All is not well in the world of Boring John.
Not only does what he write have to be read in the wrong order -- And Finally, should come after the two Boring John posts [perhaps there's a setting I can set? Ed.] -- but now he finds out that Some Other Guy is using his words, his thoughts and ideas, too.
Some Other Guy?
I like to call him Da Other Guy and here's the proof.
Thankfully I got an inkling of what was happening yesterday and messed with his karma man. I messed with his karma. Hee hee.
Who's writing what and why, is what I'd like to know. And fast. Yes, this post qualifies as Tosh for sure...
Friday, February 09, 2007
Boring John Still Looking For...
Inspiritation
Another Amazon.co.uk review, this time of Abby Lee's Girl with a One Track Mind
There is hope yet, in Boring John's mind, for this year's small project. :-)
As for Abby Lee, she's gone done did it, despite the comments of the reviewer above who was (clearly) disappointed. "Did I read a different book?" he complains in his review. Ouch.
Another Amazon.co.uk review, this time of Abby Lee's Girl with a One Track Mind
Whilst the use of such a limited selection of words may work fine for a diary or blog, a book demands more variety. The subject matter becomes irrelevant when the writing style is so lacklustre.
There is hope yet, in Boring John's mind, for this year's small project. :-)
As for Abby Lee, she's gone done did it, despite the comments of the reviewer above who was (clearly) disappointed. "Did I read a different book?" he complains in his review. Ouch.
Boring John is looking for a story?
Could it be be based around something like this?
"If you have problems around, self worth, relationships, proving yourself, fitting in, people pleasing or a part or you that you keep hidden this book will find it and give you the tools to over come it."
- Taken from a Amazon.co.uk customer review of Reinventing Your Life
Change?
I'm all for change, I really am, but what does change actually mean?
For example, does change mean doing the things you don't want to do (as stipulated in my 2007 New Year Resolutions)? Or does it mean changing how you think about the things you don't want to do so that you do want to do them? Or does it mean allowing yourself not to do those things you don't want to without giving it another thought?
And, whilst you're thinking about this, I have another question for you:
For example, does change mean doing the things you don't want to do (as stipulated in my 2007 New Year Resolutions)? Or does it mean changing how you think about the things you don't want to do so that you do want to do them? Or does it mean allowing yourself not to do those things you don't want to without giving it another thought?
And, whilst you're thinking about this, I have another question for you:
- why do some people think too much, whilst others don't think enough?
Insomnia?
This morning I woke up and went to the bathroom; I then looked at my watch and it said: 2:57
Hmm.
After much tossing, turning and gnashing of the gnashers, I looked at my watch and it said: 3:39
Hmm.
"I wanna go to bloody sleep!"
I looked again at my watch, and it said: 4:45. Then 5.13
"Fooks sake!"
Why?
Well my "Don't sweat the small stuff" calendar entry for Thursday February 8th might yield a clue. It said: "If you can let go of the past, free yourself from it -- your resentments, judgements, concerns, anger, boredom and frustration -- you'll open the door to a brand-new beginning."
Either that, or you'll get a good night's sleep.
Hmm.
After much tossing, turning and gnashing of the gnashers, I looked at my watch and it said: 3:39
Hmm.
"I wanna go to bloody sleep!"
I looked again at my watch, and it said: 4:45. Then 5.13
"Fooks sake!"
Why?
Well my "Don't sweat the small stuff" calendar entry for Thursday February 8th might yield a clue. It said: "If you can let go of the past, free yourself from it -- your resentments, judgements, concerns, anger, boredom and frustration -- you'll open the door to a brand-new beginning."
Either that, or you'll get a good night's sleep.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Pay attention!
Attention (to detail) is needed to be a good writer, just as it is needed to be a good listener and a good lover.
So it would follow that a good writer would be a good lover. Wouldn't it?
So it would follow that a good writer would be a good lover. Wouldn't it?
More Regurgitated Words
The World According To Boring John is taking shape; somewhere else, not here though.
The process has begun; the book has begun.
And here are some words, some regurgitated words, that did not make it (so far, anyway)
The process has begun; the book has begun.
And here are some words, some regurgitated words, that did not make it (so far, anyway)
- Girl eats Boy
Boy leaves girl
Girl eats Boy again
Girl is sick - Miss Smilla's feeling for stuff that is white as
- Ronnie Corbett Ate My Hamster
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Why the Crinkly Face?
Crinkly face? Sour faced trout?
What's that about?
Hey, it's only a Red Rose,
ya Sourpuss Mush?
(Hee hee.)
What's that about?
Hey, it's only a Red Rose,
ya Sourpuss Mush?
(Hee hee.)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Fleshy enough for ya?
I just visited an interesting website called My Penis and I
It tries to nail down the truth as to whether penis size matters when it comes to sex and pleasure. Unfortunately, there is not enough flesh on the website bones to decide (pardon the puns) one way or another.
Just have to watch the (short?) film, I guess.
It tries to nail down the truth as to whether penis size matters when it comes to sex and pleasure. Unfortunately, there is not enough flesh on the website bones to decide (pardon the puns) one way or another.
Just have to watch the (short?) film, I guess.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I APOLOGISE!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
I apologise.
For every time I pissed you off, stood you up, made you feel second best, didn't get your joke, didn't flatter you or 'had a cow, man', I apologise.
For those times I dumped on you, rejected you, didn't listen to you or overreacted to what you'd said, I apologise.
For the odd time I ignored you, hurt your feelings, laughed when I should have cried, hugged you when I shouldna touched you, I apologise
For those things I did wrong that I didn't realise I'd done wrong, or those things I don't remember no more, I apologise.
I apologise for apologising too much.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Right?
Can we start again. Can we? C-a-n w-e s-t-a-r-t a-g-a-i-n ?
Can we draw a line under this?
It's not going to be perfect from here on in, but I will stop saying sorry.
Agreed?
Okay?
I'm sorry.
Let's move on...
(Cos soon we'll all be dead.)
And then we'll both be sorry.
I apologise.
For every time I pissed you off, stood you up, made you feel second best, didn't get your joke, didn't flatter you or 'had a cow, man', I apologise.
For those times I dumped on you, rejected you, didn't listen to you or overreacted to what you'd said, I apologise.
For the odd time I ignored you, hurt your feelings, laughed when I should have cried, hugged you when I shouldna touched you, I apologise
For those things I did wrong that I didn't realise I'd done wrong, or those things I don't remember no more, I apologise.
I apologise for apologising too much.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Right?
Can we start again. Can we? C-a-n w-e s-t-a-r-t a-g-a-i-n ?
Can we draw a line under this?
It's not going to be perfect from here on in, but I will stop saying sorry.
Agreed?
Okay?
I'm sorry.
Let's move on...
(Cos soon we'll all be dead.)
And then we'll both be sorry.
What's the point of Boring John?
Hmm, time for a little bit of introspection methinks. A little bit more than usual, actually. So what's the point of Boring John?
Well, Boring John is a fictional character that provides the author a vehicle to express himself. I guess. Obviously the author doesn't agree with everything that appears on here. (Which bits does he agree with and which bits does he think are tosh? Ah, that's for him to know and for you to find out!) I find Boring John amusing, though. Do you?
But Boring John is more than that. It's an opportunity for the author to write. And in the absence of the development of a first novel, writing blog entries up here will have to do.
So, in that vein, here are some of the author's notes, scribbled almost illegibly onto a scrap of A4 paper about some guy or other...
(A)
As he grew up he thought little about it. When he was a teenager girls just didn't look. But when he was in his twenties, when some girls looked (but not the ones he wanted to) he decided he would only marry a woman when he truly, truly, truly knew that he would not want to look any more. (That's a lot of 'truly's.)
(B)
"What can you write a novel about?" she asked, sneeringly
Life, love, anything... something.
But the ridicule continued. "You have not lived! You have not experienced! You have not done!"
No?
Doing is not necessary to write my name but thinking is. Yes thinking, imagining, trying to understand - I do a lot of that.
My only ambition after writing and seeing this book published is that she - Ellie - reads the book. She won't though, or if she does she'll find it dull. [She's forgotten about it already. She's moved on. She's worrying about her own life, her own goals, (the Iraq war) and certainly won't remember that time when she was a little too quick to dismiss someone else's dream. Get over it. - Ed.]
(C)
This is not a history of love, Nicole, but thanks for sharing. This is the story of how one little boy finally squares the circle of love.
(D)
Once upon a time there was a boy whose Mum and Dad fell out of love. They divorced. He was six. He then decided that he would never ever, ever, ever divorce his wife. And that would mean he would have to be really, really, really sure he married the right woman
Well, Boring John is a fictional character that provides the author a vehicle to express himself. I guess. Obviously the author doesn't agree with everything that appears on here. (Which bits does he agree with and which bits does he think are tosh? Ah, that's for him to know and for you to find out!) I find Boring John amusing, though. Do you?
But Boring John is more than that. It's an opportunity for the author to write. And in the absence of the development of a first novel, writing blog entries up here will have to do.
So, in that vein, here are some of the author's notes, scribbled almost illegibly onto a scrap of A4 paper about some guy or other...
(A)
As he grew up he thought little about it. When he was a teenager girls just didn't look. But when he was in his twenties, when some girls looked (but not the ones he wanted to) he decided he would only marry a woman when he truly, truly, truly knew that he would not want to look any more. (That's a lot of 'truly's.)
(B)
"What can you write a novel about?" she asked, sneeringly
Life, love, anything... something.
But the ridicule continued. "You have not lived! You have not experienced! You have not done!"
No?
Doing is not necessary to write my name but thinking is. Yes thinking, imagining, trying to understand - I do a lot of that.
My only ambition after writing and seeing this book published is that she - Ellie - reads the book. She won't though, or if she does she'll find it dull. [She's forgotten about it already. She's moved on. She's worrying about her own life, her own goals, (the Iraq war) and certainly won't remember that time when she was a little too quick to dismiss someone else's dream. Get over it. - Ed.]
(C)
This is not a history of love, Nicole, but thanks for sharing. This is the story of how one little boy finally squares the circle of love.
(D)
Once upon a time there was a boy whose Mum and Dad fell out of love. They divorced. He was six. He then decided that he would never ever, ever, ever divorce his wife. And that would mean he would have to be really, really, really sure he married the right woman
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sexual Equality?
I know this woman, you probably know one too, who couldn't find love. She'd meet men, lots of them, but one thing or another wasn't right. Then she meets this guy -- this is not autobiographical by the way, I was not that man; I wish -- and he likes her, and she likes him. But then, subconsciously, as the relationship develops, she tries to put him second -- yes, she still likes him but she won't be able to stay with him that weekend; she tries to get her way. The man isn't happy with this, though. He uses the word no. "You can stay with me," he says, "and we can meet your friends or let's just not bother. "
And what did she say?
"I do."
And what else did she say?
"Men have let me get away with everything, in the past."
(And she doesn't respect those men.) I said that.
The moral of the story? Sometimes women have to be tamed, for want of a better word. (I thought to use broken in but it would give entirely the wrong meaning to what I'm trying to say. Nice image, though, eh! Lol.)
Yes, sometimes they need, nay crave, to be tamed. The winner -- the so-called Mr Right -- is the man who does the taming. Simple. As. That.
Okay, back to me. (That's why I'm writing this after all.)
Okay, so if taming works for women then why doesn't it work for men?
Okay, when I say men I mean Boring John.
Does Boring John need to be tamed?
Yes.
Okay, where are the taming instructions then?
It doesn't work like that.
In fact, you have to ignore what Boring John or the man or the woman says about what they need, what they want and what they fear, to a large extent. This is one case where actions speak louder than words.
Take (appropriate) action.
It isn't easy, but it is doable. (Is that a real word- doable?)
--
Anyway, the point of this whole piece is that it isn't Boring John's fault that he's a sad ol' git all alone. It's all cos no-one ever tamed him.
And that makes him feel all comfortable and somewhat smug. Yes, it's everyone else's fault not his. Yes the world is indeed wonderful - thank you Louis. And yes, I will buy your Big Issue, I will...
And what did she say?
"I do."
And what else did she say?
"Men have let me get away with everything, in the past."
(And she doesn't respect those men.) I said that.
The moral of the story? Sometimes women have to be tamed, for want of a better word. (I thought to use broken in but it would give entirely the wrong meaning to what I'm trying to say. Nice image, though, eh! Lol.)
Yes, sometimes they need, nay crave, to be tamed. The winner -- the so-called Mr Right -- is the man who does the taming. Simple. As. That.
Okay, back to me. (That's why I'm writing this after all.)
Okay, so if taming works for women then why doesn't it work for men?
Okay, when I say men I mean Boring John.
Does Boring John need to be tamed?
Yes.
Okay, where are the taming instructions then?
It doesn't work like that.
In fact, you have to ignore what Boring John or the man or the woman says about what they need, what they want and what they fear, to a large extent. This is one case where actions speak louder than words.
Take (appropriate) action.
It isn't easy, but it is doable. (Is that a real word- doable?)
--
Anyway, the point of this whole piece is that it isn't Boring John's fault that he's a sad ol' git all alone. It's all cos no-one ever tamed him.
And that makes him feel all comfortable and somewhat smug. Yes, it's everyone else's fault not his. Yes the world is indeed wonderful - thank you Louis. And yes, I will buy your Big Issue, I will...
What's Wrong With The Wife?
What's wrong with The Wife?
The Wife
My wife
The difference?
Discuss.
--
(Note: this is now, officially, the first poem I have written for years. Hurrah! (I think it's poetic, anyway.) Perhaps I shall add it to my collection.)
The Wife
My wife
The difference?
Discuss.
--
(Note: this is now, officially, the first poem I have written for years. Hurrah! (I think it's poetic, anyway.) Perhaps I shall add it to my collection.)
No wisdom in MySpace!
I got this bulletin the other day. It's been removed by the poster so I can't remember the full details, but it kinda goes like this (obviously I've improved the grammar and spelling!)
Subject: Women beware men [summat like that]
Just to let you know that my friend met this man the
other day from MySpace. He texted and emailed and
wanted to meet up so she finally gave in and agreed
to meet up. Well... They met for a beer and they kissed
and, er, I'll spare you the gory details. Anyway, as he
dropped her off the guy said: "Thank you now fuck off!"
She's really upset [No kidding] and he's not replied to
any of her texts [Again. No kidding]. Why are men such
bastards?
I don't know why all men (implied) are bastards.
But I do wonder why some women are so f*cking stupid.
Don't get me going. I can sense a pedestal moment. No. I will resist. (Still mopping up the blood from the last nasty incident.)
Subject: Women beware men [summat like that]
Just to let you know that my friend met this man the
other day from MySpace. He texted and emailed and
wanted to meet up so she finally gave in and agreed
to meet up. Well... They met for a beer and they kissed
and, er, I'll spare you the gory details. Anyway, as he
dropped her off the guy said: "Thank you now fuck off!"
She's really upset [No kidding] and he's not replied to
any of her texts [Again. No kidding]. Why are men such
bastards?
I don't know why all men (implied) are bastards.
But I do wonder why some women are so f*cking stupid.
Don't get me going. I can sense a pedestal moment. No. I will resist. (Still mopping up the blood from the last nasty incident.)
More Myspace Madness
A True Boyfriend Would...
-Call her EVERY night
- Leave her sweet texts to wake up to
- Sneak up behind her
- Grab her by the waist
- Tell her she has amazing eyes
- When your friends walk by say this is my girlfriend
- Say i love you to her face not JUST over the phone
- If she's sad, take her in your arms and tell her everything will be okay
- NEVER CHEAT ON HER!!!
- Kiss her on the forehead
- Tickle her even when she says stop
- Don't say i love you Unless you Mean It.
- Listen to her when she talks
- Tell her your secrets.
- Protect her.
- Show her the respect she deserves.
Girls repost as - a true boyfriend would ..
Guys repost as - I would do this for her anyday
Boring John repost as - And what would a true girlfriend do in return to get this perfect boyfriend?
Lol.
Can you really imagine how long a relationship would last if a girl actually had a so-called true boyfriend!
Imagine telling a girl - I prefer the word woman, actually - "I love you" only when you meant it. Yep! No sex, no fun and probably no relationship.
Imagine tickling a woman even when she tells you to stop - "F*CKING STOP, Aaargh". Yep. No fun, a black eye and probably no relationship.
Even worse, imagine telling a woman your true secrets - "you see, I fancy your friend too and would secretly love to do her and you in a threesome". Yep! No balls, no sex and probably no relationship.
Note: there's a reason that secrets are secrets darling. "What goes on in my head stays in my head"
Okay, granted. Never cheat on her. I agree on that one. That's just a baad thing to do, mon. Don't go there. Especially with her sister. (Believe!) Lol
Boring John's not bitter. Oh no. The fact that he was this perfect boyfriend once (as near as dammit, anyway!) and what did it get him. Yep! No sex, no fun and definitely no relationship.
The thing is, if the above boyfriend stuff worked, then men would do it.
Darwin is to be blame for this startling revelation, not Boring John. It's called evolution. It's called trying stuff out and seeing what happens. It's also called saying one thing, and meaning another.
So, whilst I'm on me bloody pedestal, bitter and twisted like, here's a Myspace Message back at ya!
WOMEN! If you want men to change, then change how you behave towards them!
Otherwise, stop moaning. Ahright!
(Obviously, the same goes to MEN too with regards to women. To these creatures ruled by their paints, stop fawning at big boobed numbskulls, complaining later that you have nothing to talk to her about and she really only likes you for your money and fast cars. Well, d'uh! Etc. You can fill in the gaps, especially if you are a woman!)
Right. I'm getting a nose bleed from standing so high up on this pedestal.
Actually, that's the worst thing about being perfect - the nosebleeds!
See ya later.
-Call her EVERY night
- Leave her sweet texts to wake up to
- Sneak up behind her
- Grab her by the waist
- Tell her she has amazing eyes
- When your friends walk by say this is my girlfriend
- Say i love you to her face not JUST over the phone
- If she's sad, take her in your arms and tell her everything will be okay
- NEVER CHEAT ON HER!!!
- Kiss her on the forehead
- Tickle her even when she says stop
- Don't say i love you Unless you Mean It.
- Listen to her when she talks
- Tell her your secrets.
- Protect her.
- Show her the respect she deserves.
Girls repost as - a true boyfriend would ..
Guys repost as - I would do this for her anyday
Boring John repost as - And what would a true girlfriend do in return to get this perfect boyfriend?
Lol.
Can you really imagine how long a relationship would last if a girl actually had a so-called true boyfriend!
Imagine telling a girl - I prefer the word woman, actually - "I love you" only when you meant it. Yep! No sex, no fun and probably no relationship.
Imagine tickling a woman even when she tells you to stop - "F*CKING STOP, Aaargh". Yep. No fun, a black eye and probably no relationship.
Even worse, imagine telling a woman your true secrets - "you see, I fancy your friend too and would secretly love to do her and you in a threesome". Yep! No balls, no sex and probably no relationship.
Note: there's a reason that secrets are secrets darling. "What goes on in my head stays in my head"
Okay, granted. Never cheat on her. I agree on that one. That's just a baad thing to do, mon. Don't go there. Especially with her sister. (Believe!) Lol
Boring John's not bitter. Oh no. The fact that he was this perfect boyfriend once (as near as dammit, anyway!) and what did it get him. Yep! No sex, no fun and definitely no relationship.
The thing is, if the above boyfriend stuff worked, then men would do it.
Darwin is to be blame for this startling revelation, not Boring John. It's called evolution. It's called trying stuff out and seeing what happens. It's also called saying one thing, and meaning another.
So, whilst I'm on me bloody pedestal, bitter and twisted like, here's a Myspace Message back at ya!
WOMEN! If you want men to change, then change how you behave towards them!
Otherwise, stop moaning. Ahright!
(Obviously, the same goes to MEN too with regards to women. To these creatures ruled by their paints, stop fawning at big boobed numbskulls, complaining later that you have nothing to talk to her about and she really only likes you for your money and fast cars. Well, d'uh! Etc. You can fill in the gaps, especially if you are a woman!)
Right. I'm getting a nose bleed from standing so high up on this pedestal.
Actually, that's the worst thing about being perfect - the nosebleeds!
See ya later.
Monday, January 29, 2007
"Life is a crock of shit"
"Life is a crock of shit"
- Kilgore Trout
"...God give me strength for it was much more than I could bear!"
- [Author without name]
So what does Boring John think about life? (And why is that bloody author without a bloody name, still? Why is he - must be a bloody he - griping on about wimmin when we're talking about life here? Back to the script...)
What does Boring John think?
He aint as cool about it as he should be, that's fer sure. (Clearly.) Dagnabbit. I mean he still gets annoyed when he tries to arrange a meeting with one particular imaginary character - a soiree for goodness sake. All she has to do is fail to respond, fail to answer his questions about the meeting of minds (?) for a few days and he gets annoyed, he gets agitated and he gets aggressive.
Huh?
What's annoying about that?
Mr Editor, you're right! You know what, it's not annoying.
And Boring John is only writing this piece because it used to be annoying, f*cking annoying indeed. The most annoying thing about it, though, was the fact that he really didn't understand this behaviour and HE LIKES TO UNDERSTAND more than anything else in the world. More than dancing; more than sticking it in; and more than football or talking about David Beckham's salary (how much?)!
But Boring John is a little wiser these days, the straight-jacket a tad more comfortable; and the need to understand is slowly being replaced by the need to accept. (Though he's been saying that for a long time in his various efforts to get the knickers off. [That's harsh - Mr Editor])
So is life a crock of shit or is Kilgore just a sour-faced trout?
Tell me, in person, why don't ya! Whether there are other Bohemian Creatures to witness the conversation or not. Who needs 'em? We don't.
--
(*) Note: it is not 7/7 (seven seven). We freakin DON'T use that expression for our dates in the UK. I know it would have confused the Americans if the July 7th bombers blew themselves up on the 8th of July. They'd be thinking 7th of August not 8th of July and it wouldn't quite have the same ring to it. No, it obviously had to be the 7th of July so everyone understands. In the same way it had to be doubly spelt out to our wealthier cousins in the great US of A: 9/11 - could it be any clearer? It's great that the terrorists had such an understanding of Western media when they planned these terrorist atrocities, it really is.
Yes. I am digressing. What time shall we meet? Lol
- Kilgore Trout
"...God give me strength for it was much more than I could bear!"
- [Author without name]
So what does Boring John think about life? (And why is that bloody author without a bloody name, still? Why is he - must be a bloody he - griping on about wimmin when we're talking about life here? Back to the script...)
What does Boring John think?
He aint as cool about it as he should be, that's fer sure. (Clearly.) Dagnabbit. I mean he still gets annoyed when he tries to arrange a meeting with one particular imaginary character - a soiree for goodness sake. All she has to do is fail to respond, fail to answer his questions about the meeting of minds (?) for a few days and he gets annoyed, he gets agitated and he gets aggressive.
Huh?
What's annoying about that?
- The fact that none of his other friends (real or imaginary) do this to him. They all say, 'Meet me here at 7pm. Here's my mobi in case there's any trouble. Here's my email. Blah blah blah'. So what?
- The fact that he has absolutely no idea why, after a few years of 'knowing him' this imaginary character still behaves with caution towards him. Still waters might run deep, he thinks, but no one ever got run over (repeatedly) by still, freakin, waters whether they run deep or not.
- The fact that this caution smacks of fear. Fear? he asks himself. What does a freakin imaginary character like Boring John have to do to prove that he is not the bad guy in this story? He's a genuine, bona fide, good guy. Extra good on Tuesdays. Yeah he makes mistakes, but his heart's in the right place. He aint someone to fear. Etc.
Mr Editor, you're right! You know what, it's not annoying.
And Boring John is only writing this piece because it used to be annoying, f*cking annoying indeed. The most annoying thing about it, though, was the fact that he really didn't understand this behaviour and HE LIKES TO UNDERSTAND more than anything else in the world. More than dancing; more than sticking it in; and more than football or talking about David Beckham's salary (how much?)!
But Boring John is a little wiser these days, the straight-jacket a tad more comfortable; and the need to understand is slowly being replaced by the need to accept. (Though he's been saying that for a long time in his various efforts to get the knickers off. [That's harsh - Mr Editor])
So is life a crock of shit or is Kilgore just a sour-faced trout?
Tell me, in person, why don't ya! Whether there are other Bohemian Creatures to witness the conversation or not. Who needs 'em? We don't.
--
(*) Note: it is not 7/7 (seven seven). We freakin DON'T use that expression for our dates in the UK. I know it would have confused the Americans if the July 7th bombers blew themselves up on the 8th of July. They'd be thinking 7th of August not 8th of July and it wouldn't quite have the same ring to it. No, it obviously had to be the 7th of July so everyone understands. In the same way it had to be doubly spelt out to our wealthier cousins in the great US of A: 9/11 - could it be any clearer? It's great that the terrorists had such an understanding of Western media when they planned these terrorist atrocities, it really is.
Yes. I am digressing. What time shall we meet? Lol
Friday, January 26, 2007
Pain?
"Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter portion by which the physician within you heals your sick self" -- Kahlil Gibran
Well Kahlil much of my pain has now gone. My hair is cut, see, and the world feels much less heavy on my shoulders today. Hooray!
(I have been a bit anxious about the impending hair cut, though. Hence the lack of witty posts on here. You hadn't noticed you say? Hmmm.)
Well Kahlil much of my pain has now gone. My hair is cut, see, and the world feels much less heavy on my shoulders today. Hooray!
(I have been a bit anxious about the impending hair cut, though. Hence the lack of witty posts on here. You hadn't noticed you say? Hmmm.)
Thursday, January 25, 2007
If I Were A Porn Star...
No this is not one of those stoopid what's your porn star name thingies. If you're looking for that you need to find a different blog. (Go on. Slurp off. Sling your hoook! Tch.)
No, this is simply if I were a porn star then I'd probably do it like this too (but maybe lose the moustache!)
No, this is simply if I were a porn star then I'd probably do it like this too (but maybe lose the moustache!)
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