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This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!

The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.

I hope you enjoy my offerings. Feedback and comments of any kind are welcome.

Friday, 29 April 2011

I Forgot What I Came In For.

I had a plan this morning ... something I wanted to write about; something I though you might like to know.
But I'll be damned if I can remember what it was.

Anyway ....

Here in 'Blighty' ... well,Wales ... we have been blessed with a lengthy period of sunshine and temperatures that are, for want of a better word, freakish for this time of year.

There have been no April showers ... or down-pours as we like to refer to them ... and there have been no high winds and gales, such as the ones that wrecked our garden fence a few years back.

Yes, we have been well and truly blessed weather-wise.

The young folks are out strutting their stuff on the streets and in the parks; T-shirtless men displaying their muscles and scantily clad young ladies displaying more flesh than 'grandma' ever knew she had.

The sunshine certainly brings out enough to ogle-material for both sexes to enjoy.

However I have no interest in getting a tan ... my skin darkens under a 40watt light bulb anyway ... and I'm not one for displaying my 'wares' to all and sundry, so my shirts stay where they are put ... on my back.

I'm not averse to the occasional semi-naked young lady crossing my path though and, I have to admit, my eyes have popped once or twice at the sight of some voluptuous beauty or other.  I am human, after all.

Oh, by the way ... William and Kate are to be married today.

I would just like to say that I, along with about 75% of the nation, am not at all interested in their wedding.  In fact I have already had a belly-full of 'The Royal Wedding'.  That is all we hear about these days.

Perhaps, only perhaps, if the media hadn't rammed it down our throats for weeks I would be a little more interested watching their 'big day' on TV, but to be honest I'd rather work.

I wish them well, of course, but I have more pressing issues to deal with ... questions to answer.

Such as ...
  • Why don't horse riders carry bags to pick up their horse's poo?
  • Why do fat people (I'm not 'fat-ist') always think there is enough room in a narrow doorway for them and us then attempt to squeeze their way through?
  • Why are people with the best university education always the biggest idiots?
Not exactly philosophical conundrum's, I know, but they keep me busy.

Ah!  Now I remember what I was going to tell you about ... my haircut!

Sadly though, I don't have time now.  It's a 'bank holiday' ... that means I have to work!

See you soon.


    1. Horse poo bags good point. Fat people see themselves as being skinny but in reality there not and won't own up. Because there are taught by bigger idiots :-).

    2. Horse nappies? Actually it's the law here in Oz that you must clean up after your horse.(not that anyone does)
      I do that as well, at night I lay there in the dark writing very funny and witty pieces about everything...by morning its gone and I sit in front of the keyboard with nuthin!


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