there's something about.....

                 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.....

.......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.....

.......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......

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........................

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