What can I say, what can I do, how can I tell you how much I love you?
It’s a song, as I’m sure you know, (Walking Back to Happiness) but also a heartfelt thank you.
The figures are up, the pressures off, so full steam ahead, we ai’nt seen nothing yet…
We wake up sometimes and things are different. Sometimes I wake up and I can’t feel my toes, sometimes I wake up and my head tingles, this morning I woke up and the skin under my eye was bubbling. What the heck is going on ?
When you woke up this morning, what was your body saying to you.?
And when did this all start ?
When I was a kid…
“I have really bad tooth ache,” said Wiglet.
“Is there such a thing as really good tooth ache,” said Poobe.
The two friends often started the day with such profundity. It wasn’t that they were both deep and meaningful “thinkers,” quite the opposite in fact, they both simply took things exactly as they saw them, this is why they got on so well…
Just had a dream that I’d bought a new push bike and I’d locked it up and then sat down to do some writing on a step nearby. My writing was interrupted by the sound of someone kicking something. It was a druggie, kicking the hell out of my brand new bike trying to loosen it from it’s chains. As he did so I could see the back wheel was beginning to buckle, I wanted to kill him…
You’re such a good bunch…
Hello there everyone.
A wholesome and heartsome weekend had I and what of you ?
Mummy Evans was bang on form with the stew again this weekend. My friends now flock to the door of the “Great One” to taste some of the legendary faire. The ones who have never had it before nearly pass out when they cnsume their first mouthful. It is truly astounding and she loves the fact that we all love it.
It’s made from a magic chicken…
Good good good good afternoon, welcome to the first ever remote blog –
This blog is being phoned in as its perpetrator drives round the leafy winding roads of Surrey on a sunny Friday afternoon
I am currently heading back to work to the city of London having just had my arse smashed at golf by…
Hi Hi Hi. How are we today ?
Here’s one for you, see if you’ve had the same thing happen…
In bed, it’s dark outside, I am so snuggled up and cosy, I love it.
Now here’s a turnip for the books. GIRL ON SOFA ALERT! A mate of mine came over for a drink and my monthly viewing of Arthur, the funniest and saddest and quietly cleverest film I know, anyways it gets to bed time and we’d “both” fallen asleep before the end. So she then fights me, not for the bed but for the sofa.
“You always give up your bed for me.”
“But you’re a girl and I really don’t mind the sofa.”
Anyway she wasn’t having any of it and I was dog tired so, here I am and I presume there she still is. I’ll just go and check…
Been waiting for the kettle to boil, seemed like it was taking ages, returned to the kitchen, someone had switched it off at the wall, d’oh. Needed to blog, so have resorted to a pint of water instead, much better for me anyway.
Hey would you like to see a picture ?
Get this one then, “I” ended up on the sofa this morning under the itchy spare blanket again.
FEMALE FRIEND SWOOPS IN DOUBLE BED TAKE OVER COUP.
It’s all gravy.
Last night…
Guten tag mein leiblings.
Made pasta with meat balls in tomato sauce last night…chopped some sausages up, fried them off, threw in some bits of bacon, a little flambé with a splash of vino rossi, in with the tomatoes, melt in some parmesan, a stock cube, salt and pepper and let the little baby simmer with a lid on for as long as you dare.
This was all fine, as was the chef’s glass of wine I was treating myself to, I was all set for a nice wholesome night in but I was going to have to pop out to buy the pasta. I had a quick look at the crossie, finished off my wine and then nipped out to the local, “we sell everything shop,” just before nine.
I got back in…
Last night was the BOYS ONCE A MONTH CLUB. The clue is of course in the title.
We have badges, there are three of us we’re very happy together. However disaster almost struck the club this week…
Know thyself.
Love thyself.
Watch Countdown.
I awake this morning with another pal on the sofa.
Having pieced together the goings on of Sunday night, I am now struggling with the tail end of last night…
Did it, actually did it, actually had a quiet one. Until last night that is…
Always a great question , from someone you like that is. This is because they’re obviously about to invite you somewhere.
I was having a drink with a pal last night and it got to eight o’clock and then he says,
“What are you doing for the rest of the night?”
“I’m off home for a bit of Extras and Question Time.”
“Do you want to come to a gig?”
“…er ok, sure why not.”
“Brilliant, I’ve got a spare ticket, we need to leave in the next half hour, is that alright.”
”Yes, that’s fine, who are we going to see by the way?”…
Innocence, what is it? The ignorance of a non-sentient being, existing, knowing not why, knowing very little in fact, instinct making all the decisions
Instinct, another great word for another day
Innocence, what is it? A small child doing the most dastardly of things without conceit, without malice, without an intention to hurt.
Intent, another great word for yet another day
Innocence, what is it…
Who are we? Why do we exist? Procreation or recreation? My goodness me, £120 an hour for this.
Ever had therapy?
Did it help?
I had it for six weeks once at the behest of my first wife…
Looks like it’s going to be a great day break but I reckon it’s going to go off pretty soon after. Hasn’t the rain been biblical ?
Me and a couple of pals are up and at it real early, in fact we’re on our way out in just a sec.
Big K. and Marcus Marcus, both slept in the living room last night, they’re banging about in the kitchen as I write…
So Des is giving up COUNTDOWN eh, why on earth would he do that ?
He’s so good on it.
The great DICK WHITELEY’S shoes were a big and weird pair to fill but he’s done it brilliantly. He’s great, he looks like he’s having fun, he’s nice to the contestants, he gels with the rest of the team, the ratings are good and I’ve heard the pay’s pretty handy.
So what’s the problem…
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