Week 552
I think I learned something this week that surprised me.
…Should that be ‘learnt’?? I always get those two mixed up.
I was made aware that it’s only British folks who salute a lone Magpie.
Is that correct??
Continue reading “Week 552 – A Black And White Thief, A Couple Of Questions And Orange Juice.”
I was riding the bus last week when I was attacked by a MWCM, which stands for “Misty Water Colored Memory” (lifted from that gooey Barb song she sang before she got the perm that made her look like “Arnold Horshack” on Welcome Back Kotter–a dated reference but very true). As you have likely guessed MWCM is a sarcastic term. It defines an elderly concept in my “Ago” that is always attempting to change me into a sniveling old Shrew. We all have something like that inside (or will once fifty or so comes creeping), an ugsome, nettlesome something that (apparently) has invested heavily in old Shrew futures. I cannot kill mine but I can temporarily beat it to atoms by using my hard, old cold heart as a hammer. I often take satisfaction in imaginary acts of violence. They keep me balanced.
Continue reading “Week 551: The Attack of the MWCM; The Week That Was; A Belated Happy 80th to Debbie”
Here we are at Week 550!
Before I start…R.I.P Ricky Hatton and Robert Redford!!!
Both were legends in their own right!
Continue reading “Week 550 – 45 Wins!! I Enjoyed ‘The Natural’ Even Though The Two That Are Thought Of Are Immense And I Could Have Told Worse.”
The world has always been a snippy place (for instance, the title of this wrap was sneered at me by my boss in 1981. You can’t say stuff like that to employees anymore, but I am certain that the feeling is still felt). In big cities, especially, people go out in public with war faces on. Regardless, you used to be able to count on a reasonable degree of faked manners from clerks when you were shopping (I was often one of those clerks). Not anymore. Nowadays, it appears that the Corporate Stores hire only soulless people for customer service.
Continue reading “Week 549: “Be Nicer, Goddammit!””
Hello there folks and folkesses!
Not in a good mood this week. I hate what we have become.
There are those who worry far too much about consequence when there is none to worry about or none of it would matter anyway. It surprises me that some of them can manage to get out of bed with all the worry of ‘What if?’ or ‘I can’t offend.’
You may wonder what has enraged my already raged wrath and it may surprise you.
Continue reading “Week 548 – The Simplicity Of The Choirboys, Concussion Did Us no Harm And A Blood Test Has No Comic Value.”
In 1978, at age twenty-one, my brother Jack blew the windows out of his small apartment when he attempted to light the pilot in his oven. He went from some windows to none very quickly. Somehow, he was neither singed nor injured by the brief fireball he described, but the windows did not hold up as well, nor did the landlord’s temper.
Continue reading “Week 547: Scofflawing the Scythe”
Hello there folks!
Here we are at Week 546. The year is fair flying in!
I’m trying something that I’ve not done before and I hope it works. You see, fingers crossed, this posting will have four clips on it!!
Continue reading “Week 546 -Motorhomes, Fandabbydozzy And Eldorado Has It’s Place.”
Another week has come and gone!
I was interested to read Leila’s take on having nothing to write but having to write something.
I think the best tip I can give is, don’t think and then type, just type and then hopefully you will begin to think!
To be fair though, not thinking is my comfort zone!!
Continue reading “Week 544 -More Blocking, Plasticine Creativity And Turn Away From The Rat.”
The Struggle
I normally begin writing a weekly wrap with nothing in mind. I start hitting keys and wait for something to pop into my head, which usually happens by the end of the second sentence. As a general method it might be lacking, but for me it works out. But, alas, tonight, I am as empty as a campaign promise. I should have been at “go” two sentences back, yet I’m still a flatliner; but that’s all right, I thrive on pressure.
Continue reading “WEEK 543: The Struggle; the Week That Was; 2025 Playlist”
Well here we are at week 542!!
I went for an interview this week and just want to mention scripted questions – They only serve one purpose and that is the replies are scripted answers.
Continue reading “Week 542 – I’m Too Old For Another First Day, Is This Shite, (Should Be Asked) And Why Not Use Three Bottles Of Absinthe???”
literally stories 