Sunday, 25 September 2016
Tuesday, 19 July 2016
One of those old friends is Ray, and he has been a guest overnight on the sofa bed in my terraced Bristol house. We’re off on an intrepid excursion today, but before embarking on a journey down the many, many long roads ahead, we require food, despite the fact that neither of our respective stomachs is really awake enough to require filling. The menu I can offer isn’t extensive, but whatever it is to be, for me it must contain uber-strength coffee to fire me up for a stint behind the wheel.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Monday, 30 August 2010
(Written in January this year, somewhere in a dark place I surmise.)
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
I'll write this all in large type for the hard of hearing.
Here is something utterly stupid I have learnt to do whilst I have been away from the blogosphere. It's not all I've been doing. There has been work, decorating, cricket, drinking tea, visiting The B.F.G. and watching the days get shorter and shorter and shorter.
Soon I will be watching the days get longer and longer again. There is a possibility many more works of depth and integrity may ensue in time, but for now, all you lovely people will have to put up with this one addition to the wonderful world of utterly ridiculous 'art'.
I apologise for my lack of posting, especially about the shed as some of you will have burst with the suspense by now, of that I am sure.
I also apologise for not continuing to comment on your own efforts blogging about all manner of interests, but I lost all enthusiasm for doing so and hope to be back to my facetious and sardonic japes forthwith.
Until then good fellows, adieu and be good at least till Santa stuffs your stockings.
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
And here is my next door neighbour, the tree. It's performing an astonishing feat of balance here, by balancing millions of tiny pieces of frozen water on top of each other. I don't know how it keeps so still. Probably practises when nobody is looking.
I think also I should show you all that there are lovely places to look at in this Sceptred Isle and that I've been to one or two of them. I went alongside The B.F.G. to the faraway land known locally as Kernow. It has a jagged edge which gets you wet if you stand too close to it. This was the view from the B.&B. Not bad if I may say so myself.
Anyway, Enough of the raiding of my hard drive for inspiration and a few memories. It's time to tuck up in a little bed with a cuppa and start a new and B.F.G. recommended funny book.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Sorry about the lack of shed stuff.
It's still stands and doesn't leak.
I broke another finger.
My head aches, not presumably related to a finger snapping incident.
My cricket team hasn't won any games this year.
I have accidentally usurped the captain to regain my rightful place as The Big Cheese.
My son is growing at an alarming rate.
My daughter is a legal adult, but struggles daily with the real implications therein.
I have been a legal adult for 28 years and 2 weeks and I still struggle with the legal, moral and other general implications therein.
I still wish for the extermination of all advertising executives.
I have completed Meta's questionnaire, a life achievement akin to climbing Everest or discovering time travel.
I still have a job.
I still love the B.F.G.
It's still fuckin' rainin' here!
Solstice came and went and I hardly noticed it.
I haven't had an alcoholic drink for 10 days.
Elderflower champagne doesn't count because it's far too weak.
If I ruled the World, every day would be the first day of last week.
I'm so very glad I'm not called Percival.
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?
I should write to my Australian mate.
My neck hurts.
Cheese can possibly save the world from annihilation.
I'm just trying to find the bridge.
Moffs enjoy the environs surrounding my bathroom light, even they probably know it isn't good for them.
Bob Dylan can't sing.
Is this the eighth wonder of the world?