This is my view on the Scottish referendum, I have no affiliation either way I have friends and family north of the border, its their decision not ours.
307 years is how long the union has lasted, I for one think its up to them, I won't think anymore of them if they stay I won't think any less of them if they leave, some people want it, some people don't, when I'm home I'm English and that's the way I think of my self , when I'm abroad I think of myself as British, it's a national identity some feel stronger about than others, when I was in the army people kept calling me Geordie and I always argued the case I was from County Durham that did not compute, I'm not a Geordie or a mackum,I come from the land of the prince bishops, Durham, so that should make me a dunelmian or some such other name, I was fiercely vocal about where I come from, I have no axe to grind with any part of the country I just love where I'm from, mind you if you are from south of Durham you are by the very definition a southerner!
So what ever happens which ever way the dice roll just remember it was a choice, if you didn't vote you don't get a say, the world keeps on turning either way tomorrow will be a new day for everybody and as long as nobody got hurt, I'm sure it will be a good day, now if you do get independence I might play the family card and get a Scottish passport unless they want to invade and come all the way down to Durham hahahaha until that happens ..............Toodles!
Thursday 18 September 2014
Decline of the western civilisation
I hate shaving ....there you go I said it, I have been shaving since I was 11, actually it would been later but my school indicated that the bum fluff had to go, from the age of 13 if I felt like being a rebel, I would first buy a Bic razor and then collect a Drs note as my face would be ripped to bits hence no shaving and my school could nothing about it , I never even considered shaving until I was taken aside one morning in assembly and told I needed to smarten myself up, this coming from Mr Binks the scruffiest teacher in school, oh how we laughed when I refused to comply, to be honest I wasn't a rebel at school I just didn't like being told to smarten myself up by someone who looked dressed and smelt like a bloody tramp
I then joined the army and then I had to shave twice a day, not because I was particularly hirsute, I just had a tendency to miss the odd hair, and I didn't want to end on a fizzer cleaning toilets or any other dirty job some NCO might find for me, I didn't mind shaving whilst in the army it was part of the job and it was a job I loved doing. That didn't last long and although I grew my hair when I left I didn't grow my beard back straight away, I looked like a child without the beard (ask my wife she thinks she will be arrested for child molestation......I wish!......ooops bad taste) I had no problem getting served in pubs, I had been buying my (older) brothers beer in bars for nearly three years although I never drank in a pub until I was 17, I wasn't very good at facial grooming, if I grew facial hair I had a tendency to just let it roam wild across my face.
Then I hit my late twenties and I started to not shave for a long time, and then soon I had stubble and it suited me, I liked it but again I had no idea on how to groom or style it, so when it become unsightly it was ripped from my face very quickly, I was clean shaven when I met my wife but she soon indicated that she loved the beard so it was kept, I remember the first time I shaved my beard off and said hello to my youngest, she wasn't happy at all about it. Then I finally got to grips and I started (badly) to groom shave and shape the direction of my facial topiary.
It soon started to go grey (have you met my family) and I loved it but then health issues kicked in and now when I go bed I have to be trussed up like bomber command (ok chaps lets head for home) so the top lip had to clean shaven so I could get a seal (so many jokes) so I am clean shaven for the longest time in the last 25 years and I hate it, I'm not saying that it was glamorous but it was mine and I hate not being able to have one.
The reason for this blog and the dramatic title well, according to the news today men's grooming is suffering a down turn and we are all starting to look like some TV refugee Arabs in some silly Cop show or like extra's in a ZZ Top video collection, but the real answer is the cost of the bloody things you need to get a mortgage to buy traditional wet shave razors, I could always go old school and buy a cut throat (lets not give me any ideas) but no I would in all honesty would love to have my beard back, but now that they are fashionable I think I will stay shaven, because I hate to follow any fashion, until the next time .............Toodles!
I then joined the army and then I had to shave twice a day, not because I was particularly hirsute, I just had a tendency to miss the odd hair, and I didn't want to end on a fizzer cleaning toilets or any other dirty job some NCO might find for me, I didn't mind shaving whilst in the army it was part of the job and it was a job I loved doing. That didn't last long and although I grew my hair when I left I didn't grow my beard back straight away, I looked like a child without the beard (ask my wife she thinks she will be arrested for child molestation......I wish!......ooops bad taste) I had no problem getting served in pubs, I had been buying my (older) brothers beer in bars for nearly three years although I never drank in a pub until I was 17, I wasn't very good at facial grooming, if I grew facial hair I had a tendency to just let it roam wild across my face.
Then I hit my late twenties and I started to not shave for a long time, and then soon I had stubble and it suited me, I liked it but again I had no idea on how to groom or style it, so when it become unsightly it was ripped from my face very quickly, I was clean shaven when I met my wife but she soon indicated that she loved the beard so it was kept, I remember the first time I shaved my beard off and said hello to my youngest, she wasn't happy at all about it. Then I finally got to grips and I started (badly) to groom shave and shape the direction of my facial topiary.
It soon started to go grey (have you met my family) and I loved it but then health issues kicked in and now when I go bed I have to be trussed up like bomber command (ok chaps lets head for home) so the top lip had to clean shaven so I could get a seal (so many jokes) so I am clean shaven for the longest time in the last 25 years and I hate it, I'm not saying that it was glamorous but it was mine and I hate not being able to have one.
The reason for this blog and the dramatic title well, according to the news today men's grooming is suffering a down turn and we are all starting to look like some TV refugee Arabs in some silly Cop show or like extra's in a ZZ Top video collection, but the real answer is the cost of the bloody things you need to get a mortgage to buy traditional wet shave razors, I could always go old school and buy a cut throat (lets not give me any ideas) but no I would in all honesty would love to have my beard back, but now that they are fashionable I think I will stay shaven, because I hate to follow any fashion, until the next time .............Toodles!
Pages of old
For once I haven't been a misery, just busy, busy, busy! work has kept my nose to the grind stone far more than intended,so this will be short and sweet, but please expect incoming over the weekend with potentially two or three blogs in the mix.
What made me avoid blogging has been my inability to get the next book published Blurb who I use have upgraded their software to be more user friendly.......erm not! after numerous attempts I was left licking my wounds looking for a blunt object to batter my laptop with, ho hum that's what you get when you are a luddite, don't worry I haven't given up I have just been contemplating where I have gone wrong (again), working up the courage to have another attempt, watch this space, honest the book is finished, it's just me being a dumbass!
Numbers have been strong for older blogs so that means you lot are spreading the disease, and that we have a number of new readers, I have some time off and the start of some cunning plans over the next few weeks, so I think I shall be a tad naughty!
I have embraced some new technology this week and surprised the wife by upgrading our phones that in itself has been an ordeal, so I will need some time to recover from the shock of having to work out what does what , slowly slowly catchee.................actually lose your mind, but I'm not going to let it beat me (just yet) today I have a few tasks (allegedly) to sort out and then I intend to play lots and lots of music, I have had my vegetarian breakfast (ok so there was no bacon in the house) but I intend to enjoy my time off.
Ok so that means today I have to assist (sort of0 in the looking after of our grand kids, but I will try and be a happy soul for them, as they really are full of life, so I feel as though I should get me and the wife a case of red bull, thankfully the youngest is assisting us, well it keeps her off the streets or college whatever they call it these days! so onwards and upwards just a little ditty to let you all know I'm alive and kicking listening to tunes getting ready to unleash an onslaught of blogs, so until later you behave and have fun........Toodles!
What made me avoid blogging has been my inability to get the next book published Blurb who I use have upgraded their software to be more user friendly.......erm not! after numerous attempts I was left licking my wounds looking for a blunt object to batter my laptop with, ho hum that's what you get when you are a luddite, don't worry I haven't given up I have just been contemplating where I have gone wrong (again), working up the courage to have another attempt, watch this space, honest the book is finished, it's just me being a dumbass!
Numbers have been strong for older blogs so that means you lot are spreading the disease, and that we have a number of new readers, I have some time off and the start of some cunning plans over the next few weeks, so I think I shall be a tad naughty!
I have embraced some new technology this week and surprised the wife by upgrading our phones that in itself has been an ordeal, so I will need some time to recover from the shock of having to work out what does what , slowly slowly catchee.................actually lose your mind, but I'm not going to let it beat me (just yet) today I have a few tasks (allegedly) to sort out and then I intend to play lots and lots of music, I have had my vegetarian breakfast (ok so there was no bacon in the house) but I intend to enjoy my time off.
Ok so that means today I have to assist (sort of0 in the looking after of our grand kids, but I will try and be a happy soul for them, as they really are full of life, so I feel as though I should get me and the wife a case of red bull, thankfully the youngest is assisting us, well it keeps her off the streets or college whatever they call it these days! so onwards and upwards just a little ditty to let you all know I'm alive and kicking listening to tunes getting ready to unleash an onslaught of blogs, so until later you behave and have fun........Toodles!
Sunday 7 September 2014
The Race Is On
No the title is not in honour of the great north run, but because of The Buckets, as always I digress, lets set the scene.........once upon a time in a land far far away.................................
The week had been slow, work just grinding on and on, I didn't have a happy point to look forward to, I had discovered we had been sold a puppy so to speak we had our eldest daughters dog to look after on Saturday, the ultimate pissing machine, coming to stay while they went off on a jaunt, not really sure how we always end doing stuff for her and the tribe when they won't do jack shit for us strange that, but ho hum you can choose your friends but not ....................................continued at sadstrangelittleman.com.
Friday I collapsed in a food coma after having my tea, funny how since I have started eating sensibly (cough splutter...actually yeah I have) if I have a heavy meal its like the wife has asked me to sniff a chloroform filled rag (again), I dragged myself up the wooden hill and was soon ensconced in bomber command (still not loving the mask but boy does it help) the night soon ended with the wife heading off for the puppy from hell (actually he's not but I have to make it look as though I am being put on) the brothers then spend a number of hours doing there best WWE impersonation, and the only reason of unhappiness and issue is the uncontrolled bladder but not to worry you can't blame the puppy if it's not trained correctly!
The youngest was going to a birthday party in Jarrow so I had the bright idea of asking G if he would like some company for a few drinkies an ulterior motive to get us out of the house but at the same time see our friend, Then we found out that the Buckets were playing an impromptu gig at The Voyager and soon some other members of the Tee Hee Club being dragged into the mix the night really was going to be the silver lining to a shit week, we returned all the puppies to their starting blocks and left on time Flux Capacitor fully charged, some fancy footwork (organs sold) to fill the petrol tank (don't ask) and some coin in our pocket (I ain't winning the lottery this week) we headed to our first destination with four stone of Valium as we approached the Tyne tunnel, turn off completed succesfully, and breathing resumed at a normal rate, we proceeded to Sunny South Shields to collect the first part of the puzzle A Shandi and the keeper of the royal flight, we were welcomed by the hounds of hell (actually the friendliest bunch you will ever meet) a quick drinkie poo's (well I'm not the designated driver) well it would be rude not to and a quick tour of the star ship enterprise music system so jealous but pointless as the family doesn't appreciate my musical choice nor do I care much for theirs!
We set off to meet up with G only to look back at the house to find Loki giving us the Eye because we hadn't taken him....bless, G had moved on earlier so we waddled (well I did) in his wake to the Voyager, two minutes later the gang are all smiles and The Buckets are all ready set up, we were met with the warmest of welcomes (as always) Mr Charlton in full on cheeky chap mode and we fought our way to the bar, a small unannounced gig and the place is full to the rafters, and that's were the truth and fantasy part ways, as always you have to see the Buckets to believe them, this had all the magical ingredients for a cracking night, lots of friends good drink and rockabilly music for the masses, although I got my fingers burned I have been watching the Buckets for years and initially they used to do California Man (by The Move but I prefer the Cheap Trick version) and for years I have/requested/ shouted for it to no avail, just cheek for having the audacity for requesting it, well I got it last night and as they started playing it Mr Charlton requested paying for singing it (4 Jagermiester for the band por favor) ooops I hadn't expected and after the Mrs sent me to the bar for once, I stood there in panic as I hadn't brought that much money with us, we were only intending to have a cheeky little drink with G not a full scale session hahahaha thankfully I wasn't embarrassed at the bar(just) and I didn't mind as they are truly a fantastic band, we only caught the first set (if we had stayed it would really have been messy oh yes) a great set, a snogging competition, somebody yawning (WTF) a game of Kerplunk and a stonking version of The Race Is On, see I do get to the point at some time, now Smog claimed they were doing the Jack Jones version, well it did my napper in as to why I knew the song (we still think it was used in a film at some point)so I had to look it and .............yes it was the Dave Edmunds version I knew, problem solved I could rest my weary brain, and then all too soon it was over, we were introduced to Mr Charlton's sister (who was lovely..I don't see the family connection hahahahahahaha) and then we headed off into the night just as the bar was running out of beer, oh dear.
Youngest picked up and another panic at the Tyne Tunnel averted, we headed home back to Gimpsville to a trigger happy puppy who jumped into my arms (bless him) and another meal ( I had had a drink what did you expect , but on the plus side I didn't have anything else to drink once I got home) we settled down to watch Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back, and then all I can remember is my better half poking me with a stick to get me up the wooden hill, once deposited in bed the land of nod soon returned, this morning I felt actually Ok (I had ditched the mask for a night) and here I am typing up a storm.
I haven't written of late purely as I had other things going on and not in a massively negative way, life just got in the way and instead of me retreating from it I took up the challenge and got on with it, the biggest pain is that Blurb books has upgraded its software to make it easier to upload books to be published and............yes you guessed it I am having major issues (GRRRR) the book is done and dusted just I'm licking my wounds trying to get it printed bear with me incoming!
As always thanks to everybody who comments ,clicks like or generally abuses me, there has been nothing to worry about , normal service has been resumed now lets just see if we can spread the disease and get these numbers back on the up, so here we go the new chapter of Walks With Broken Hoop spread the word the Kid is back and fighting fit, until next time .......Toodles!
The week had been slow, work just grinding on and on, I didn't have a happy point to look forward to, I had discovered we had been sold a puppy so to speak we had our eldest daughters dog to look after on Saturday, the ultimate pissing machine, coming to stay while they went off on a jaunt, not really sure how we always end doing stuff for her and the tribe when they won't do jack shit for us strange that, but ho hum you can choose your friends but not ....................................continued at sadstrangelittleman.com.
Friday I collapsed in a food coma after having my tea, funny how since I have started eating sensibly (cough splutter...actually yeah I have) if I have a heavy meal its like the wife has asked me to sniff a chloroform filled rag (again), I dragged myself up the wooden hill and was soon ensconced in bomber command (still not loving the mask but boy does it help) the night soon ended with the wife heading off for the puppy from hell (actually he's not but I have to make it look as though I am being put on) the brothers then spend a number of hours doing there best WWE impersonation, and the only reason of unhappiness and issue is the uncontrolled bladder but not to worry you can't blame the puppy if it's not trained correctly!
The youngest was going to a birthday party in Jarrow so I had the bright idea of asking G if he would like some company for a few drinkies an ulterior motive to get us out of the house but at the same time see our friend, Then we found out that the Buckets were playing an impromptu gig at The Voyager and soon some other members of the Tee Hee Club being dragged into the mix the night really was going to be the silver lining to a shit week, we returned all the puppies to their starting blocks and left on time Flux Capacitor fully charged, some fancy footwork (organs sold) to fill the petrol tank (don't ask) and some coin in our pocket (I ain't winning the lottery this week) we headed to our first destination with four stone of Valium as we approached the Tyne tunnel, turn off completed succesfully, and breathing resumed at a normal rate, we proceeded to Sunny South Shields to collect the first part of the puzzle A Shandi and the keeper of the royal flight, we were welcomed by the hounds of hell (actually the friendliest bunch you will ever meet) a quick drinkie poo's (well I'm not the designated driver) well it would be rude not to and a quick tour of the star ship enterprise music system so jealous but pointless as the family doesn't appreciate my musical choice nor do I care much for theirs!
We set off to meet up with G only to look back at the house to find Loki giving us the Eye because we hadn't taken him....bless, G had moved on earlier so we waddled (well I did) in his wake to the Voyager, two minutes later the gang are all smiles and The Buckets are all ready set up, we were met with the warmest of welcomes (as always) Mr Charlton in full on cheeky chap mode and we fought our way to the bar, a small unannounced gig and the place is full to the rafters, and that's were the truth and fantasy part ways, as always you have to see the Buckets to believe them, this had all the magical ingredients for a cracking night, lots of friends good drink and rockabilly music for the masses, although I got my fingers burned I have been watching the Buckets for years and initially they used to do California Man (by The Move but I prefer the Cheap Trick version) and for years I have/requested/ shouted for it to no avail, just cheek for having the audacity for requesting it, well I got it last night and as they started playing it Mr Charlton requested paying for singing it (4 Jagermiester for the band por favor) ooops I hadn't expected and after the Mrs sent me to the bar for once, I stood there in panic as I hadn't brought that much money with us, we were only intending to have a cheeky little drink with G not a full scale session hahahaha thankfully I wasn't embarrassed at the bar(just) and I didn't mind as they are truly a fantastic band, we only caught the first set (if we had stayed it would really have been messy oh yes) a great set, a snogging competition, somebody yawning (WTF) a game of Kerplunk and a stonking version of The Race Is On, see I do get to the point at some time, now Smog claimed they were doing the Jack Jones version, well it did my napper in as to why I knew the song (we still think it was used in a film at some point)so I had to look it and .............yes it was the Dave Edmunds version I knew, problem solved I could rest my weary brain, and then all too soon it was over, we were introduced to Mr Charlton's sister (who was lovely..I don't see the family connection hahahahahahaha) and then we headed off into the night just as the bar was running out of beer, oh dear.
Youngest picked up and another panic at the Tyne Tunnel averted, we headed home back to Gimpsville to a trigger happy puppy who jumped into my arms (bless him) and another meal ( I had had a drink what did you expect , but on the plus side I didn't have anything else to drink once I got home) we settled down to watch Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back, and then all I can remember is my better half poking me with a stick to get me up the wooden hill, once deposited in bed the land of nod soon returned, this morning I felt actually Ok (I had ditched the mask for a night) and here I am typing up a storm.
I haven't written of late purely as I had other things going on and not in a massively negative way, life just got in the way and instead of me retreating from it I took up the challenge and got on with it, the biggest pain is that Blurb books has upgraded its software to make it easier to upload books to be published and............yes you guessed it I am having major issues (GRRRR) the book is done and dusted just I'm licking my wounds trying to get it printed bear with me incoming!
As always thanks to everybody who comments ,clicks like or generally abuses me, there has been nothing to worry about , normal service has been resumed now lets just see if we can spread the disease and get these numbers back on the up, so here we go the new chapter of Walks With Broken Hoop spread the word the Kid is back and fighting fit, until next time .......Toodles!
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