It's not you, it's me

It’s about time I posted something isn’t it? The thing is, I haven’t felt like blogging much lately. This has been going on for a few months now, which is weird because I used to love writing posts and blogged nearly every day. I haven’t been reading other people’s blogs either. Sorry. I guess I’ve just lost interest in the whole thing.

So I guess this is goodbye. For a while at least. If the urge returns, which I suspect it will, I’ll be back. Here or somewhere new. Who knows? Not me.

For now though, please do have a squiz at the archives. Here are some of the posts I most enjoyed writing.

Pigeon plot

Graphic Proposal

Allegory of allegories

Bubble thought

Google's Bday

Proper way

Sprinkles universe

Office party

Baby Jesus is force-feeding me beanburgers

Crumblies of today

Ooh ah kid knocky stay thin

Toilet art

Mad as a fish

If you’ve been a regular visitor, I really can’t thank you enough. It’s been ace. I’ve loved writing on here and seeing the stats rise, it’s done wonders for my confidence in my writing. Perhaps that’s why I don’t feel like doing it anymore. Maybe I’ve got what I came for. I don’t know. But it’s been massive fun, so ta.

I hope you’ll stay in touch, feel free to email or Facebook me. I am still alive. Honest. In fact my life has been enhanced somewhat lately with the advent of sugar-free Wether's Originals. Oh yeah, and I'm actually making progress with the novel. It's about time really. I guess when it's finished, that's when I'll be back.

Not Sure Alan

Lovely Tracy has sent me a shopping list. She found it in a Sainsbury’s shopping trolley in Northwich, Cheshire and, as you can see, it is a real gem.


Tracy's favourite bit is the 'Fries to go' and I like the 'Deodorant Alan - not Sure'.


Ahh. Life is good.




Thanks Tracy.

Monday Mystery: Pet foods

Why is it that people who eat meat, are often appalled at the idea of someone eating an animal they would think of as a pet, like a cat or dog? I mean, it’s widely accepted that a pig is as intelligent and emotional a creature as a dog, so what’s that about?

Having dinner in a restaurant with the boyf on Saturday night, I overheard the following snippet from the table opposite...

“Oh David’s going for the swordfish. You’ll eat anything won’t you David?”

“I suppose so [puffs chest out], I don’t have any food prejudices.”

Food prejudices. Great. So, eating a threatened species of fish is a virtue to this guy is it? I suppose I’d be like some kind of Nazi for thinking that’s best avoided am I? What with all my Food Prejudices and stuff.

And then he goes...

“When I went on a survival expedition we ate all kinds of things.”

And his friend says...

“What, so would you even eat cats and dogs?”

Am I missing something? Surely cats and dogs are not in trouble as species are they?

I dunno, it’s a Monday mystery to Buckley. What say you?

Ta-ra for a bit

I'm off to visit my folks for a few days, and might not be able to post. Back by the weekend though.
Have a good week.
Jx

Thursday Furry Friend(s): Tiggy & Spike

This week I have two Thursday Furry Friends. This is allowed because they both live in the same house. Tiggy and Spike are cats (in case you are too stupid to tell that from the pictures) and are the proud owners of the lovely Pink Jellybaby.

Aren't they gorge?

Tiggy is on the left and apparentely enjoys standing on his own foot and Spike does a mean impersonation of Batman.






Have you got a furry friend who might like to visit me next Thursday? If so, please drop me a line...

Turn around TV

I have got into a bad habit. I usually have a cup of tea at about 10am and I have started watching the television while I drink it.

I can tell that watching TV at 10am is bad, and the Men-in-Black-Suits who control The Media do not want people to do it, by the programmes that are on at that time. Maybe that's part of the reason why I do it. My own little revolution - sticking it to The Man at 10am every morning over a nice cup of tea. Anyway...

It’s all kids’ shows with weird squeaking things running around that I actually find a bit creepy. Or, those tired house-buying programmes, which as about as helpful as those people who keeping going on about how much the value of their house has increased over the last five years (“ooh really? It’s gone up by 12 grand. Thanks for telling me that – do keep me posted”). Or, shows where people (who really should just agree to keep away from each other) come on stage and shout and cry while some haughty presenter tries to tell them to be nicer.

I have been watching the latter. I know, it’s really bad. Jeremy Kyle. The main thing I have noticed about this show is that, when the guests relay things that people have said to them, they always say that the person “turned around” before saying it.

It’s always “she turned around and called me a ferret chucker”, or “you turned around and told me to go suck a sausage”, or whatever.

Maybe if these people faced each other from time to time instead having to turn around and say stuff these misunderstandings might not happen and then they wouldn’t have to go on TV and get patronised by JK?

I really need to go back to listening to Radio 4. It wouldn’t happen on Woman’s Hour.

Tuesday Tea Party: TBWLT

Ooh look, it's time for another Tuesday Tea Party already. How lovely. Today The Boy Who Likes To is coming over... And, would you believe it, here is that boy now...

Hello The Boy Who Likes To (*sharp inhale*) here is some tea for you. What is your favourite kind of tea?
The tea my friend Rob's tea company makes. Go facebook them. Shameless plug there.

Yes, it was a bit. Perhaps some cake will shut you up. What kind would you like?
I’d like a scone please. I like to think that I am plain and simple, but sometimes I like to go crazy and put jam on top. (I’d like to clarify I don’t actually put jam on my head).

That was nice, can I have another?

No. If you have too many you will be sick. I am not sure you've got the resolve for this tea and cake business...
Actually, I do. I once had birthday cake made for me that had Raphael from the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles on. I never touched it for years, it sat in my room for what seemed like an eternity, to a kid. One day I was hungry and nibbled on his icing legs and arms. I never really felt any ill effects.

Oh alright then, have another scone.... I say, if you could insert a tea party into any event in history what would it be? Possibly at the meeting that Mr Starbucks had when he decided to open up all these coffee shops. I’d offer tea and on side comment about how bad of an idea it would be and how it wouldn’t work. Anything to get rid of all the coffee shops and the coffee culture. (A pet hate of mine is I hate being stuck being someone in a cafe, while they take ages to get served a simple drink.)

What a splendid idea. I think tea could solve most of the world's ills if employed correctly. Now tell me, The Boy Who Likes To (*sharp inhale*) what is your fondest tea-memory of all time ever in your whole life?
While walking in the Knoydart Mountain area of Scotland a groups of us got a little lost. There was a lot of rain, many soaked walkers, a few tears, many requests to call for mountain rescue to save our asses, a couple of arguments and a race against a sun set. The run across the loch bed at the end to a small hut in the middle of nowhere, were we would be staying for the night, was a great moment. A cup of tea while taking off our very heavy boots and changing out of our soaking clothes would have been fantastic. (We made do with getting very drunk.)

My goodness I feel quite worn out just thinking about that. I think I will have to go and take a little nap now. So, goodbye The Boy Who Likes To (*sharp inhale*) and thank you for coming to my tea party.

Thanks for having me. Bye

Monday Mystery: Itching

Phew. I am very tired from my long run today. I did 16 miles, so after being quite rubbish last week, I am back on track for the Long Ducker. It took me close to three hours, so I had to time to ponder a lot of things, including this week's Monday Mystery, which is...

What is the point of itching?

I can think of no time when scratching the thing that itches is good idea. It always makes the itching thing worse. So why do we have itching? I'm not saying we should have something like pain instead, pain is not very nice, but how about some other kind of sensation that says, "Hey, healing in progress - do not touch"?

Itching is a Monday Mystery to me. What say you?

Saturday shopping list

I found this list while I was packing my shopping away at Tesco earlier this very week. It was crumpled and is faint, so click on it to see the full sized image.

My favourite item is the Shrek Toothbrush. I do like it when people are specific, so if you wouldn't mind doing likewise on your own shopping lists, just in case I find them, I'd appreciate it.


Also, Kinder Eggs. Cool. I am quite envious of this week's shopper. They are getting chocolate and a surprise and a toy as well (except that the toy and the surprise are presumably the same thing - unless I've been missing something). What more could any rational human being want out of life? Nothing.

Thursday Furry Friend: Freya

This week's Thursday Furry Friend is Freya, who Silver Tiger belongs to. You can read all about
her here.


Isn't she a bonny little thing?

Aw.

She's actually very slim - just not too fashion savvy. As I'm sure all you ladies will know, horizontal stripes add pounds.










Feel free to nominate next Thursday's Furry Friend in comments.