So week 148. Who would have thought it? Probably any normal…Nay, individual who had read Week 147.
That’s a nod to Nik as he likes Frankie Howard although I should have typed three ‘Nays’. (I hate the word normal. I hate the idea of normal even more!! We are all individual! And I only wrote the word to make that particular point which I have done on many occasions but it needs repeating every now and again)
Continue reading “Week 148 – GMT, Halloween And Who To Blame For Everything.”
We have now reached week 147. I have sometimes used the number as an inspiration and this was one of the more obvious ones.
Continue reading “Week 147 – Snooker, Dalmatians And Dead Frogs”
Week 146 is a very special posting for me. It’s my hundredth. I started at week 46 so that makes 101 but Nik covered for me when I was on holiday.
It’s strange trying to get your head around the inclusive numbers so that 46-146 is actually 101. It’s like the days of the year, I still can’t work out why we have 365 (Forget the leap years.) There are fifty two weeks and there are seven days in a week so that adds up to 364. It must be a bank holiday that employers don’t tell us about and more importantly, don’t pay us for!
Continue reading “Moses, Stevie Wonder And A Hundred Pieces Of Pish”
Well here we are at week 145. Doesn’t time fly when you are reading this pish! Maybe not!!
Continue reading “Week 145 – Lady Problems, Too Much Information And Shane’s Floater”
Man’s inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
The world is not a happy place. I don’t think it has ever been.
I have mentioned on many occasions character names and how shit I am at coming up with them. Why do some writers go for the exotic? There are plenty people called Mary and Jimmy out there so why not use them?
Continue reading “Week 143 – Ugly Babies, Parricide And Upsetting Freddy”
This is getting close to a mile stone. I’ll tell you about in around four weeks time!
I’ve got an admission to make. There is a reason I thought of this posting but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. I’m sure it was a submission.
Continue reading “Week 142 – Inner Dialogue, Naked Neighbours And Being Assertive”
That night was still. I heard the silence of all those lost souls. I considered myself being one. I dismissed the idea very quickly and drank another gin. Straight gin was allegedly, the drink of alcoholics. Specifics for some reason outweighed quantity. The gin wasn’t really a choice, it was simply what was there.
Continue reading “Going Through The Motions by Hugh Cron – Adult Content.”
Post 141 is upon us. It is here and now and hip and happening!!
The last time I was hip and happening was, well, never!
This may be a weird mix of ideas this week.
For some reason I was thinking of fashion and how fucked up that is. It’s an industry within an industry which has evolved incestuously. Most of the pipe-cleaners who model look as if they need a bloody good feed.
I used the line that I was bulimic but I just kept forgetting to be sick on many occasions. I think a lot of the models are anorexic and they keep forgetting to eat. They must be on some sort of dust diet.
The only reason that I thought of this was when I put on my new Bakers Whites for the first time and I realised that due to my stature I looked like an avalanche. The only good thing about this is that a big hairy dug keeps bringing me brandy. For some reason they are all called Bernard.
Continue reading “Week 141 – Fashion, Bulimia And Elvis Is Dead.”
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