2 in one day, must be bored. Right now to get to the point, as quickly as possible. I was on my Bike To Knowhere today, and after I had stopped doing my exercising, that'll be when I'm lying on the floor, I remembered a bit of advice that my lovely friend Sidejump had given me, to avoid me getting headaches, to drink a few litres of water afterwards to flush out all the toxins. Now whilst exercising I had already gulped down 4-5 litres of water, but I thought that I should follow Sidejumps wisely words ( on account of she being so clever and all that) and started drinking more water, but the water, from earlier, was finding it's way through my body and was wanting out at the other end, so I went upstairs to the loo, did my business, then thought that I better drink some more water. The water is very cold just now, and my teeth are a tad sensitive ( well those that are still remaining in my mouth) to the coldness of the water, but I persisted, and I was drinking water, then going upstairs to get rid of the excess fluid that my body did not require, but it struck me, all this up and down stairs that I'm doing must mean that I need to drink more water, because I'm still exercising in a way. So I decided to put a bottle of water in my bedroom, one in the kitchen, and one near here, but not too close, don't want any spillages here. So I was upstairs in the toilet, and then went into my bedroom, for a quick mouthful of the H2O, then downstairs into the kitchen, grabbed another quick gulp of water from the bottle in the kitchen, sat here, then needed to get up again, so had a quick drink of the water near here, but not too close, up the stairs into the toilet, did my business, then went into the bedroom, a quick swallow of water from bottle, downstairs into the kitchen for a quick gulp of water, sat down here, then found that I needed to go again, so grabbed the bottle that was near here, but not too close, drank it, then headed off up the stairs again. When can I stop? The more I exercise, the more water I need to drink, and the more water I need to drink, the more I need to go to the toilet, which means that I climb the stairs ( exercising?) and have to drink more water. Oh what if I just poured all the water down the pan, maybe get a book, hang about the toilet for a few hours, until ALL the water is out of my system? Yeah I think that I'll go do just that Cheers....

I was thinking about my childhood the other day there, and remembered having a bit of a crush on Betty, from the Flintstones, who was married to Freds best buddy Barney Rubble ( though what she ever saw in him, I'll never know, unless he was hung like an elephant? ) Betty was, and possibly still is, a cartoon character. So how could I, being a young sweet innocent child, and yes there was a time that I was sweet and innocent, have had a crush on Betty Rubble? I'll admit she was a bit of alright, and if I was in a bed with her and Barney, I sure as hell wouldn't climb over her to get to him ( ooh 3 in a bed romps, Manchester I do so miss you) that's for sure, but was that what was on my mind at the time?  I doubt it very much, but I was rather randy as a child. I do recall getting into trouble for playing Mummies and Daddies a bit too adult-ish, and was nearly kicked out of the Nursery for it, but hey that's all in the past.
I had a dream about an old friend of mine, well he was a guy who went to the same school as me, and live in the same street, his name was Frankie, no that's his real name, let's call him Joe. Now Frankie, sorry Joe, used to always have a runny nose, I don't know why, but he did, we all at some time had runny noses, but he had one all year round, and it would change colours ( not right in front of your eyes) like one day it would be clear, or colourless, the next, a pale yellow-ish colour, then maybe a few days later it would be deep green. I have heard of a saying about the 40 shades of green, and that was Frankie's nose dribbles. I wonder if he has chidren of his own now, and if they have runny noses, just like their dad?
The weather is a bit on the stormy side just now, and we are to get snow today or tomorrow, but it'll not last. I've got the sledge ready though, just in case, and if it does snow, I'll take my camera to the golf course as that is the best place to sledge. Well that's it for now, take care out there. Thank you for reading this thing wot I wrote in this place wot I wrote it in. If you have learnt anything from reading this, then that's good, if not then that's OK too. Cheers.......

Hello, is there anybody there? Is there anybody here? Oh there you are, I've been looking for you here and there, or there and here, but now that I've found you, I'll stop looking. It is very cold here, this morning, there was a hail shower a few minutes ago, and now it's freezing on the ground, so it will be very slippery under-foot today. I think that I'll stay indoors today. I was at my physio yesterday ( she is not exclusively mine, I do allow her to do her physio on other people, when I don't need her, just as long as she washes her hands, cleanliness is next to long livingness, well it is in my book, I don't have a book, well I do, but they're books written by other people, and they're not the type of books that I was thinking of, when I said that it was in my book, although I didn't actually say it, I thought it, and my middle finger typed it into these pages, just like magic) and I had a headache the rest of the day. I can deal with the back pain, and all that goes with it, most of the time, because I'm used to it, but if a headache comes along, on top of all the other stuff, it really floors me. I do usually go to bed, and not lie on the floor, although I could if I wanted to, it's my house, well mine and Herself's, we have two lodgers staying with us, full board too, although they don't actually pay for their lodgings. I think some people call them children, and that's fine by me, we also have a dog and a goldfish, the dog wouldn't go out for her morning doo-dah's this morning, it was a bit too chilly for her. This is a phtograph of the wooden shelfing in the front room, that holds all the ornaments that Herself likes to gather ( I call them dust collectors, but since I do some dusting, they don't collect so much dust) Why do we keep these things in our homes? We humans do have some odd habits.
I think I'll stop now, as I can't think of anything more to tell you. Thank you for visiting me, and reading this thing that I do, in this place that I do it in. If you've learned anything from reading this, then that's goos, if not, then maybe next time eh? Cheers.........

Good morning, it is morning just now, while I'm tapping these letters into this little piece of the blogospere, that I rent from BCUK, although I am a member, not a pro. I also have a member, but I won't go there. I like cartoons, well I used to when I was a kid, and as an adult, and father I have had to sit watching cartoons with my own children, so I have a wider span of cartoon viewing than some. I used to like Scooby Doo, I always thought that Fred & Daphne were in that group called The Archies, that had a No. 1 hit with a song called Sugar, Sugar, But maybe that was my imagination, I dunno, and how come, in later years that Scrappy Doo, Scooby Doo's nephew ( who was very brave, unlike his uncle) could speak so clearly, yet Scooby was still very hard to understand? Also did you ever notice that when they split up, to go search for something, it was always Fred, & Daphne together? They never seemed to find any scarey monsters did they? Now I'm not one to point the finger, but I think they were up to something, and I think that it was of a sexual nature. This could be BIG NEWS, but I'm sure that I once saw Fred's cravat a bit askew, and Daphne's hair a bit ruffled, and her purple dress a bit creased with grass stains on the back, and Fred had grass stains on the knees of his trousers/pants, I'm just telling you what I observed, I've kept quiet about it until now, but I think the truth should be told. Shaggy, Scooby & Velma ( what sort of name is that? And why can't she see a thing without her glasses? Surely she can see somethings) did all the detective work, and were the ones that were being chased everywhere by ghosts, monsters, and other scarey creatures of the night ( No not Antlady) all the while Fred and Daphne were getting jiggy with each other, exploring each others bodies, getting down and dirty with each other, or maybe they were just shagging the brains out of each other, I dunno?
The newer cartoons are different, you have SpongeBob Squarepants, which has a very catchy signature tune. And here it is. -
 OOooohhh who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Absorbant and yellow and porous is he
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
If nautical nonsense be something you wish
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
And so on it continues. The thing that I can't figure out is, how do they light a fire under the sea? I've seen them do it. And if you've got matches, and they are even a teeny, weeny, bit damp, they will never spark enough for the magic that is fire. You can try it if you want.
I just checked my lottery numbers, and we're still poor, in fact after Herself going to town yesterday, buying a mattress for Boy, then going out for a meal last night, with daughter and friends, we're even poorer. There is one of daughters friends sleeping in the spare bed, in her room. I always check on my daughter, because she has a habit of kicking all her bedding off, so I go in to pick it off the floor, and cover her again. I don't know which one it is, but that means I will have to remember to lock the toilet door.
Oh well not much more to add, it's still quite stormy here, it's not too bad, but it's not too good either, oh I'm going on about the weather now, just in case you're not following this. I just checked the weather forecast for here today, and it's gonna rain, that's if the forecast is correct. Right I'll look up a forecast for London and the south-east, cloudy and sunny spells ( not to be confused with magic spells that witches and wizards cast, because that's a different spell, and it's not a spelling spell either, like sunny isn't going to spell a word or anything, sunny is the sun, that big yellow-ish thing that we orbit around, yes we do, don't argue about it) with light winds. So if you live in London and the south east, although you'd really only live in London or the south-east, unless London is the south-east? Anyway if you live there, you can do outdoor things today, like walk the dog, if you have a dog, if you don't then maybe borrow a neighbours dog to walk with, or if there's any passing dog in your area, that's un-attatched, you can take it for a walk, but remember to put it back where you found it.
Right that's yer lot for this morning. As ever, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and read this thing wot I do in this place wot I do it in. If you've learned something from this experience ( and I've heard people saying that listening to me is an experience, so reading me must be too) then good for you. Cheers,.......

The candidates for the next president of the USA, are in the newspapers just now. The most written about race is for the Democratic Party nomination. Hillary Clinton is one of those hoping to get the nomination, but I have noticed that there are some interesting comments & questions about the former first lady, which aren't asked or commented on by any of the other ( all male ) candidates. I thought that I'd let you be the judge.
           With apologies to Rabbie Burns & la_spice.

It's what people say and do that matter, not what colour they are, or what sex they are that is important. Look beyond your prejudices, see what I see, and open your ears, then you'll hear what she says.
Thank you for reading this thing, you deserve a medal for getting this far, but I ain't got no medals to give you, but well done anyway. Cheers......

Hello again it's me here again, honest it is me, wait there and I'll go and look in the mirror, just to make sure that it is me, OK? Yep, it is, although I look a bit older than the picture that I have in my minds eye of me. I'll need to update that sometime, a bit like you'd do with your passport photo, or your bus pass ( I've got a free bus travel card, but I'm not an OAP, it's because of my disability, and it's physical, not mental, although some may care to argue about that, but I've got a piece of paper, an official document, signed and dated, that proves I'm sane, do you have such a thing?) I could be someone else, I might not be me, I could be someone who has stolen my identity, oh just a few words here, if there is anyone who steals identity's, if you're gonna pinch mine, will you take the rest of me with you, like my body and that, and maybe give me yours, if you're ill/sick/a looney, or severely handicapped, don't bother. Oh and if yer ugly, or have a small cock/penis, don't bother either. In fact I think that I'll not bother with the identity thing. I'm used to being me, ok I've got some bad habits, like, looking into the tissue after I've blown my nose ( well you gotta check, if there's nothing there, then no more blows, but if there's a good load of the yellow-ish green snots, then continue) and the lifting of the leg when farting, but I've got used to it, over the years, so I'm not overly happy with my lot, but I could be a lot worse off.
Well that's about it for another day, nothing much more to tell you, except that it's still quite stormy here, winds, rain hail , sleet, not going out weather, so I'll just stay in. Thank you for coming to my little piece of the blogosphere, and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Have you learned anything from this posting? I'll leave that up to you to answer. Cheers......

This week has been a quick week, ok so it hasn't been any quicker than all the others, but it just seems that it was quick. We had a stormy night of it last night the tv was off, for some reason, but we have Digital Satellite in the front room, but not in any bedrooms. I had decided to go up to my room to watch the African Nations football, but at half-time, about twenty past eight, the tv went blank, then the message appeared on the screen " NO SIGNAL" I have Digital Testicle tv in my room, but not satellite, so I stared at the tv, then I thought that I could try, by using my, up to this point in my life, secret powers to get the tv signal back on, I stared, "NO SIGNAL" I stared, and kept on trying to get the signal back, and if I hadn't fallen asleep, I think that I would have, eventually got the signal back. I do this at traffic lights, I think "CHANGE TO GREEN" and they do, so I must have some powers.

This is really only for Antlady, as she showed me her purple head, now I'm showing her my BIG PURPLE HEAD. Good eh? I sit on it to do my weblog postings, also I'm doing this post in purple, for a reason that I can't recall, at this moment in time.
I was at the doctors yesterday, and just by sheer coincidence ( read on) she wanted to take some of my blood. Now Antlady has been posting about a bat, and we've all seen those batty films/movies about bats and vampires, sucking the life-blood out of poor innocents ( just like me) So AL post about bats, then I go to the Docs. and she wants blood, coincidence? Spooky more like.

This above picture is what we have hanging up in our home ( did you notice I used the word " HOME " rather than house?) right at the front door, just in case the servants are on holiday, or ill, these things happen, and we have to accept them and carry on with life ( I dunno what I'm on about here, we don't keep any slaves, not anymore like, I think it might be against the law)

You know how all these- " born again Christians" ( BAC) keep banging on about seeing the light, you know they'll say something like ( or rather shout ) " I have seen the light, my friends, I have seen the light" Well now you have seen the light as well, so if a BAC asks you if you've seen the light, you can now say "YES" I'm ever helpful to you people, and sometimes I don't think that you deserve it. Oh Time-Up.
Right that's it, have a good friday ( I'm not giving you some Easter Greeting, it's not Good Friday today, although it could be a good friday for you or me, but not the Official Good Friday that some Christians have. They have all the good holidays, don't they? The Christians I mean. They have Christmas, Easter, what do we non-believers have? ) Thank you for reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. I do hope you've learnt something from reading this. Cheers.......

Hello again, there are a lot of sayings and phrases that we use, in the English language, and I sometimes wonder where they came from? What they mean? I can't answer those questions here and now, because I can't be bothered. So I've picked out a few phrases/sayings, that I know of ( and, of course, if I remember them, where's my Dick when I need it?) for your viewing, and I'm going to change the colour, this one is just not me, not that I've got anything against this colour, I'm not a colourist, I like most colours, but some just don't fit the purpose, that's all.
Now one phrase that I have in mind is-: If you peel an onion, it will bring tears to your eyes.
Insulting phrases/sayings, some of which are aimed at the fairer sex ( that'll be women) are as follows-: Mutton dressed as lamb, dressed up like a dogs dinner, she's had more pricks than a second hand dartboard, She's been up and down more times than a hookers knickers, she's colder than a penguins balls.
A quick break to tell you that it is now snowing here, it started as hail stones, but now it's snow, quite heavy too. I've got to go to the doctors today, it's always like that when I have to go out. Like the last time I went out there was gusts of wind over 80mph, and I nearly got knocked off my feet, so I just headed home. Now it's forecast for snow, I'm jinxed, I'm a weather Jonah. The dog was going to go out, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the weather ( she is a bitch, not in an American bad bitchy way, like son of a bitch, but the female dog bitch, just being precise) and slopped off back to her bed.
Back to Sayings and Phrases-: If someone is useless or a waste of space, there are many sayings to describe them. As useful as a condom machine in the vatican, I'm human, what species are you?
Then there are general ones.  I've seen more life in a tramps shirt, save your breath, you'll need it to blow up your girlfriend, why don't you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma?

                                MEN V. WOMEN
Woman You're fat.  Man- yeah, but I can go on a diet, but you'd still be ugly.
Man- How do you like your eggs in the morning honey?
Woman- Unfertilised
Man- Is that seat empty?
Woman- Yes, and if you sit there, this seat will also be empty.
Man- Your place or mine?
Woman- Both. You go to your place, and I'll go to mine.
Man- I know how to please a woman
Woman- Oh yeah? Well please leave me alone.
Man- Hey haven't I seen you some other place before?
Woman- Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.
So that's the gender balanced out a bit then. I believe in equality, most people as poor as I am believe in equality, we want to be as equally rich as the rich people. It's raining now, weather eh? It's still cold though. Is this climate warming? Or it could be Global Change, couldn't it? I sent away for 4 energy saving bulbs, then I read that there is something in them that is not very good for the environment, once they're dead, wait I'll go check and see if I can find out more about it, don't go anywhere like, I won't be long, in fact you won't even know that I've been away, well you might, but it's unlikely, although you will know that I've been away, because I've told you, but in the timescale thing of the blogosphere, you won't notice. I'll play some music while I'm gone.
Ah right now, it's if they break, there's mercury inside them ( I don't think it's the planet Mercury, but the report that I scanned never said one way or the other, so it could be the planet mercury, but my basic instinct ( I wore that tape out, at the crossing and uncrossing of the legs bit, I couldn't believe that I was seeing Sharon Stone's fanny. Was it her vagina? Or was it a stand-in? Oh I'm a bit disappointed now. All these years I've thought that I'd seen her fanny, now it may not have been her. How did I get onto this subject?) is telling me that it's not the whole planet, there may be little pieces of the planet in the light bulbs, I'm not really sure?) and apparently mercury is toxic. So if you've got these bulbs, and one breaks, follow the following drill-:
Leave the room for 15 minutes, being careful not to stand on any shreds of glass.
DO NOT use a vacuum cleaner to suck up the broken pieces, as this could spread the toxic mercury about the house.
Put on rubber gloves and sweep up the debris into a dustpan, place the remains into a plastic bag, then seal it. ( and while you've got the rubber gloves on, you can come over to my place, and stroke me gently ( women only) in those areas that need gently stroked)
Do not place it in your normal dustbin, put it in a municipal recycling bin for batteries, or take it to a council dump.
Try not to inhale dust from the broken bulb. Although why you would want to try to inhale the dust I don't know, but that is the advice.
Oh well that's it for another day. Have a pleasant day everybody, take care out there today, it may be rotten weather. I hope that you have learnt something from reading this weblog posting, and thank you for taking the time to read this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Cheers.........

Today is wednesday. The police are demonstrating in London(?) about their rubbishy pay increase. Who's gonna monitor the demonstration? The police themselves? What if it gets out of hand? If they start shouting abuse at passers-by, who's gonna arrest them? Now any criminals out there, don't go near central London, it's full of cops, if you try anything, you're gonna get caught. The officer in charge of the march, said that he wasn't expecting any trouble. Demonstrations aren't what they used to be. The French, now they've still got it, I think we could learn a bit about demonstrating from the French. Their Fishermen, if they're on strike, block all ports, and if a ship/boat/ferry/barge, tries to get through their lines, the fisherman ram them, no messing about with these guys. The Farmers, well they get their tractors out, and start building road-blocks, then throw rotten fruit and veg. at anybody who tries to interfere. The French have got my respect for that, they're great demonstraters, top notch.
I was on a march, many years ago, when the South African rugby team were playing in the UK, that was when they had apartheid, separating whites from non-whites, and there was a good lot of demonstraters out, but there was a lot of women, and we just wanted to stop the games being played, any way we could. There was a bit of trouble, but the police kept us quite a distance away from the Rugby. There was this group of guys that started shouting abuse at us, so me and a few of the others had a go at them, but the cops grabbed us before we could get a decent scrap going. The good old days eh?
I'm feeling a bit better today, I've got the doctors tomorrow, my worry rash is up again. Well that's about it for today. I wonder if anybody will get arrested on the police march thingy.
There's words that you don't use a lot, but they're always in the news, like "insurgent" I've never ever used that before, I'll let you into a little secret, I don't know what an Insurgent is, but I'm not American, or in the US Army, although I do share my lack of knowledge with them, in regards to Insurgent. Another word is "Jihad" I think it means Holy War? I'm not sure, me being a non-muslim, oh I'm also a non-every other religion, so don't think that I'm picking on the muslims out there. I am a non-believer, yes there are some of us still left, and you know what, there's very few non-believers who have started a war over religion. Right gotta go now ( a number one, but I'm not sure, so I'll do a sit down pee, just in case, as my guts have been a bit dodgy of late, and I don't even drink) Cheers...

It's windy, cold and damp, and it's just as bad outside, a little joke there? No, I've heard it before as well. Is this the time of year when people get the winter blues?  In december you had Xmas or the new year to look forward to, you know to keep you going, keeping your spirits up. Was it all worth it? Some of us may have got some lovely new presents from our loved ones/santa, and some of us may have got the usual shite ( I must admit to getting, some good stuff) and there's always those of us who got sod all, not a visit, not  a hot meal or anything. I've been there before, on many occasions, but not for a long time now. I managed, somehow, to drag myself out of the gutter, and all the drink and drugs, and get a bit of respectability, in a new life. I'm not saying that it was easy, I certainly couldn't do it today. If I had decided to stay in the mire, that was my life, all those years ago, would I still be alive today? I don't know. I worry that my own kids will go through the same as me, I also want to tell them that living on your own, in a bedsit, miles from home in a stupor isn't fun. There are usually three ways to get out of it ( the drink, drug taking situation) The first is death, and that's not too attractive, even at the worst of times ( I have thought about suicide, but never had the courage to do it, although I now believe that it's not courage, it's selfish and heart-breaking for those left to clean up the sorry mess) Then eventually you're gonna have a few run-ins with the law, which I did, and I've had my share of bed & full board at Her Majesty's Hotels up and down the country. When I was in Brighton, we went on a ferry, but had no intention of getting off, it was a weekend of back and forth on the Channel, the duty-free was still in force then, so we all got sozzled. We did this about once a month in the summer, as we'd get away with it, because it was so busy. One time we decided to take a different way, and I ended up in a police cell, I hadn't the foggiest idea how I got there, but thought that the cell was on the ferry, however I did remember thinking to myself that it was a very smooth crossing, I wasn't on the ferry, I was in a Dutch police cell. How on earth I got there, I don't know. I was only taken in because I was found sleeping and they couldn't wake me, and I had no money on me. A man from the Embassy came to see me ( this was before all the open borders stuff mind 1982-3 I think) and they put me on a ferry home, and when I reached good old Blighty, my passport was confiscated until I paid back the cost of the Ferry. Bastards that they are. Anyway that was the end of that for me. So I went back to my bedsit, and waited for dole day, 3 days I had to go, but there was a soup kitchen at 8pm near the seafront most nights so that kept me going, plus there'd be the odd mate coming round to skin-up. But I thought NO this is NOT how I'm gonna live my life anymore, and did something about it. Firstly I moved away from the area, then started looking for work, tried to keep sober, there was the odd falling off the wagon, I'm not saying that it was easy, hell NO. But I made it through all of that and now? I'm back on drugs again, prescribed by my doctor, because I can hardly walk, due to the pain in my back & legs, some days are better than others, but some days you just want it all to go away, by any means at your disposal.
So I'm feeling a bit shitty today, maybe tomorrow I'll be better? Hope so... And that is M E

Life isn't much fun, at the moment, in fact to be perfectly honest ( and I do try to be honest) it's fucking shit. I feel like just walking out the door, but where would I go? How long would i last? Maybe I'll just hang about until I'm a bit better prepared to go, yeah I think I'll do just that. What if I never get any better? Will I have to live like this for the rest of my life? If I could change things, in my life, there are so many things I wouldn't do, so many changes I'd love to do, but maybe I'd be worse off, what if I'm actually dead, and this is HELL???
If only, yeah? How the fuck to I get this print smaller?
It's now starting to get on my fucking nerves.
Children eh? Well children are like Piles most of the time you know they're there, but they don't bother you, sometimes you have to give them things to keep them down, and sometimes they're a real pain in the fucking arse.

Hello again hello. Families are like, well families, they're there, and sometimes they're good, and sometimes they're bad. There is that old saying  
" You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family" Maybe I got that one wrong? I dunno, it just doesn't look right to me, but there again not much does look right to me.
I was reading the "Death Notices" in the paper ( as you do,) and started wondering what would be written for me. Then I thought that, bugger it, I'm gonna write my own death notice thingy ( what do you call these things? Words don't come easy to ME) but, there's always a but, now there's two buts, now three, and we'll stop there. I don't really know what to write, and the reason being, that I dunno when I'm gonna die, kick the bucket, snuff it. If I die before I'm 50, then it'll be a SUDDENLY death notice start ( most of them start with suddenly or peacefully, and I can't have peacefully, I won't go peacefully) followed by the sadness of my death, and the usual stuff that goes in one of these things. Then there's the funeral, if any part of my body, internal & external, can be used to better somebody else's life, then carve me up. I'll be dead, I won't care, but just make sure that I am dead first, I don't wanna wake up with all my offal all over the place, that would be awful. Then I'd want cremated, no coffin though, a cardboard box will do fine, maybe with a few scribbles on it from family and friends, I'm not fussy about flowers, if Herself is still living, and she wants a bunch of flowers, then people can stop at a sevice station, or supermarket and pick up a bunch on the way to the funeral.
So my coffin is cardboard, and nobody needs to carry me in, if you get a few skateboards and just wheel me in on them, oh and I've picked a few songs. The first is I'm Only Sleeping by The Beatles. The next one is Give Peace A Chance by John Lennon, and there may be other ones that I can't remember off-hand like, you know, so I might come back to this. My ashes to be thrown into the sea, near where dolphins swim ( if there's any dolphins left) because I've always wanted to swim with dolphins.
Well that's about it, thank you for reading this thing that I do, in this place that I do it in. Have we learned anything from this post today? We learnt that death isn't as straight forward as people would like to think. So if you're contemplating suicide, just think about it, just for a minute, firstly, you may not kill yourself, and be in a worse condition than you are now. Then there's all the hassle, and shame, that you'll be putting your friends and family through. Life isn't easy my friends, but Death, well that's much, much harder. Cheers

Hi, I'm going to give up blogging for a wee ( small/little) while, because of family problems. I am not in the best of health, but I get by most days, but when something out of the ordinary hits me, I'm not really able to deal with it. Therefore I'll need to try and sort out this family thing, before it gets out of control. So I'll be closing the blog for a bit, but I'll be back ( thanks Arnie) you won't get rid of me that easy, and I'm not handling matches anymore. So if you come here, and there's a light on, but nobody here, could you switch it off for me. That's it then C U L8R M8S. Cheers....

I have just heard on the news the the UK govt. is gonna clamp down on Extremism on the NET. Will that have any effect on this blogging site? I'm not really bothered if it affects YOU, but if it effects ME, then I am bothered. Who decides what is extreme? Could James of Lindow be considered an extreme organ farmer blogger? Sometimes he does go to extreme lengths when commenting, I'll grant you, but will the govt. Dept. of Extreme  ( Doe a dear a female dear, Ray a drop of golden sun, Me a name I call myself, Fah, a long long way to run, Soh a needle pulling thread, La a note to follow Soh, Tea A drink with jam and bread, and that will bring us back to Doe ( sorry about that, but it was the only way to get back on track) which is now a new govt. dept.) clamp him? How much will James' poor distraught wife Kathy have to pay to get James of Lindow unclamped? How long will she have to wait? Will she want James to be unclamped? If he is able to still do his farming, and it is only his mouth and keyboard that has been clamped ( his keyboard, is the qwerty one, and not an organ, oh yes I know that he is an organ farmer, but he doesn't farm that type of organ) maybe Kathy ( his ever loving wife) won't want him unclamped? Maybe she will wait and see? If he does get clamped by DOE, then we should all start a Free The Lindow One campaign, and we could be James Lindow's Barmy Army, yes? I think that I'll leave it there, let you think about it for a while.
I read a tale of one mans New Year Resolutions, and thought that I'd share it with you, but only if you're good. This could apply to anyone of us, so here goes
2004 - I will pay off my bank loan promptly
2005 - I will pay off my bank loans promptly
2006 - I will be totally out of debt by next year
2007 - I will try to pay off the debt interest by next year
2008 - I will try to be out of the country by next year.
Right gotta go now, my bowels are wanting to move, and it's better for everyone that lives here that my bowels move in the loo, so farewell, until the next weblog posting that will appear in this little corner of the blogosphere. Right gotta go................................

I have a list of new definitions, that were in the Washington Post a few days back. I didn't cut and paste the list, because I can't remember how to do it, so I ripped the list out of the newspaper, yes Antlady showed me how, a few months back, on a different blog, but there was a fire, and everything was lost on my blog. I am not allowed near matches anymore, so hopefully this blog will be fire-proof.
Right the Washington Post asked readers for alternative meanings for common words, and here is the readers responses-:
Coffee - The person upon whom one coughs.
Flabbergasted - Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained
Abdicate - To give up hope of ever having a flat stomach
Esplanade - To attempt an explanation while drunk
Willy-nilly - Impotent
Negligent - Absent-mindedly answering the door wearing only a night-gown
Lymph - To walk with a lisp
Gargoyle - Olive flavoured mouthwash
Flatulence - Emergency vehicle for people who get runover by a steamroller
Balderdash - A rapidly receding hairline.
That's it, just trying to bring humour to the opposite of masses, whatever that is? Minorities maybe?
So I'm just trying to bring a tad of frivolity to the minority. Cheers....

If it's cold outside you can put on some extra clothing, or stay indoors where it's nice and warm. It is your choice. You can stay inside your little cocoon, only venturing out when it is safe to do so. However when is it safe? Is it safe to go out in your car, to the shops maybe, when there are other vehicles on the road? Is it safe to send our kids off to school when there might be some bad people out there that may want to hurt them? Is anything safe? If we sit down and think about everything before we do it, then maybe, we'd never do anything at all, we certainly wouldn't talk to anyone, they may have some disease, or they may be carrying a weapon, and want to hurt us. Most of us, don't do that, most of us know that there are dangers out there, but don't let them affect our daily lives too much. It's like this blogging lark, you may type in a post, put it on show for all the world to see ( yes that's what happens, although most of the world won't read your blogs) then if you get a comment that disagrees with you, or a comment that you find hurtful, what do you do? You could answer the comment, ignore it, try to understand why the comment was made, like was it something in your post that offended the commentor? Does the commentor have a different sense of humour? All these things can be acted upon, but really, why are we here? To tell the world all about our daily lives? To lie about ourselves? To put forward ourselves as a person that we'd really like to be, rather than who we are? I'm not in my seventies, I'm in my forties ( but look no older than 25) I do have a disability, I don't get out much, I suffer from bouts of depression, I get a lot of pain from my back and legs on a daily basis. I try to be positive, try not to make my weblog postings too serious, try to have a bit of fun in this virtual world of ours, because sometime the real world ain't much fun.
So that's me, I've laid myself naked for all the world to see ( but I'm covering up my dangly bits, so no photographs please) So maybe now we can all stop crying and just get on with our lives. I know that I will.....