I was gonna do a post earlier on today, but I couldn't remember what I was gonna post about, and it kinda helps a bit, if you know what you're gonna post on yer blog ( all the you bits is really me, or I, it doesn't really matter, well it does a bit, it matters to me, I like to get things right, I don't usually manage to, but I like to look as if I'm trying) I used to write things down, but my writing ain't that good, I would've made a good Dr., well the prescription writing bit, I would've been good at that, the rest of it, might've been over my head. I'm lost now, why was I going on about Dr's.? Oh yes the writing, well I wouldn't write down what I was gonna post on my blog, just little notes on the subject, most of the time though, I never used them, or couldn't read my writing ( I'm getting Deja Vu here, or have I been here before?) which meant that a few funny-ish quips were lost for all eternity, or until I remembered them again, whichever one comes first. So I asked Santa for a Dictaphone, insert joke here.......................................................... Ha, ha, very good, very funny, an interactive weblog posting here.  So Santa came up trumps, he never really, but he did get me a Dictaphone ( do I, or should I be capitalising Santa, when I'm referring to Him, like that? You know when someone is referring to God, and they may be doing the He, and Him stuff, I'm not very Godly myself, if there is a God ( which I doubt) I'll take my chances that He is a very, very forgiving God, so do you follow me here? I'm lost myself.)
Ok so I've got my Dick, and I'm talking into it, not too loud, more a whisper, but no, maybe an octave or two higher than a whisper. Oh sorry, I've just realised something, I've called my Dictaphone Dick, well you gotta name your gadgets, it makes them feel part of the family, so if I'm doing anything with Dick, it's my Dictaphone, and not that monster in between my legs. Right I'm digressing an awful lot this afternoon, I did it again. So I speak into Dick, then when I go to listen to what I've said, maybe 4 or 5 hours later, I can't understand A thing I've said. Is that my voice? Am I speaking English? Does my Dick translate my spoken words from English to Gibberish? I did get the odd word here'n'there, picked it up, but I'm now trying to train myself to speak more clearly. How Now Brown Cow. I think it's called Execution lessons that I'm giving myself, so that what comes out of my Dick will be clear and concise.
I have got a habit of chewing, chewing gum, it's better than swallowing, and isn't that what you're supposed to do with chewing gum? Chew? I gave up smoking ( the cigarettes and that stuff) a couple of years ago, and I've not got out of the habit of chewing gum. So when I'm speaking into my Dick, I'm chewing at the same time, and there's a lot of slurping noises, and of course my accent, I can't understand it. Maybe when I get used to the way that I speak, and if I take my gum out of my mouth, when I want to use my Dick, things may get better, but until then, that's it folks...