don’t want to go”—I’m a real party type and love such occasions so definitely want to attend” – “I’m sensible and organised but not worried if I go or not” etc etc (there was more info re personality and temperament etc but I can’t remember as I have slept since then)

Initially it is all quite a jolly wheeze (not sure how that saying crept in) but as it went on it became quite unusual, almost disconcerting, especially if your “hat” doesn’t match your own personality (which invariably it didn’t) as you find yourself starting to act and react differently, as people see and treat you differently, all very confusing.

It becomes a real internal conflict as you are forced to change the way you are to fit in with the way you are treated, you then start to think, what if this is how I am anyway and how others see me, maybe I have been wrong all this time, why do I act the way I do, think the way I think, is it because its inherently me or is it a reaction to those around me...... very deep lol.

That’s that covered, well hats do that don't they, cover.......

On a separate (though slightly linked) topic, I was talking to someone the other day about a story I wrote many years ago, only a short one and very much based on a song by one of my favourite bands, I have linked to the song here and to the lyrics here, for those that are mildly curious. Basically it’s about a guy that changes his appearance to fit his personality, or does his personality change to fit his appearance, as I said, slightly similar to the hat scenario.

I’m going now, not sure whether to change my hat or my face, or both, or neither, on second thoughts I will leave it as it is, I actually really like me :-)

I am afraid to say that........................

2010-05-03T18:07:00.004+01:00

Not that I have been underground I hasten to add, well I have, on tours of mines etc but not often, nor regularly and I certainly haven’t been underground like the ~~person~~ thing in the picture, besides I don’t have a hand that looks poorly, I know someone with a claw hand.

I don’t mean as in the style I posted about many moons ago, I jumped topic there didn’t I, I don’t really know someone with a claw hand, I said it for effect, best jump topic again.

BOOOINGGGG

It’s nice to be back in the world of the tinterweb, not sporadically, I mean full time, doesn’t mean I will post more, doesn’t mean they will be at all interesting, but at least the potential and opportunity is there now, wooohoooo.

I’m going to go now, things to see, stuff to do, things to catch up with, things, things, things..... it's lovely to be back, apologies for those that read or look at the blog though, it means a return to nonsense and drivel to gaze upon..... hey ho, there is always the off switch..................................

:-)

p.s. I said my next post would be about something else on another blog but this was a welcome back "me" post, the next one will be the one planned previously, confused, same here

Sporadically Littered

2010-04-18T09:36:00.002+01:00

Firstly I must quickly say that the picture accompanying this post is a little creepy, I probably should have said before anyone saw it, oh well, never mind :-)

I guess some may not find it that way at all, but I think there is something about it that a little unnerving, could be the boy's large eye, could be many things in fact, I was looking for a pic related to frustration and came across it, as soon as I saw it I thought, yep, that's the one............

So why frustration, well I am STILL without laptop (as previously mentioned) hence the title of the post, because for now (and bloomin ages prior to now) my posts (and any internet activity) is very much sporadically littered.

Unlike all that imaginary ash in the sky that has bought the UK to a standstill, I say imaginary, obviously its not, its just that I have seen nothing of it at all in the air (yes I know I'm not hundreds of feet in the sky) but apparently some have reported it much lower, nor have I on the ground, so to me its imaginary, if it cant see it, it doesn't exist, the world is flat and if I cover my eyes and cant see you it means you cant see me, simples.

Before I vanish (cant be on here long as the people that look after me here and keep me safe don't like me touching the buttons too much, apparently it might cause me to get electrickery in my body and it isn't mine to touch) I want to share a link with you, a link to a BBC article, a link to a BBC article that made me laugh, I laugh a lot now, when I can I share it, when I can use the magical box in the corner and get on the interweb...............................

Freshly ground what

Thats naughty, I'm telling................

Sometimes, just sometimes.........

2010-04-03T18:33:00.000+01:00

Recently its been a bit more than sometimes actually, it is good, when things seem positive and start to fall into place and its only half time, plus its Easter so mega amounts of chocolate around, I could be speaking too soon and tempting fate...... no, even if it finished 6-5 life would still be good :-)

Dixon of Dock Daffodil

2010-03-28T17:51:00.001+01:00

Well have you, answers on a postcard please.

I haven't personally, not a person or a dog or a tiger or a bear, or even a snake come to think of it, that's not to say I wouldn't though, surely most people would wouldn't they, would they, I don't know, I'm confused.

The only reason I put the picture up is to mark the special occasion today, its a public holiday in Libya (on a Sunday?) apparently its evacuation day, British evacuation day (as opposed to Italian evacuation day)......(that is on the 7th October) something to look forward to eh :-)

I'm going to make a cup of tea now, that's nice, I thought so yes, twas only a short post while I had the opportunity to do so, laptop les is still in the house so posting is sporadic, unlike evacuations in Libya. obviously....................................................

By any other name

2010-03-26T09:48:00.003Z

I refer to the name of the author in this article (a genuine journalist and not made up) although given the content and subject matter of the story he is reporting on, you can't help but feel they could have chosen a more suitably named (or certainly a less insensitively or innapropriately named) person to cover it.

I'm not going to go into the where's and whys of the story itself or the accompanying scandal that appears to be unfolding related to it, I have witnessed the fun that can ensue when one dares to have an opinion and has the audacity to publish it on a “personal” blog.

I have been reading with great interest certain comments on a fellow bloggers blog when they posted about something and voiced an opinion, some folk clearly don't like opinions (as you can see by an anonymous comment lol), you find objectors do tend to be anonymous, strange that :-)

People that criticise via comments etc remind me very much of those that complain about TV programs. “I am utterly disgusted, I watched 2 hours of the program and not once was I entertained, it was awful and the language was appalling”.................. DONT WATCH THEN! or TURN IT OFF AND DONT LOOK IF YOU DONT LIKE IT.

Surely its common sense???????????????

Laptop Les

2010-03-19T09:45:00.005Z

I'm not actually referring to that dodgy bloke that happens to know someone that knows someone that works for a company that dispose of old laptops “but its alright guvnor, its all straight up and kosher, no snide stuff here” no, I don't mean that laptop Les.

I mean laptop less, see, there was an s missing, don't you hate it when you lose an s, well, maybe not always, maybe sometimes it can be a good thing when s goes away, I'm sure you all have your own examples, I can think of one straight away.

Picture the scene, in a crowded bedroom a clutch of ~~spotty ner do wells~~ teenagers put the finishing touches to a song they wrote (and perform) they send said song off to an A and R man for a big record company, he subsequently gets back to them with the immortal words “that's got hit written all over it” …...... how glad were they that s had gone missing, very I imagine.

Back to the point, I am currently without laptop and having to snatch online time sporadically when it makes itself available to me, hence the infrequency of my posts (and publishing of/replies to comments)....(sorry) rest assured though, it wont be like this forever, so if you are one of the unfortunate ones that has stumbled across this blog of nonsense I'm afraid to say you will have to endure more, well you don't have to, obviously :-)

please insert title

2010-03-04T18:03:00.002Z

I was talking to someone today (not that first time I have done that, obviously, nor is it the first time I have used such words in a post, hmmmmm a pattern is emerging, it’s ok, It isn’t really, only joking)

To get to the point, head towards the sharp bit on the end, apparently, either way, it’s different to the other bit, the bit on the other side, the inaccessible side, near the market stall, does that make sense, no?

GOOD.

So this hereby aforementioned personable people type person mentioned how they need to be busy and get them self moving, they wanted to “liven up them self” were the words they used, I looked, smiled and thought of the above song.

It’s always nice when someone says something or an event occurs that reminds you of a song you had forgotten about, happy days indeed, well it took my mind off my Birmingham stresses, albeit briefly lol :-)

I'm still like Ivor, but.............

2010-03-02T18:21:00.005Z

OMG
MY POOR HEAD

Although I am still relatively happy, my poor head isn't (which contravenes the workplace happiness act (apparently) ... (didn’t know there was such an act until I read the text at the bottom the pic )

Although it’s slightly inaccurate, as I have previously mentioned, in relation to work things I’m normally happy and in relation to non work things I’m currently still like Ivor, so I am happy, I’m just fast approaching exploding head syndrome, I’m hoping I can allay it, at least for a while, I quite attached to my head, by my neck actually.

I don’t think it will explode, it just feels it due to the intensity of what its being put through and trying to learn at the moment, I should have told my boss I don’t want to go to Birmingham..... as opposed to the Elvis Costello tune I don’t want to go to Chelsea, well who would, heard they may be a philanderer roaming the pitch, still, Saturday was an enjoyable day :-)

Anyway I digress (nothing new there) .... (it’s a good tune though).... so Birmingham, hmmmmmm, nice place, hard training course, the end, well I have another presentation to prepare, I can’t sit here chatting to you can I dear reader/s

I'm like Ivor

2010-02-27T22:35:00.001Z

It's nice to be happy, I like being happy :-)

One potato, Two potato, Three potato, Four..........

2010-02-25T18:19:00.003Z

Five potato, Six Potato............ Im sure you get the gist by now :-)

I have been writing nonsense and spraying these pages with it for several months now and I thought it was about time I posted a sensible piece, something informative, educational, mature and responsible and as a result this post will focus on the Irish potato famine or to give it its correct title the “Great Famine”

As the post develops it will cover not only the causes of the famine (e.g. potato blight) and the subsequent effect this had on the economy and people of Ireland but I will also look at potato dependency in general and ultimately the role the "humble spud" played within the population at the time.

I should point out before I start that the Great Famine of Ireland, although resulting from the humble potato should not be confused with the “Potato War” which was something entirely different.

I think it will allow a more accurate picture of events leading up to the famine to unfold if I...........

Sorry, I have bored myself now.......

Least I’m honest......

That’s not to suggest that either subject is boring (particularly the former) I just don’t think this is the correct forum to explore them, so I won’t.

So, is it a magical city, Birmingham I mean, is Paul Daniels the patron Saint, does Debbie McGhee hold a seat on the local council, well I doubt it no, certainly not in the Birmingham pictured ^^^ up there, it’s in Alabama, (oooooooooooohh excellent, I can make a tenuous link to a classic song) not Sweet Home Alabama ( how incredibly good was the Old Grey Whistle Test), just Alabama.

Why is there a picture of Birmingham Alabama at the start of the post and what does it have to do with Debbi McGhee, well I’m going there, not the Alabama one alas (yet) but the UK one (well its only a few hours away and I can’t think of a better place to go for the week)....(ok I can but I can’t)...(go there I mean, I HAVE to be in the UK one) still it’s not all bad, the place I’m staying at is right near Cadbury World, mmmmmmmmmmmmm chocolate :-)

The Debbie McGhee bit, no idea, its lost me totally, I’m going to go and have some toast under beans now, well its better than tickling otters with a stuffed marmoset surely.

Snow Joke

2010-02-19T20:01:00.001Z

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 said I would so I am!

Finally cover something in the revisit list I mean.

Well not just anything in the list but the “lemony things” thing, as I said I would in my last post.

So, where to start, well, I absolutely LOVE all things lemony, I really do, cake/pudding/sweet thing wise, mmmmmmm ,lemony :-)

Thank you for listening............

What?

You expected more?

Life can be a bugger sometimes can’t it.

While I’m on the subject of disappointment (lets be honest, as revisit posts go it’s quite a let down) I guess now is an appropriate time to insert something, here goes.............

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/olympic_games/vancouver_2010/alpine_skiing/8521121.stm

(its a link, can you tell, click on it, go on, I dare you, click on it, click on it then press the "full sceen" button)

See, it isn’t only revisit posts that can be a disappointing let down, how do you think she feels, trained for years, the whole world (well bits of it) watching, her family and friends no doubt in the crowd and and and ooooops

No wonder she stayed down for so long, I wouldn’t have rushed to get up either, I’m sure you can see the snow melt around her, not in a ground open up and swallow her (which she desperately wanted I imagine) style, but in a so red with embarrassment my cheeks are melting the snow, way.

Even the commentator at the end of the piece has difficulty stifling a little chuckle, poor thing, her not him, well both, or neither, I don’t know, its not down to me, byeeeeeeeeeeeeee

( ps, how observant of you to notice, I know I only did the "lemony" part of the revisiting and not the "alcohol" part, I will do that another time, maybe)

Have your cake and eat it........ 2 (the return of the sweet stuff)

2010-02-12T20:03:00.002Z

Well ~~all~~ most sequels have some sort of silly tag line don’t they, they cant be satisfied with just adding a number (2 for example) so I emulated said sequel titles and added my own silly tag line.

Not that this post is a sequel, just the post title (well the first part) the post its related to (this one) has nothing to do with this one at all, well there is one shared element, a picture of a cake, but other than that no similarity at all.

This post would be better associated with this one, after all, they DO share much more of a similarity.

So what is this post about then, we I have already ascertained it is nothing to do with one post (bar the shared picture of a cake) and something more to do with another post.

Shall I tell you, shall I put ~~you~~ me out the misery that this post is undoubtedly brining already, ok then....

ITS THE 5OTH POST

That is all........................

Actually that’s not all, far from it in fact, well it wouldn’t be like me to not aimlessly ramble away a bit would it, so I will.

I’m not going to go on about the whole 50th post thing (far too uninteresting) but I will witter away about some other nonsense for a bit.

When looking for the image for the post (I’m sure I have as much fun doing that as writing them sometimes) I found loads of suitable ones, but couldn’t resist the one I chose as it’s a lemon cake and as previously mentioned I adore anything lemony. It made sense to go with that one because I keep promising I will revisit an old topic and as one of them is all things of a lemon nature, I will make sure (hopefully) the next post that appears here will definitely (hopefully) be a revisit post related to a things of a lemony nature :-)

As a side note and before I finish I guess I should post a link to the purveyor of cakes from whom I ~~stole~~ got the image Venus Cakes, after all I have no wish to be accused of theft, far too much has been said on that topic recently and it's time to move on. Funnily enough (or not depending on your sense of humour) of all the places in the entire world they could be they are actually located not too far from me, small world eh, no, it’s bloomin massive, why do people say that????????????

I’m going to go now before I get started on another annoying topic and no it’s not going on the revisit list, for one the revisit list is getting to big anyway and b (and more importantly)....(see how I mixed my listings then, annoying isn’t it) a post that tried to cover why people say certain things, like “ its a small world” would be almost endless and 3 (got to keep mixing those listing styles) I have already posted something of a similar (in a loose association styleeee innit) nature anyway, more than once.

When is a post not a post...........

2010-02-05T22:50:00.003Z

Post 1:

I was initially going to publish (ooh get me, publishing lol) I mean “put up on this ere site” a very short post along the lines of..... I was going to post tonight as I really fancied it but don’t feel particularly inspired or artistic? (as if) so I probably wont......... and leave it at that, but...

Post 2:

Whenever I post anything I like to find an accompanying image, quite often not something that could be associated immediately with the post title or content, but if you dig deep enough there invariably IS a link, somewhere, sometimes incredibly obvious, more often than not rather bizarre and abstract but it’s always there.

So I sought to find an image to accompany my very brief and incredibly short post that said.... “I was going to post tonight as I really fancied it but don’t feel particularly inspired or artistic? (as if) so I probably wont”..... as that is what I had planned for my original short and very brief post.

Post 3:

My search criteria for said image was indifference, it seemed appropriate, given the vagueness and lack of inspiration or artistic? (as if) foundation that the post was built on, so I typed in said word (indifference) and ploughed through the images that I was presented with. I often look for pages and ages (yes I know what I said there and no it wasn’t a typo) to find a “suitable” image, however, due to my lackadaisical approach to the post and planned briefness and even indifference, I didn’t do that this time, preferring to settle for a 2 page limit, you cant beat a 2 page limit, especially when you are feeling indifferent or lackadaisical.

Post 4:

Its not actually post 4, just like the previous three haven’t been post’s 1 2 and 3, I don’t know why I said it, I’m sorry, I think it was an indifference thing going on, it really is just one post, I wont pretend otherwise.....

Anyway, I looked for a suitable “indifferent” image and found this one first ...................................................

The image appeared before the one I actually used and I was very tempted to use it, as the "lead image" not only for its title “deliberate indifference” I mean indifference itself is good (for a post like this) but deliberate indifference, well, that’s even better surely, but also because the image itself, with the shadows etc is very good, it works, on many levels, but I didn’t, use it I mean, but then you know that, you have seen the one I did.

Post 5: aka final post, last post, il endo (sorry, watching The Godfather as I write this lol)...(although that probably sounds more Hispanic than Italian, but then I was never good at languages at school, struggle with English to be honest, innit)

Anyroad up, the image I plumped on was the one you see, like it or loathe it matters not to me, its there for reasons I can’t explain, its an image that’s embedded, an image ingrained, if the image you see, is one you like, well, that’s good then isn’t it.

Post 6: (I lied, 5 wasn’t the last one)

I normally spoil you with links and further information about things included or mentioned within a post, but not this time, if you want to know more about Frank Wu (I know I do, actually, I do already, well it was inevitable that I was going to look wasn’t it, I’m just choosing not to share on this occasion, I know, horrid aren’t I lol) or about Chris Wehner, then I suggest you go find out and if you can be bothered feedback to me, if not, well, its not important in the grand scheme of things is it lol, now leave me in peace to watch my film, thank you.

I havent forgotten I said I would revisit an old topic soon either, patience..............

Fortune Teller

2010-01-30T22:07:00.005Z

And before you ask, as I know you will, I know what you are like......
NO

The title of this particular post does not refer to the song by the same name, you know the one, do I really need to tell you, ok, this one...... Fortune Teller.

Although that link only tells you about the song itself, which according to the information supplied was written by an American gentleman called Allan, but using the name Naomi, yes, I’m confused too, but then he (she?) is doing no harm so each to their own I guess.

When I first thought of the name for the post title (that itself is linked to the clip up there, was supposed to be the basis of this post and I will explain eventually I promise) I immediately had the song running through my head, as songs do when you recall them, so I thought I should track (track, get it, sorry) it down and share it with the populus.

The actual version that was running through my head is this one which is from one of the very very bestest albums of all time.

However, as I sought out (no seeker gags I promise) the particular version I wanted I stumbled on this one too, don’t listen, its nowhere near as good (you can if you want, I did) ... ( bet then I had never heard it or knew of its existence, bloomin good year though, 1968) Its quite telling that at the start Pete comments on how it was only the second time they had played it (the first being the previous night) you can tell that yourself when you listen to the other version that was recorded 2yrs later lol, as I said, far better :-)

Enough of all that anyway, it’s not what this post was supposed to be about, it wasn’t my intention your honour, the post was supposed to be about that wonderful new device by Apple the “ipad”
Trouble is I have sort of lost my momentum now; it’s an age thing I think, bit like the memory as I mentioned in my last post.

I think I will just get to the point, loosing interest at a dramatic rate now, I’m sure you are too dear reader, if you even made it this far, big congrats comin at cha if ya did blood.....

Right, ipad, yes, ummmm, I’m sure the jokes will be coming thick and fast over the coming months because of the name, not helped by Steve Jobs (co founder and CEO of Apple) describing the product as "so much more intimate than a laptop” don’t really help themselves do they lol

I do think it’s brilliant though that the people behind the sketch at the start of this post (all that time ago) had the foresight to “invent” the name ipad a full 4 years before Apple did, clearly they saw it serving a different purpose, but they still came up with the name, make good fortune teller's wouldn't they :-)

ps, link overdose again I'm afraid...........

Abu Hamza's hands

2010-01-28T21:22:00.005Z

I was talking today, well I do, talk I mean, I guess the majority of folk do, what I mean is, I was talking to someone, I guess the majority of folk do, ok, I will drop that approach now, let me start again.....

I was talking to someone today about something, can’t remember what specifically, but the name Abu Hamza was mentioned, I had totally forgotten about that particular person.

I’m sure I have totally forgotten many other things too (it’s an age thing) and the trouble is you don’t know you have forgotten (forgetting is like that) until you are reminded by someone or something, like I was today.

Sometimes you are reminded and remember why you forgot, other times you are pleased to remember, other times still you remember, are quite unbothered by it but it poses a further question..... this particular reminiscence got me thinking, it caused me to ask why, why does he have hooks for hands, so, I set about finding out and once I had discovered this piece of (seemingly to me at the time) vitally important information I planned on sharing my new found knowledge with my loyal? Reader/s?.........

As a side note I spookily (or not) saw a rather interesting (and possibly useful) hook that was left unattended only a few hours previously. I actually think the subject of hooks will have to go on the revisit list too at some point, in fact it may as well go there now (although in all honesty it wont be revisited for a long while yet I feel) I also need to start working through my revisit list, its receiving very little attention from me and for that I apologise, I will definitely revisit something over the next week or so (but it wont be hooks, the time isn’t right lol)

So, getting back to the point in question (hook--- point---- do you see what I did there, sorry) remembering, or being reminded about something that makes you think “ooooh I forgot about that” and even worse “ ooooh I forgot about that, why did he have hooks for hands” well I’m now in a position to tell you, not tell you why you forget then remember (or are reminded about) things, no, that’s beyond the realms of a simple post such as this, the thing I can tell you, if you are at all bothered, or even still reading is why he had hooks for hands, apparently, he lost his hands while clearing mines in 1993.

No I don’t feel any different either............

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...........

It makes you wonder..........

2010-01-24T19:46:00.002Z

I have actually posted a few times over the last few days, but then I haven’t been working for the first weekend since goodness knows how long so it’s been easier and more accessible to me, innit.

Elvis Costello (yes what about him) patience, I’m getting there, you know how it works by now if you have read previous ~~nonsense~~ posts

He wrote a song (Elvis I mean)......(no I don’t mean the blue suede shoes variety, I mean the Costello variety)....(I knew I would struggle to reduce my bracket usage despite what I said in my previous post).....(Hi, I’m Me and I’m a bracket addict).....(round of applause from the room “welcome to the group Me, you have taken an important first step”)

He did, he wrote a song (hundreds in fact) but the one I refer to is this one, for some reason (an obvious one I’m sure) whenever I look at the picture/location of the pub in the image (up there^^^^^) it springs to mind, you only need to imagine what it must be like leaving said pub after spending several hours drinking alcoholic beverages.

You only need to look at the gradient (I know all the technical hill terminology me) to see the difficulties that could prevail, especially if it were a blowy evening, like I said, it makes you wonder...............

By the way, I personally feel the hedge needs trimming, but I'm no topiarist so what do I know :-)

Who you gonna call

2010-01-23T18:12:00.004Z

An impromptu and very brief pictorial post (in response to comments left on the previous one)....(I really will get back to posting posts of more than just a few words).....(at some point).....(but then given most of the content minimal words is probably not so bad)....(must stop using so many brackets too).... ()()()()()()()() maybe not :-)

Thought for the day (warning bad language)

2010-01-21T20:57:00.008Z

Apologies for the bad language but I stumbled on this pic and it really did tickle me :-)

Well ??????? (yes thanks)

2010-01-16T20:11:00.001Z

Is it just me....... that’s actually a daft way to start a post, well not necessarily it isn’t (its ok I’m not arguing with myself in public, honest) but it’s a daft way to start this particular post.

What I mean by that is that I know it’s not just me, I have been surrounded by people that feel the same, I have witnessed examples of people (that I’m not surrounded by) doing the same, I have even heard tales on the radio (and other forms of public broadcasting) that testify to the fact......
But what is it, what is this mystery of which I speak......

Well its not the Led Zep track Dazed and Confused (although its a very good tooooon and well done to those that watched/litened to ALL 9 mins 14 secs of it, those that did, if any, should feel considerably more enriched within for doing so) no, its not that.........

Its not wrestling related either, as entertaining as Shirley Crabtree was (you can see why he changed his name really cant you, bless him lol) when I was younger and remoomber watching the wrestling on a Saturday afternoon.

No, its not that either, what is it pray tell what is it, ok ok, I’m getting there (still not arguing in public with myself, just trying to gently coerce myself into getting to the point)

Nor is it a difficult question I hasten to add, in fact it's not a question at all.

I guess it is a little dazed related, more than confused related, yes, definitely, more dazed than confused, I'm not confused about the year, just still a little dazed, although thats not strictly true either, not so much dazed as still getting used to it. It's probably the double digit change thing (09 to 10) I'm not sure, either way, I know I'm not alone (sounds like a corny tag line for a science fiction film) not alone in thinking it I mean.

Going to draw this post to an abrupt (and no doubt welcome) end now and practice writing 2010 NOT 2009 (maybe) .... (though more likely wont)....(I definitely wont in fact, I will get used to it I’m sure).......

It's time for....... (no, not Trumpton)

2010-01-09T21:41:00.003Z

This is a very short post as it’s on soon and I want to make a cuppa and settle down to watch it, getting settled for the night is important I’m sure you will agree, what am I talking about, well I mentioned it in an earlier post...... HEROES.... WOOHOO

(Still love the pic in that earlier post by the way lol)

(Will have to do Trumpton one day too now)

( I don't mean "do" Trumpton, of course)

(I mean cover in a post)

(Will have to put it on the revisit list)

(Going now)

(Bye)

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...........

More image foolery

2010-01-07T21:38:00.002Z

Not tom like the usual foolery is but image, in the same way the last ~~one~~ post was, well it wasn’t, it was moving image foolery, but this is similar (ish) as it's all about perspective and the bigger picture.....

LOOK

Snow over my bloomin house (well the whole country in fact) making it difficult for me to flippin well do anything, it seems everything comes to a standstill and mass panic sets in, nice to look at mind so mustn't grumble :-)

Big thanks to NASA for the image, cherers guys, loving your work and apologies for the pic, its not cat cruelty honest (besides I'm allergic to them)

In the grand scheme of things....

2010-01-04T18:46:00.000Z

.......it makes you feel quite insignificant.......

First 2010 post

2010-01-01T21:05:00.002Z

Well what else was did you think I would call it, the first post of the year I mean, well not the first post of the year as I’m sure millions have posted already but my first post of the year.

I was going to being very unoriginal and have a~~nother~~ pic of a post as well, no particular post, just any post, but decided not to, well I thought I would put a modicum (mmmmm modicum) of effort into it, start the year as you mean to go on and all that nonsense.

So then, why post early in the day, well then it would have been one of the first of 2010 wouldn’t it (I refer my learned friend to the first paragraph) but as you can see this is far from early in the day, not late, well quite, but definitely not early, still, I’m happy with the timing.......

Descending into drivel now so will keep it short, bye........

My name is Bob, this is my story

2009-12-21T21:47:00.001Z

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

2009-12-16T22:54:00.002Z

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

2009-12-13T10:10:00.001Z

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......

2009-12-12T17:57:00.001Z

…. 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

2009-11-28T09:15:00.002Z

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

2009-11-22T22:12:00.001Z

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

2009-11-20T23:59:00.002Z

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

2009-11-17T21:40:00.001Z

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!

2009-11-06T19:35:00.004Z

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

2009-11-05T07:47:00.005Z

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

2009-10-31T21:18:00.003Z

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?

2009-10-29T21:29:00.001Z

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 :-)

2009-10-28T09:35:00.000Z

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?

2009-10-25T12:42:00.002Z

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

2009-10-24T22:17:00.004+01:00

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.........

2009-10-23T16:39:00.000+01:00

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

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

2009-10-20T20:12:00.003+01:00

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

2009-10-17T20:44:00.001+01:00

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?

2009-10-14T20:24:00.007+01:00

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?

2009-10-12T23:09:00.003+01:00

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?

2009-10-11T21:46:00.003+01:00

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.

2009-10-10T22:01:00.007+01:00

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?

2009-10-08T22:54:00.007+01:00

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........

2009-10-08T21:37:00.002+01:00

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

2009-10-07T21:27:00.009+01:00

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

2009-10-05T20:27:00.006+01:00

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……

2009-10-04T11:19:00.001+01:00

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)

2009-09-28T20:21:00.002+01:00

             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!

2009-09-27T12:56:00.004+01:00

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...........

The weekend

2009-09-26T13:31:00.001+01:00

Its Saturday… woohoo

I’m at work… boohoo

Actually it’s not so bad, as mentioned in a previous post (The Third Write) I’m fortunate to be doing something I really enjoy for a living, so not all bad.

Although there is something about Saturdays (and Sundays come to think of it) that leads you to think it’s not really a day for working.

I know many many people do work weekends (well round the clock)..(not the same people obviously)..(they would be like I was the other day VERY TIRED)..(see zzzzzz post lol) but now days everything (many things) has to be (have to be) open 24/7 to meet the “consumer demand” or just because given the job it entails providing a 24 hr service, for example emergency response mobile sheep shearers, ok, maybe not that particular service, but lots of other ones.

While on the subject of sheep, I feel its only fair to offer a public service announcement (with guitars)..(actually I made the last bit up, there will be no guitars, its just the opening line to a Clash song), no, my announcement concerns sheep, when out walking (not in the centre of Manchester obviously)..(or any other city) should you encounter a sheep, be careful, they are tricky little blighters, the thing is they have no eyebrows so you can never be sure exactly what they are thinking…. Moving on…

So, this weekend working thing, although I’m at work and it is a Saturday, it doesn’t feel like a normal (Mon through Fri) day at work, never does, the same with Sundays, they always feel different from a weekday, I’m guessing I need to look into that at some point to attempt to deduce why but I wont know, I don’t have the time I’m at work……………Oooops, just realised…….. I’m at work, I shouldn’t be blogging about inane drivel, I better 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...........

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2009-09-24T19:23:00.000+01:00

I’m one of those people (no, I don’t mean one of “those” people) who loves their bed more than probably anything else in the whole wide world (ok slight exaggeration) BUT I really really really (repeat until bored) do love it.

Now before anyone reading (if there is anyone reading lol)..(although if I’m talking to myself its ok)..(actually its not, well not in a psychiatric sense)..(well that’s not strictly true)..(I better move on)..(ok)….. before anyone reading this thinks I have a “thing” for beds, you know, in “that” way, I haven’t. When I say I love my bed, I mean love being in it.

The bed itself is nothing spectacular, its just a bed with a metal frame/headboard plus metal bottom bit where your feet point (don’t know the technical term) its not low to the floor (probably a bit too high for my liking) and it’s a king size as opposed to a standard double, basically it’s just a bed.

Now, therein lies my point (bed/lies, oh dear, sorry lol) its NOT just a bed, far from it, it’s a truly marvellous place, a place for cosy snuggling, a place where one can wander of to that special dreamy sleepy place that I’m sure everyone enjoys, a place to relax, read if your inclined, or watch television for those that do, or listen to the radio, there are so many things a bed is and can be, depending on who is in it, with whom, in what mood etc etc.

But tonight, as I write this, I’m really excited about what the bed can offer me, that one special thing, shared by many, alas some have problems with it and have to frequent the Dr/clinic regarding it but the majority can do it without problem and enjoy it frequently.

Tonight, I NEED to sleep, I’m so very very tired its untrue (well its not, its true)..(not sure why I implied it was a lie)..(not doing the lie/bed thing again) so I’m very much looking forward to spending some quality time with my old friend (the bed) tonight and doing that thing that I really need to do…..

SLEEPING

Goodnight :-)

The Marvellous Mechanical Pod of i

2009-09-22T13:23:00.001+01:00

For someone like me (a hoooooge lover of music) the iPod was/is a truly marvellous invention. All of most prized, coveted and long collected music in one place, a tiny tiny place at that. It also appeals to my sense of “what next” because when set on random and left to its own devices you just don’t know which of the (3000+) songs will blare out next..... heavenly......

Admittedly the initial transferring of “hard copies” of the music onto the laptop/pc (whatever is your particularly whim) is incredibly time consuming, but when done over several weeks, a few dozen or so albums each night it soon gets done. Especially when you have children, it’s amazing how excited they can get about loading cd’s into a laptop and pressing copy, well it is when they know there will be no dinner until the task is complete, you should see the chimney, its spotless, anyway, I digress.

So, it’s quite a task initially putting all the music onto your required receptacle of choice but once done it’s there for eternity and besides, once it’s on the iPod surely that’s it?

No, not really, that’s far from it in fact............

Fast forward about 6 months from when the (countless) cd’s etc were uploaded on to the laptop, and then downloaded on the iPod. In its wisdom (do they have that?) the laptop decided it had had enough of living and asked to go to a “special” clinic in Switzerland to end its life, well it didn’t, if it had it would have been easier (I could of moved the music on it to a memory stick type thingmebob first) alas it gave me no warning, it just went “pop” and is sadly no more. In itself not a great deal, it was getting old (like me) and due for replacement (no comment) so it just bought forward the purchasing of a shiny new laptop.

So after playing with it for a bit upon bringing it home, it doesn’t feel so wrong playing with it at home as it does in the shop, I realised that all the music that took so long to upload was also gone (with the old laptop). Not wishing to ~~subject the children to~~ upload it all again I wondered how feasible it would be to “copy” (my own music) from the iPod, for a confirmed technophobe like me,, not very was the answer.

After initially nearly wiping the iPod of everything (mass panic) I scoured the internet for a “suitable” program to assist me, thankfully I found such a program and successfully did it. Now not only is ALL the music still on the iPod but it also on the new laptop, such an enormous sense of achievement lol.

The C word!

2009-09-17T20:04:00.002+01:00

I thought it was best to start with a warning, so I did, its up there.

Now then, when I first started this blog (all that time ago) I was very conscious that although not a single sausage is reading it (yet) (well 1 or 2 people maybe lol) at some point, in the future, there may be people taking a peek. With that in mind I held the thought that I wouldn’t post anything at all contentious or likely to offend anyone........... Didn’t last long did it............

So, the "c" word, I know everyone has different views on what’s acceptable and what isn’t, after all, individual views and individuality itself are marvellous things and should be encouraged but, and I’m sorry if I offend anyone, I think timing is everything (with many things in life) but especially use of the "c" word.

When the "c" word is used appropriately and at the right time I think it has a valid place in our society, especially with children, what I do object too though (the reader is now pondering why I don’t object to using the "c" word with children)....(read on, all may be revealed)....(I don’t mean in a full monty style), where was I, that’s it, what I do object to is being hit round the head with a wet halibut, but I’m probably not alone on that one, well, apart from a bloke I knew, Frankie the Fish we called him, but then that’s another story... I think I may have veered, what I object to, that’s it, what I really object to is use of the "c" word, especially now, even when aimed at children.

We have only just emerged from summer (albeit a poor one, see earlier post "confused") and already, I have heard mention of it, the "c" word, its over 3 bloomin months away, why do people feel the need (in a commercial sense) to start talking about Christmas?

Well, I answered myself really didn’t I, its because its so commercial that it needs to be talked about and hyped up as early as possible so all that hard earned money can be squandered on stuff that at best is barely needed and at worst is totally useless.......

I need a cup of tea now; my poor head hurts 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...........

Press Cupboard

2009-09-15T19:02:00.000+01:00

AKA Sideboard!

It struck me today (not the/a sideboard thankfully) but the word, actually more than that, the whole concept.

WHY?

Why are they called that?
Why do they exist?
Why do they remind me of my Nan?

Why oh why oh (spells yo-yo) why….
Firstly the name, they cant be called side boards because they are on their sides, if they were you wouldn’t be able to open the drawers and the whole point of owning one would be lost, i.e. a place to store toot in, equally they aren’t just boards, there is already something like that in most houses with its own name, its called a shelf.

Side could be linked to the fact that they tend to be at the side of the room as opposed to in the middle (that would be a table I guess) but then many other things are or can be at the side of a room yet they don’t come with the side prefix? The mystery deepens………………..

The why, well I covered that, a place for putting stuff in and on (bit like my blog lol)

As for them reminding me of my Nan, well I can’t answer that…. or is it a case of wont answer it due to awful childhood memories of being locked in the sideboard with nothing but jelly (strawberry) and biscuits (bourbons) for hours on end while my Nan went out in to the woods bear baiting…. No it’s the former, certainly wouldn’t be the latter, my Nan always has been (and continues to be) a truly lovely lady that’s sweeter than a really sweet thing dipped in honey then covered in sugar. (luv ya nan)

I think I need to investigate the sideboard phenomenon more, its clearly bothering me at some deep level, I will no doubt revisit this subject in the future, but for now (as I’m getting quite board of it already)……(see what I did there? bored – board)...(I know, this post is getting tedious now isn't it) I will regale you of an interesting anecdote told to me by the great (if you like all that cubist movement stuff) Picasso, actually, I will LINK you to it and to be honest he didn’t tell me, alas he died not long after I was born, not related to my birth I hasten to add, I played no part in his unfortunate death whatsoever, I promise. Also it’s not a particular interesting anecdote, but it does contain mention of a sideboard so seems a fitting and rather delayed end to this post, thank you for your tolerance throughout this mind numbing drivel :-)

Confused?

2009-09-12T21:39:00.002+01:00

A title for a post that could cover many things, but for this one (post) the confusion stems from summer.... as in the season of summer .......
I know its a bit of a cliche to go on about the weather or moan about summer (or lack of it) but I'm sure I must have missed this years. I know there were a few weeks (at the most and certainly not consecutive as in 14 solid days) of what you could call nice, classic summer weather.

Now, maybe its just me (although I doubt it) but when I was younger (a long while ago admittedly) I'm sure the summers were glorious and used to last for weeks and weeks. I remember as a child playing over the fields near where I lived day after day in the school holidays and every day was hot, magical and truly wondrous (ok I may be over selling it a bit lol) but they were special times, mind you I doubt the fields are there now, replaced by houses no doubt, the areas where I used to sit innocently with friends eating picnics made by mum are now probably someones front room or garden. I should return to the area where I grew up and knock on a strangers door and then proclaim that I have been in their garden and eaten a sandwich in their lounge, but I'm sure they wouldn't understand lol....

There is a song that reminds me of those days, not because it was released then, it was actually decades later, but for some reason it reminds me of the summers and childhood and how everything seemed so different as a child, I will have to have a hunt and place a link at some point.

STOP PRESS.... I found it :-) Little Fluffy Clouds

The Third Write

2009-09-12T11:58:00.000+01:00

Well what else could I call my 3rd post, ok, probably many other things but I settled on that, after all its the third time I am writing within the pages of "this ere blog " .......

Work, it's a good thing, its one of life's essentials in fact and I'm one of the very few (and very lucky) people in life that truly adores what they do for a living, but (isn't there always a but)...(was going to insert a cigarette or anatomy based gag but wont don't panic), where was I, BUT, the thing with work (especially when you enjoy it) is that can at times become a drain on your time.

For instance, since discovering "the wonderful world of the blog" I have REALLY wanted to log in and have a play around with it (I refer the right honourable reader to my first post and the options comment) ... there are SOOOOOOOOOOOOO many, good isn't it :-)

Well yes and no, yes as it will no doubt ensure I stay entertained for a long time but no because it's frustrating not being able to find the time to tinker (distant memory comes flowing into my mind of some quirky older gentleman from Lovejoy ) and tinkering is what I ~~want~~ NEED to be doing, oooh its frustrating. Thankfully in a few weeks or so I will have more time for such tinkerings (i do good at inglish me innit) ... which reminds me, I need to add something to my profile thingmebob :-)

Cables

2009-09-09T17:11:00.000+01:00

Not in their own right a particurlarly rivetting subject (unlike rivets obviously) but they do play a purpose, more importanlty they have the potential to cause much hassle!

It was a lovely day (dry and VERY warm) so I thought I would go for a ride (had to pick some bits up in town and see a good friend) on my trusty steed, I say trusty, but I actually mean untrusted, as in I couldn't even trust it to get me home!

Anyway, to cut a long story short (I hear screams of please do) my throttle cable snapped, so there I am, side of the road, in gloves thick jacket and a crash helmet, stuck with a lump of metal I COULD push but given how it was so bloomin hot I decided not to. I thought to myself "I will ring the nice RAC man/woman (not wishing to be sexist)..(also I better add that other breakdown/recovery organisations do exist)..(I don't want to be seen to be showing favouritism lol)... I haven't managed to cut a long story short yet have I, bear with me....... anyway, he turns up, manages to "bodge" (its a technical term for making do) a new cable into place so I can at least get home, in theory a great idea, in reality it meant I had about quarter throttle (imagine putting the accelerator pedal in your car down just a tiny bit and trying to get anywhere at any speed) so my journey home was rather slow tedious and annoying, still, least I got home lol

In the beginning

2009-09-08T08:29:00.000+01:00

Not "Begin the Beguine" I hasten to add, even though in the beginning does sound a little like begin the beguine, well, sort of (maybe) ...... damn.... I have distracted myself already and barely begun, where was I, in the beginning, that's it....

In the beginning was the start, well starts sort of lend themselves to beginnings I guess and that's what this post is A START where it goes from here I have no idea but everything must start somewhere so it (I) has (have)

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OPTIONS

Now don't get me wrong, options and choices are a very good thing, BUT, when trying to get my head round the whole blogging thing I don't want loads of options and choices, it confuses my poor brain, still, it will give me loads to tinker with over the coming weeks, months, years (ok a little optimistic, I may loose interest after a handful of posts lol) but assuming I dont the possibilities appear endless so I'm sure this blog will look rather different as time goes by.