Have you seen our pussy
Our nice little collie too
They drive everyone loopy
With the fighting that they do

We have got a new book club
We also have a class in photography
If you know how a digital camera works
Could you please enlighten me

log on log on log on
It’s sitting on the bog
That I type this blog
Blog on blog on blog on

At the Summer Solstice
We were dancing in the night
We didn’t get up to no good
Because it was still quite Light

Last year there was some Hippies
All dressed up, Oh what a sight
One had got her nose pierced
A fat girls dress was too tight

log on log on log on
We’d all just get along
If YOU could sing a song
blog on blog on blog on

If you can catch the postie
On a street or avenue
Ask him where's my mums postcard
The card sent by me and you

Blog, log on, blog on
I could go on and on
But my brain has gone
log on, slog on, blog on...

Good Morning, only those of you with a finely tuned mind and body will be able to read this.
Even I'm having trouble seeing what pish I've typed in here, which is the reason I've changed colour ( I haven't personally changed colour, although I'm not milk bottle whit since my trip to Spain, so I suppose that I have changed colour, but I was already that colour before I started typing this pish, so I haven't changed colour, but the words that you are reading if you're perceptive enough, have changed colour, not all the time, they don't change every word, like a flashing Xmas decoration, I just changed the colour, because, well I'm not perceptive enough to be able to read this pish) Right now where was I?  Oh yeah, I was just rambling on, as per usual. Right it's a bit foggy here this morning ( that's here in the Isle of Lewis, and not here on Blog.co.uk it might be a bit foggy here, I dunno) and it is getting darker in the mornings, I get up at about 4-ish, and it's been very bright, however now it's not so bright, maybe that's because it has been so blooming cloudy recently, bloody weather. Where is all this global warming? Eh? It's not warming this place ( again not blog.co.uk, but my home) and with the power bills going up so fast, we need the warming to save on heating bills, and everything else.
I need to find a new supplier for my alternative medicine, my usual supplier in Serbia ( very good he was, and very cheap too, he also knew his stuff, and I found him on the web) is no longer in business, in fact his website has been taken down. I'm not sure why, but hey-hoh that's life. All the neighbours around where I live have been out cutting the grass, it wasn't too bad a day yesterday, and I now feel as if I want to scratch my bloody eyes out, I had a terrible headache yesterday because of it. I think it's the pollen or something like that, I'm not sure, I could've asked my Alternative Medicine Practitioner in Serbia, but he's not there anymore, there was a small notice on his website stating that he could be moving to the Netherlands.  So today is a brand new day, and the sun will shine, possibly not here, but somewhere, the sun can be a bit of a bastard at times, like I want it to shine here, and there's places in the world where they'd like it to rain, I'm thinking of somewhere in Africa, or indeed parts of Spain, so why does the sun shine on those areas of the world, when it must know that they don't want it to shine there, and they'd prefer for it to rain, so you see ( maybe you can't see) what I mean about the sun being a bit of a bastard then?
Right I better go and read yesterdays newspaper, it's not quite touching cloth yet, but it's at the " I dare not fart" stage, if you know what I mean. So thank you for visiting this place that I rent in a small corner of the blogosphere, and trying to read this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. If you've learned something from reading this, then I'm happy for you, if not then hey what can I say? Stuff happens. Righto better go folks. Cheers....

Because of you, I can now see
You've given me your energy
Because of you, I am now free
Free from the hurt and misery

Because of you love came to me
A love that's bound by honesty
Because of you, I came to be
Being with you is destiny

Because of you, I have no past
You've given me a love to last
Because of you, I'm no outcast
My love for you is unsurpassed

Because of you, Life's not a strain
You took away most of my pain
Because of you, I feel again
Feel love for you I can't contain

Because of you, I now feel strong
Stronger to know our love's not wrong
Because of you I now belong
Fate brought me to you all along

It's late on a Saturday afternoon
My head's thumping, like a Drummer Boys tune
The clock on the wall reads 4.45
I nip my arm to check I'm still alive

After a while I throw up in the bog
I think that I'll get a " hair of the dog"
My wallet's not empty, that's a good sign
I better steer clear of that cheap red wine

My mouth needs "Hoovered", and I need a smoke
Lit up, began thinking, when someone spoke
Oh shit, I've just slept with my best friends wife
This is going to complicate my life

I'm wishing that this is just some wet dream
I'm still thinking, trying to hatch a scheme
She looked real good, she smelled even better
A short skirt and a red V-neck sweater

I'd never thought of her this way before
We kissed then made love on the bedroom floor
She screamed so loud as she came from above
For an hour or two, I was in love

I don't think I can face my friend again
Is there really sunshine after the rain?
I'd fallen in love, she gave me the key
The key to her heart, is what she gave me

How could I? Now he's no longer my mate
Me and his ex-wife are getting on great
When love comes knocking you've got a new friend
A friendship that lasts to the very end??

If someone is a believer in God, and there are plenty of believers out there, there are also plenty of packages available to do homage to this God, but I don't wanna go down that road, although I sometimes feel sorry for this new Pope ( although if someone is over 80, they're hardly new?) he followed a revered, well liked Pope, so what chance does he have? It's like the Italian football coach, he took over when they were world champions, the only way is down from there. I'm digressing here, but my point is this, if you do believe in God, is it Hell for you, knowing that your good state of health is keeping you out of heaven?
Like, if it was me, and I was really, really sure, and I mean so sure that I'd send a guilty man to the chair, that kinda sure, I think that I'd top myself ( commit suicide), but that might not get me into heaven though? Hmmm, they've covered a lot of the angles, these olden days God fearing guys. Suicide is frowned upon ( unless you're a complete idiot, and are taken in by the hundreds of virgins waiting for you in heaven line, that some Islamist Jihadists use to entrap the youth to become suicide bombers, the fools that they are. It's hard enough finding a virgin here, never mind in heaven, and anyway God's taken all the best looking females for Himself and His Boy, and one or two others, but it maybe that shagging is not permitted in heaven, I dunno? No one has come back and said that we should get as much sex as we can in this life, because the after life is sex free/no sex allowed.)
So basically there are no virgins in heaven, well there may be one or two, but they're spoken for, and if you've got a life threatening illness, and you're a believer, just let go, don't fight it. There is only one thing for sure in this life, and that is that it will end in death. A cheery thought to leave you with.
Thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. If you have learned something from reading this, then it has all been worthwhile, if not then you know too much, and need to get some fresh air. Cheers

Oh this is a piece of crap, I'm so pissed off, all I wanted to do was comment on someone elses blog, but I've had it up to here with these arseholes, maybe I didn't really need to, but I did and what a bloody waste of my precious time it was. I have plenty of time really however it is still a pain in the rear. So that's all I'm saying or blogging about just now, go on report me, you know you want to, go on, it'll make you feel better about yourself, and anyway, you don't want scum like me dirtying your blogosphere now , do you?????
If you've not got the balls to do it, then FUCK OFF, get the fuck outta here, you fucking arseholes that you are.
Fuck, bastard, shite, fuck, bastard shite.

WHOOOOO, I feel better now. I nearly virtually lost it there. I think that I've got, or virtually got "Tourettes Syndrome" I dunno, maybe yes, and maybe you're all a bunch of fucking wankers, now fuck off,bastards, shite, fuck.
Tourettes is it? My fucking arse it is, I'll tell you that my good man. I've virtually lost it, I'm talking to myself in a virtual world, or am I? I don't fucking know, don't come round here asking stupid fucking shitty questions like that you fucking arsehole that you are. . That's it let it all out of your system. Oh this is Utter Garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I do not think that I need a lift
I’d rather walk than be in your car
Yesterday was the day we agreed
I waited, pondering, where you are
I know you said it was not the end
I know you wanted to remain friends

You faker, you faker, you were never there
You faker, you faker, I refuse to share
You faker, you faker, I don’t need your love
You faker, you faker, You have had enough

All of your charm, all of your gifts
I’ve thrown them out the window
I’m cleaning my house, don’t want your smell
So now that's it, and I want you to know
If we ever meet again, it’ll be too soon
The next time we meet there'll be a blue moon

You faker, you faker, please drop the pretence
You faker, you faker, you have no defence
You faker, you faker, I believed your lies
You faker, you faker, don’t apologise

I thought I knew you, at least who you were
It came as a lightening bolt from the blue
Is there anything in your world not fake?
Thinking, wondering, who on Earth are you?
I've now changed the locks on my front door
So you can't bother me anymore

You faker, you faker, money in the bank?
You faker, you faker, your breath really stank
You faker, you faker, you’re a filthy rat
You faker, you faker, I'm not your pussy cat
You faker, you faker, I know all about her
You faker, you faker, you'll make a lovely pair
You faker, you faker, you never really loved me
You faker, you faker, that’s the worst of reality