I know, I know, I should have written earlier …

I know I should write more, I know i should network and gain ‘friends’ (and hopefully not influence people ….) but it comes down to using all my energies just to go out the front (well, actually, the side) door into the open air.

I hate it today, especially, because it is a beautiful spring day and I know it should be enjoyable. Well, partly enjoyable because I need to do some shopping for the family, and, however hard I try to source stuff from the market, I usually am forced, like an unwilling poodle, to enter the all-hail to the god Profit supermarket. It’s heresy to claim these monoliths of supply (and overwhelming demand) are in any way counter productive to our way of living, of course; everybody – nearly everybody, perhaps, but it can include me – wants the cheap, plentiful, easy reach goods that lines the serried rows of inert shelves. Inert, that is, excepting that they can somehow come alive with promise of a better life, or a bigger life (in the case of the doughnut stand). They all have their little signs, their flash cards of joy, their proud defiance against the overcharging of other such supermarkets. Grr.

And they take away so damnably from the greenery and the promise, the fecundity of a spring just itching to show us of what she is made.

Still, it’ll be nice if I make it outside. I have to practice – on Monday I have to go to a local airport and have a flying lesson (courtesy of my daughters ….) … I love flying in Flight Simulator on the computer, but actually I don’t have much of a head for heights … oooer

I’ll let you know what happens.

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Dentistry – And Other Narsty Things

Ok, so I hate going to the dentist. It frightens me.  So I would like to say a BIG thanks to the kind guys and ladies – the dental and nursing staff – of the Birmingham Dental Hospital.  Believe me, they are great !  I am having a fair bit of extracting and filling and impression taking at the moment – not something I relish; but the staff there just make it so much easier to bear – well done, y’all!

There aren’t any other narsty things really, except perhaps the lack of a decent socialist alternative to vote for at the moment; I voted LibDem last time, the first time I had not voted labour for some 32 years, and the only result was that I (and others like me) split the vote, and let a Tory in.  I was distraught.  As a lifelong socialist – believing in such fanciful notions as putting people first, not killing people first – I am at a loss as to where to put my mark next time.  If only there was a ‘none of the above’ candidate, eh?  Any other socialists out there who are dreading the next time they have to put an X in the box of their choice ?  What are you considering doing?  Leave a comment and let me know, eh?  If there is anyone reading this drivel of, course …

Any way I’m orff to bed … unless I can wheedle a late cuppa char out of the missus …

G’nite All !


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Learning Curves Were Easier When I Wuz A Teenager


Corks! Forgive me, oh reader, if I seem a little fraught; this blogging lark has shredded my nerves – I haven’t been this taxed since VAT was introduced ….

One has already met a ‘friend'( who hopefully might yet turn out to be a Friend), and  one’s wife, long departed to a nightshift on a hospital ward that makes world war 2 look like a quiet day in Bridlington, has disowned me, since my pizza was hastily constructed between bouts of feverish HTML and blog-sorting.

Is there (I hear you ask) to be anything of import or, indeed, interest ever rearing its ugly head on this blog? Enjoy the calm before the storm, fair reader, ‘cos something – and it don’t smell too pretty – will soon hit the fan as I rant on and on about subjects I know far too little about on which to hold forth; but I shall opine away anyway, as the chance of anyone actually reading any of this tinker’s drivel is slight, so I can be safe in the knowledge that the final result of my ranting will be to simply clear an amount of bile from the spleen of me life. I shall, for the amusement of any soul silly enough to read, acquaint you all with the grit that inhabits my life’s Vaseline.  If nothing else, cher reader, it should make you realise the truth of the old adage that there is always someone worse off than you … still – it would be wise not to take too much notice of me.  I have, after all, only two more ‘O’Levels than I have cats; the latter having been more use to me in life than the former.  Luckily, none of the five are Geography.  That would have been too tragic …

So, avid reader, if you have got (gotten for our transatlantic cousins) this far, you should maybe look in from time to time.  It may amuse during one of those dreary wet days.

But if you do feel like returning, do go ask your doctor what is in those tablets he has prescribed for you …

Be at peace

And, if you have been, thanks for reading


PS … Please go to www.thehungersite.com once a day and click to feed the hungry will you? No registration, no cookies, but you will help those less fortunate than yourselves… R

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September and Raining Already

You should always start a blog in September if you live in England – things just can’t get worse; only dark, cold days to come, but none of the exhilarating frosts of winter yet, none of the anticipation of spring that even the most miserable January has to offer …
I looked at this new Live Space and saw :
"Friends (0)"
Succinct I thought.  A nice put down.
And it’s still raining.
Be at peace.
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