The Ecstasy Of Gold

Well sometimes you have to mix it up a tad so the song title is from a film soundtrack and like this blog some will be good some will be bad and some will be down right ugly so buckle up boys and girls it is going to be a bumpy ride!

Let's get the bad out of the way the little doggie is in a poorly way and it is affecting most in the household, which trickles down to other things, it's not good but all we can do is point the boat in the right direction and hope for the best, I have a fancy it's going to be a shit load worse before it gets any better, but that's not why you are here so lets crack on and get to some of the good and as always to the ugly!

As always we were on a schedule and for once we actually made it to sunny South Shields bang on time, yes I know I was suprised myself on the way down I had to insist that the bad vibes were stored in the boot, as we had waited an age for this night out and I wanted everybody on the happy train! we set off while the wife tried to something with technology (and it didn't work) but we managed to get to our mode of transport without any major incident (OK so G needed to pee and wouldn't use a tree but we managed to resolve that issue) we paid our pennies to get onboard  (just as well as the revenue bods got on board and checked our tickets like naughty children that we are) darkness fell in the time it took to get from A to B, and we were aware that winter was peaking over the brow of the hill, we jumped into the Castle Mile and met with Lady J and had a quickie (oooer) in there, it made the Percy look like a Celebrity hangout, there were more pigs in there than they have at the meat counter in Asda! And they all looked if they had gone through the red cross bins for the clothes they didn't want, where were the fashion police when you need them? we came we saw we took the piss before heading to the venue to find out what time the band were on stage.

Time sorted we headed to The Star (which was rammed) so we remembered Rafferty's around the corner and we were soon absconced with beers and E wanting to break some young boy in the corner, just wrong so wrong hahaha, Marty turned up with others and the conversation took a worrying turn about a boat some bands and a holiday, I could see the look in the wife's eyes turning cloudy thankfully none of my organs have grown back from our Vegas Jaunt, as much as we would love to it's a firm no all the way no no no (OK watch this space....NO) drinks drunk and young boys left unmolested we headed to the venue to find that we were upstairs in the small room (damn and blast my knees have taken a beating this week) and when we got up there the room was packed, this wasn't looking good, however we managed to get our usual spot just off from the bar and settled to watch the band moving our feet every ten seconds so not to get pulled into the mire that they call a carpet! (and we all know this isn't the page for reviews.mmmmm I might do a blog page for gigs now there's an idea!) But the band played an hour of good old fashioned hook laden classic rock with a good looking singer and a guitar player (called Pepe!) who had studied the entire book of Edward  Van Halen poses, trust me you do not have to play every solo with the guitar in the air and smiling like a retard! there were more males in the crowd than I thought would be, and the polite young man who pushed past us was actually the bass player (what a nice chap)  the girls all swooned when (Ollie that's the singer girls as most of you didn't know didn't care and actually how many of you actually knew what the song titles were?)the singer took off his top twice although I do believe others were lusting after the drummer in a pirate and whench kind of thing and no it wasn't G! The hour was over very quickly and again I had to descend far too many stairs, we all collected together found Mr Curry and finally headed into the Star for a well deserved drink (woo hoo) The wife had to enquire on the health of the Kraken (because of the little doggie) and there were tears, Lady J came to the rescue as we headed off to Lick Your Hoop!

Once there after a forced march by Mr Curry I realised I wasn't going to be able to get up the stairs, so drinks were purchased and we let the madness begin hahahaha, G up this point had been very restrained (maybe the medication took longer to wear off tonight) more peeps turned up, many who I didn't know, but I still joined in and the crack was at times fierce, a ladies age was a competition we would normally not bring into question turned out to be 61 the usual response from everybody was F*** NO! hahahaha although I didn't get to speak to the lady directly we are lead to believe G spent the rest of the evening asking "how old are you really?" the evening took a weird twist at some point with the wife shouting at another personage "come over here if you think you're hard enough" really I have to take her everywhere twice the second time usually to apologise. At some point a well known Gambler turned up because he thought we had been to the Mini  Mayfair and showed us his stamp for getting back in, which then set off the master forgers amongst us to try and replicate the design like some demented vision on programme.

In the end we went we paid our money and then sat back and watched all of the freaks in attendance and I will admit to sitting watching sad old men head banging with no hair, those that had it, had too much so could not do their full moves, did I dance did I hell I sat and then worked out how to do notes on my phone so that I would have some form of memory of all the things that I knew I would forget most of the time anyway, E as always went all suspicious on me ( I have no idea why hahaha). My main problem with the Mini Mayfair was the fact 99% of the songs played we had just listened to in LYH and there was an abundance of annoying people I had to deploy the thousand yard stare a couple of times to people who were being mega annoying! also the Ladies kept insisting on licking their phones for some reason and whenever the name Ollie was mentioned somebody (whose name begins with an E) kept going Bouncy Bouncy Bouncy, oh dear a certain welder with the body of a racing snake could be in trouble (well he was but not in the way we thought) as I continued to take notes some of the blog came straight off the assembly line fully formed and others I just knew would need a little polishing.

At this rate though I was going to end up with Carpel Tunnel Syndrome with all the writing I was doing on my phone (oops) I very nearly missed watching ( I wish I had thought of whipping out the camera) Skinny Dave drinking bottled water (WTF) I had to drown my eyes in Jack as I wasn't certain as to what I had seen. the night drew to a close and some of us (you just know this is going to get ugly) headed for the exit, G didn't he had been at the petrol (his wife's words not mine and if anybody should know it really ought to be her) it took some deft mastering to get him outside (oh and some loud shouting) we tried to get a taxi for five but were foiled at every turn, we finally managed to flag a cab down but had lost our resident gambler so piled in and headed for the harbour of home! at this point G scrambled in to the front seat and then our problems really started because you could see that that the driver was wishing he had jumped out at the Tyne bridge and dropped and rolled as he had to endure about twenty five minutes of G in full drivel mode which to me and the wife as always is hilarious because he means no harm, but if you don't know him lets just say its like being in a Salvador Dali Painting .....slightly surreal! we arrived at the Hotel Jagermeister (or the Prancing Pony if we wish to offend our hostess) we set off for bed but I was disturbed to find a wet suit hanging in our room if I had discoverd a gimp mask on the pillow I would have been sleeping under the bloody van!

As I drfited off to sleep I did hear G being told off(yet again) by the lady of the house and her pussy being spoken to in a stern voice oh the joys of good friends and strong alcohol, the night as I knew even with the tribulations as always was a resounding sucsess a few teething problems along the way and the wife in a "lets Kill em all" kind of mood was just what the doctor ordered, and a certain melancholy sort of crept over us as we drove home knowing that it could be a while (depending on our cunning plans) before we are able to do what we did this weekend, I do know that I had a tremendous time with all the people I connected with over this weekend (some new friends some old friends)and just wish it could continue on a regular basis because it really does stop me being a misreable git! the week ahead is filled with toil and trouble and I fear for the wifes sanity hopefully I will be there to pick up some of the slack in a troublsome time for her.

A great weekend with only a few hiccups it doesn't take too much to cheer me up but lets flow with the go and I know two biggies in two days is a drain on that muscle I call a brain. I will do a smaller version in the midweek (I do have some thoughts but we shall see) I think I need to find a good looking female so that I can lick my phone like the ladies do (thats sounds just wrong ) until the next time watch the skies.....incoming Toodles!

Same old song and dance

I had the title in mind before I had the blog but sod it lets just go with the flow!

Writing has been trickling back into my mind (thankfully) so I had a weird plate of ideas swarming through my mind, which is strange I either am blank or I have hundreds off thoughts struggling (yes me thinking that is a struggle) to get out there so I had to be a good little boy and wade through all the crap I was producing, so i started manipulating ideas and soon had my early week blog with the promise of another one for the midweek which flew out now just to polish this (turd) blog and we can rest easy!

Monday morning I was back to public transport so I wasn't in the best frame of mind, the usual suspects but I wasn't in a playful mood so I hogged a seat that I know is always empty and sort of dozed all the way to work, it really was back to the grind so much going on and I forgot a couple of things (not like me) I don't really feel like I was in the game on Monday but as always I tried my best, however the day just dragged I just wanted to climb onto the roof and howl like a fecking loon! the day of work over I had to go join the great unwashed I managed to get a seat but there was an abundance of young mothers (smoking tabs and swearing....damn I feel like a Daily Mail reader) who bitched about the fact that there was no space for them and their sprogs and all of their shopping, I had to put my headphones on as I overheard their conversation (Tyrone sit the fuck down you little shit ! I can't buy my Uggs until my next giro etc etc) thankfully they didn't stay long as they needed more tabs so got off the bus to have one (WTF) I came home and polished off my small blog but rather than stick it straight on I wanted to be sure so I thought 24 hours might be prudent (I needn't have worried thanks for all the nice comments).

Tuesday was the same old song and dance(see I told you) work work and then some more! I headed for the bus and I could see it from the distance and the fitter me could have ran for it ( I hate being fat and a bloody cripple) and it pulled away just as I got in spitting distance, not really a complaint other than the fact the old me would have caught it no problem, at least I was at the front of a huge queue and so was able to find a suitable location to rest my weary knees, however the curse of a full bus was to strike yet again two little shits (damn when did I really get this old) swearing and generally being kids, well that was until the bus driver decided to do something about it (which in itself is sooooooo unusual) when he got a negative response he went and said "we aren't going anywhere until you get off" to which the response was "fuck off" so the guy then played his trump card and called for the police WTF and they were there in less then two minutes (double WTF) and threw the little shits off, now I can hear the world asking why I didn't stand up and say something I tried it a few years a go when I was fitter not fatter and nearly got kicked to death (I can assure you I'm no Chuck Norris). The rest of the journey was uneventful and thankfully I didn't fall asleep (I'm sure I have some medical condition it can't be natural to fall asleep like I do?) I had a pleasant evening and polished the small blog and hit the hay!

By the time morning came around I was puggled as always the grand son was staying with us and for some reason it wasn't one of his (many) quiet nights!so as I headed once more for the bus I just wanted the world to stop so I could get the hell off for the day! work was work but I was getting incoming from the wife that the Kraken was in full flow because of her little dog (long story short she loves her doggie more than us enough said) I was on time for my bus home with no obvious scum to offend me and my sensibilities, however within spitting distance of my destination I was back in snoozeville thankfully that bus was then due a break because when I woke and realised where I was  the driver was munching through his sandwiches when I appeared from nowhere and scared the living shit out of him (I do believe you should check your bus for bodies before breaking out the bait) I staggered across the road to home pull myself together to make tea and suffer the onslaught that was about to fall when everybody came home while waiting I had a smooch around on Farcebook (I now have two accounts one for work and one for my friends hahahaha) I don't often go on the work one but I made a fatal mistake I was taken in by a Redneck (ooops sorry but this gets messy) I had been invited to join a group for humour of a sick nature (I like sick humour sorry if that offends) I wasn't there long before a Redneck said something that pushed my buttons, he went off on a rant about slavery (grr) homosexuals(grrr) racism (grrrr) the English (GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) so I went to town on Yankee doodle dandy's ass it's at this point I have to stress he was one lone voice and all the Americans on the group slaughtered him, how ever I was the only one who swore at him (at the end of my side of the argument I enquired if he was "fucking happy he had upset everybody" and the cowardly tosser reported me for profanity and he got me banned (WTF) he can say that he believes slavery should still an option that he hates all black people and all queers (his description not mine) and I'm the one that gets banned freedom of speech my ass, on a better note I was informed that the group disbanded on the same night and most of the people who were friends to this individual unfriended him, so I will have that account back next week hahahaha ooops me and my mouth. again I must say if I was an american I would gladly class myself as a Redneck but I couldn't sit and endorse any of the comments this hate filled spew bucket wanted the world to hear!

And on the fourth day the day started shit and continued to spiral all the way down I got chewing gum on my pants ( although I certainly wasn't dancing in the moonlight I should have started the day with chocolate) people avoided me as I spent twenty long minutes cursing all the fecking idiots in the world the new guy at work finally saw the real me I do hope he was impressed, my knees were in one hell of a state and in such a bad condition I was sent home and I didn't refuse I was glad to be on an empty bus home in a pain induced haze, thankfully I didn't fall asleep and as I hobbled across the road I was incredibly happy to see the dole whalahs sinking the first pint in the pub, I truly would like to know how they do it they were there just after twelve and I see the same arse-holes sat in the pub every night when I get home from work! I suppose jealousy is a terrible thing, I would just like the option to go a pub more than once a fecking month (rant continued at yesimasadbastardgetonwithit.com) my blood was boiling at the time and it's still boiling now the Kraken was still at full tilt over the doggie and I will admit to not being a happy bunny!

Friday I was full of bedevilment and I thought fuck the world I jumped on the bus and sat where I knew it would cause a domino affect of unhappiness, once that job was done I intended to do the same work all day but I was stopped in my tracks by the fact that we had just taken possession of an old brewery next to our site and it was empty so I had to go and take myself down there and complete a risk assessment on the place and it was huge (another blog perhaps) the day was a long one and a lot of climbing up and downstairs this was boding well for the night! I was soon done and dusted and sat like a kid on Christmas eve waiting for Santa, when in actual fact I was waiting for the wife coming to collect me on a BUS (yes the wife let loose on public transport all by herself hahahaha) we arrived in the town to our designated destination to find out our host for the evening (BRUUUUUUCE) was late, he claims he was helping old ladies getting on the metro we weren't sure what that was code for so we let it slide and then the fun started, it began slowly at first then as the night progressed woo hoo we ended up down the road and finally after many moons separated our good friends and co conspirators were there and for me at least a short but happy reunion was complete, the wife headed off with the gang to see at Daughtry at the arena (please on't ask me to write about it otherwise you will end up with bile spewing from every orifice hahahaha) and I headed back up the road to rejoin the tea party in progress further up Westgate Road, I then was hit by a massive hiccups bout which stopped me dead in my tracks for another drink thankfully as I headed to the venue with the gang a rather large and thankfully silent belch caused much happiness as it stopped the burps dead!

The gig well I don't intend to do a review I have Followed Y&T since 1980 and have seen them every time (except last year thanks to my knee operation) they have played Newcastle, and last night was probably the best time I have seen them (defo in the top three Y&T gigs) the wife turned (again don't ask hahaha)up and headed down the front and had a great time the gig over we said our goodbyes, we were warned by a friend who happens to work for the local constabulary that he is on terminator duty in the area tomorrow and we have to behave ourselves, we love a challenge, we ended up in the Geordie embassy (before the bouncers start) and got a taxi home, after a long day the wife disappeared off upstairs to get sorted and I blinked (ZZZZ) only to be woken by a wife hitting me saying how I didn't care as she was poorly and her stomach hurtI we got her calmed down and off to bed and thankfully didn't have any other issues ( can i just say that the wife was neither drunk or filled with some diseased take away food we were both good boys and girls she was just poorly...so there) and then with the Kraken looking after the old man of the house I finally had a lie in bed, but I knew we had loads to do (this blog for one) so we got up and cracked on the wife is out of the house doing stuff the Kraken I have to make myself pretty for all of my fans tonight because this will be the big one, and yes there will be a blog tomorrow night about this one so enjoy this one play nice and if your anywhere near Newcastle tonight watch out it going to be a tad messy until then Toodles!

Nothing going on in the city.

This is the official "I have nothing worth writing about blog" I have a fancy I will post it when ever my mind is blank (no Mr Robinson that doesn't mean every week) and I have nothing what so ever to say (me with my reputation hahahaha), well OK so you might see it every once in a while from now on whenever work has me chained to the wheel on a schedule that is just looOOOONNNY! OK let me rephrase that when ever I have me on a sensible schedule I must remember that I can't do everything!

I know sometimes I have the desire to blog but then again sometimes my brain is as empty as my wallet, now when that eventually does happen I just whip out blog number 103 (for this is it) more than likely in hindsight I should have wrote this a tad earlier (you just read back on some of the bat shit stuff I have written in the past hahahaha).

I will be the first to admit that I have become just a little bit pre-occupied with these blogs, the numbers the content etc etc etc you all know the drill (or is it just vanity)  I am determined to write something new every-time (hahahaha yeah right) but will I? Hopefully that's just the type of guy I am looOOOOONY! (oh I said that already) I'd like to think that I'm older and just a little bit wiser (oh feck off! older without a doubt but wiser I have more chance of growing a full head of hair) I know when I have nothing to say and that knowledge is freedom, freedom from the constant need to win you the reader's approval.....ah who am i kidding sometimes I just don't have Jack hahahaha!

And that is the midweek blog that I promised you all and it was small but OK it might not have been perfectly formed,but I came ,I tried  and still it kicked my arse. writing has returned to the fore this week (praise the lord) and I have a bigger (and hopefully better) one ready for sometime in the weekend , I will have to split it because I do believe I might be getting lead astray at some point of the weekend, so until then enjoy and ....oh yes Toodles!

Captured By The Moment

Another week and still no salvation from writing, it does really seem as if i have been starved of adult company in the shape of the Tee Hee Club (OK so adult may be stretching it a tad far but you get the picture) all this week has been work related and spinning out of control until....

The fat controller left packed his bags and fucked off, result so the war has evaporated just as quick as a blink of an eye, but I'm expecting other fronts to open up as people jostle for position, everyone has assumed that I will try and move forward, but nope fools rush in, all that I intend to wait until the bodies and all the smoke is cleared. hopefully the 1000 mile an hour weeks will grind to a halt for now i'm not really sure i could take the pace for much longer anyway.

As for writing not one line has been attempted at all this week and it has left an empty hole, I have no idea why i have felt blank for most of the week and the weekend has been me staring just about at four walls, the only thing i have done writing wise is to return answers to questions asked by first time readers to the blog! I will admit that the juices have flowed and there just might be one or two small blogs through the week building to the blow out that is coming next weekend

I am like a kid waiting for Christmas knowing that next weekend is just over the brow of the hill, i solemnly swear i intend to get up to no good! My computer issues are being a pain i'm still not 100% happy with the new one and this old girl is dropping to bits, many things not working that kind of thing, but we push on and try and coax a little more out of her as we don't want to believe that the end is nigh.

The numbers have been strange but very consistent I hope that there is not a company of lawyers just waiting to pounce on me for any nasty things i might have inferred....ooops! I d really need to get back in the game I have wallowed in self pity for just a tad too long, so thanks for all the lovely compliments, the even lovelier sarcasm  people like my slightly warped view of this shit we call life! so i better bring my A game so watch for later in the week as i try and work some magic, i'm on the bus all week so that gives me an hour to write some magic....or something tragic but watch the skies there will be more to come this week so until then the countdown starts here for the debauchery that is planned for next weekend eeeeeh if santa comes down my chimney i'm going to bag and tag the fat twat until t hen Toodles!

Mysteries and Mayhem

So that's the magic number out of the way, here goes for the next one hundred, I kept a low profile on purpose. because i really felt i was done and dusted and had used up all the stuff inside (not really but when i'm down i'm really down) i still have hordes of ideas but was in the huff and i didn't want to flesh them out so to speak.

Work has been the issue and the fact at the moment i'm not the master of my own destiny, too many people butting in and seeing other people struggling and not being able to assist them pisses me off. so it was a downward spiral from there on in. so i had to buck up my ideas and get on with it, I had a long weekend ahead and i didn't really want to rain on anybody elses parade.

I finished work early on friday and travelled home by a very empty bus, but upon arriving home there were some mixed messages from work which although i wanted to ignore, i simply couldn't, so not only did that eat into my day it kept me in a dark place (see previous paragraph) but in the end i simply had to let it go, but the day had got away from me and i tried ever so hard to claw it back from the brink (damn that sounds so melodramatic) slowly i did, i'm not saying i was a bundle of laughs but i wasn't the saddest cake in the shop window either!

Saturday was loppy dog day and i mulled over what i intend to write and yet again i binned what i did although the idea was there the format in which i wrote it isn't, so i will try again at some other point, i can write some good stuff(he shouts out modestly) in either frame of mood but i require to be happy or sad middle ground just doesn't seem to cut it, we had a late night but needed to be up as it was a busy day for sunday.

As always luck conspired against us i had the hedge to cut (as there were numerous plots over the previous weeks to stop me) i then cut through the cable (we have a mohawk for a hedge)so that stopped halfway there....was that blue flash caused by me hahahaha, i made dinner and then suffered from the worst bout of flatulance in weeks, and when we got to the town we didn't know where we were supposed to be! on top of that i had a bad case of tinitus so when people were talking to me i didn't have a clue (so sorry to everybody we met in The Telegraph) but the night then looked up, there was not the huge crowd of us,that i thought would be there but as we left to go to the next pub a few more souls joined us and a great night was had by all, we went to see W.A.S.P who were yeah alright i suppose, my knees kicked in about hour in but Lady J was helping me with the self medication (hic) and when we left we broke all land speed records to get home (about 17 minutes if anybody is interested) a really late night before bed and Monday off it was going to be good!

Erm don't be daft, yes i had a lie in but then my brother rang me and was on the phone for twelve minutes,yes you heard right twelve count them minutes but the crap i took for it, you would think i was chucking kittens into a woodchipper, for me then to be told off by the world as i'm not allowed to use the thing hahahaha i only pay the fecking bill dear! so i might as well have gone to work (yet again) than avoid being the crap on the wife's shoe (yet again) oh dear the rain has matched my mood, the grandson will be here this afternoon mmmmm wonder if i can get another part time job....no better not i won't get any of that pay either i must have been a very bad boy in a previous existance.

But you know what i don't really mind i do wish i could make the wife a tad happier (i can't afford the really good medication for her) but we have to amble as best as ever, a lottery win would do...oooops i said that 101 times already in these blogs, anyway the blog the numbers have been great and ooops sorry Nils yes i forgot to give you a mention last time around,  maybe if you tried harder at the name game i wouldn't forget you, again thanks for the nice comments, and welcome to some of the new comers thats why some of the older blogs numbers have being steadily going up, stick with us it's not alwaays doom and gloom sometimes it's about life's mysteries and all the mayhem that goes (yes Nils it is a fecking songtitle!) so until the next time when ireally must prep myself to be witty ....Toodles!

100 miles

Trying walking in my shoes, just once you might just be surprised.

100 blogs, can you believe it 100 blogs! I have now amassed a body of work that can now be classified as "pointlessly unique" in the history of literary efforts, there has never been a literary effort quite like this one, OK so I could be pushing the envelope on that statement.

This blog has been sort of hanging over me this week because I wasn't sure on how to approach this and thankfully my mindset as the week has progressed the blog has sorted itself out, Monday came and brought unhappiness as an unwanted house guest I didn't really have a clue why so I rolled down the hill and tagged along, thankfully Thursday came and I headed back up the hill and thankfully cleared the fog to break through to the sunshine, if only for a short period of time. In truth the blog is probably twenty four hours overdue, yesterday was a good day with my head buzzing with ideas, however I decided to rest as I had a shed load of work which I had brought home and wanted a clear head to tackle that long list that I had simply ran out of time for at work, I tackled some of it this morning the rest can wait until tomorrow (yahoo what an exciting life I lead). Consequently the blog has suffered sorry but there was too much pressure to come up with something remotely special!

I have followed numbers all week and they have been really good, new readers catching up with back issues and the feed back has pointed me into some new directions, when they will come about I'm not sure I have a number of things in the wings hot to trot, lets see how the ball rolls this week! we are gearing up for the weekend to come as we are going to see Blackie Lawless and his posse doing their best Paul Stanley impressions next week as its our wedding anniversary, and if we don't get out of the house soon into some adult (hahahaha I really am pushing the boundries with that statement)company and hopefully some of the Tee Hee Club will be present so that the whole month won't be a wash out!

So that's it 100 a magic number time to be positive and push on thanks for all the comments and the push to continue with the blog and the move to do the books, the list as always my long suffering wife, E & G, Mr Robinson, Fanny and her followers from Gotland in Sweden and all of the American readers who I have to admit have been building over the last few months (and I won't mention the R word), The Riddler and Lady J and a lot more who I know won't be that huffed as I try and get this done (why are numbers so important) and here's to the next one, as always the name game is in play and I guarentee that the wife will win this one hands down until the next one Toodles!

No Matter What

I have had such a strange week, one where I said I had no intention of blogging and for once I was true to my word, but boy did I get some stick for being truthful. Ah well you live and learn, what has really done my head in is the fact that the next blog is the big 100, for this page anyways and I cannot believe how many views the site has had even though it's been seven days since I last posted and for that I thank you, you have all made an old man.......nervous!

Again I hope to try and stick to my guns as I have no intention of posting "oh woe is me and my place of work" lets just say its been strange to say the least. But at least the way has been cleared of some of the dead wood lets see what the morrow brings, after a week on public transport I wait with baited breath to see what my lifts conversation starter will be? Probably the aerodynamics of an unladen African swallow!

Having tried unsuccessfully to buy tickets to go and see Mr Overland and the boys not once but twice I have given up! I hate the academy even more than I did before, but we all know we will try at some point for a third time Grrrrrr!

And that dear friends is just about that, I have tried a number of ways to blog today and the only way I could figure to do something is something short and sweet (a bit like me really) but to no avail it's also my youngest's eighteenth birthday tomorrow so maybe my own mortality has been weighing on my shoulders (and that has a lot this week) I have really been missing the Tee hee Club that gallant band of lunatics that really seem to keep me on par with the curve of the earth! so I like the rest of you wait with baited breath for the next one, I have no idea what to do or say but hopefully it will be better than this bugger, I really do have to get that magic three digit number out of the way! so watch the skies and keep spreading the disease the numbers have been fab and I have been here everyday to see them, and to answer all the questions (and there have been tons Hurrah) until then ....Toodles!