What happens once in a so-called blue moon?
Good fortune, perhaps? Well, it all depends which way you're inclined, I guess. Gary Player was once attributed to have said, "The harder I work, the luckier I get". So you may well be favoured by good fortune more often than once in a blue moon, or it may never happen, it all depends on the type of person you are. (Oh yes it does!) So, I say no.
Meeting someone special? Well, the very word special implies that it's something that might not happen very often, that might indeed happen once in a blue moon. So I say probably.
A blue moon? Well, full marks to the clever clogs at the back. Yes, a blue moon does happen once in a blue moon. Well done. Take a bow. And so on. Mr Delmonte (and I) say yes.
PS Anyone into blue moons please feel free to leave a comment, below. I'd love to know how you yourself are affected by such strange goings on up above.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
"I'm Back!..."
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Does it mean anything when... ?
Does it mean anything when you dream of someone that you haven't seen for a very long time? A woman you used to go out with, to be precise. In the dream they're sitting in a sports car, in the passenger seat, with a man by their side. Their car is parked next to your car, actually, but you still manage to drive away your red banger without her seeing you.
So does it mean anything, then, after having such a dream that you see this person's real car the next day - a white mini of the new variety - or at least what you think to be this person's car, driving along the road?
Does it mean anything, then, when moments after this sighting you see someone who looks very much like a younger version of this woman that you dreamed about walk past you in a sandwich shop? "Do you have a sister?" goes the question, "No" comes the reply. But you were not the one who asked the question, it was one of the shop assistants.
So does this mean anything?
Yeah, I didn't think so either but I've got to write summat here as it's been ages ain't it?
PS The cream Mini Cooper had number plates beginning with YE05 and was spotted driving in Holmfirth, today, at lunchtime. Or was I daydreaming... ?
So does it mean anything, then, after having such a dream that you see this person's real car the next day - a white mini of the new variety - or at least what you think to be this person's car, driving along the road?
Does it mean anything, then, when moments after this sighting you see someone who looks very much like a younger version of this woman that you dreamed about walk past you in a sandwich shop? "Do you have a sister?" goes the question, "No" comes the reply. But you were not the one who asked the question, it was one of the shop assistants.
So does this mean anything?
Yeah, I didn't think so either but I've got to write summat here as it's been ages ain't it?
PS The cream Mini Cooper had number plates beginning with YE05 and was spotted driving in Holmfirth, today, at lunchtime. Or was I daydreaming... ?
Friday, June 08, 2007
Married Man Syndrome
Married Man Syndrome?
Is this an impressive, intelligent article about our much-maligned Married Man?
Does it contain easy-to-say, but hard-to-do wisdom for women and men alike?
Is it food for thought?
Answers on a postcard, please!
PS Yes, I have been busy! Aint you?
Is this an impressive, intelligent article about our much-maligned Married Man?
Does it contain easy-to-say, but hard-to-do wisdom for women and men alike?
Is it food for thought?
Answers on a postcard, please!
PS Yes, I have been busy! Aint you?
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Rules of internet dating
Rules of Internet Dating
These are rules to be taken seriously (or otherwise) that will help your chances of success in the ultimate adult sweety shop.
The rules below are based on extensive, some might say painstaking, research done over the last few years. Of course science is also involved and prejudice and maybe even a small sense of humour got involved too (very small, obviously). But if you know better then please do contribute - all good contributions will be added, anonymously or otherwise.
Here are four rules (or questions to answer) to start the ball rolling.
1) How many emails before you go on a date, or at least speak to each other?
I suggest 3, and always recommend that you talk to the person on the phone before you meet up with them in the flesh. Voices matter, people, as a squeaky voice when you were expecting sexy can offend almost as much as bald instead of hirsute (or vice versa! :-O )
2) How many dates will you go on before you should have kissed, fumbled or held hands?
I suggest 3 as first date fumbles never usually become anything more and if you aint snogged after five dates do you think it's ever really gonna happen. Well, punk, do ya?
3) Do you date/snog or fumble with more than one person at once?
There are some internet daters who think you should not email or date more than one person at a time. Whilst there are others that think, unless you're going out exclusively with one person (don't you just love American expressions like that?) that anything goes with more than one person.
I suggest dating and snogging more than one person at a time is okay, but nothing more. Soon as you've done the ol' 'in out, in out' then you need to commit baby, or get rid! But you can't dibble dabble like that with more than one. Tis bad karma for one thing, and all your mates will be very jealous for another!
4) Are you looking to make friends?
Some people only want to date and do not want more friends in their life. (They're so popular see, already.) Other people only seem to want to make friends. (They like grazing, or maybe they don't have enough friends.)
Know what you want, and stick to it.
--
General rules:
A) Men, I politely suggest that you do not post photos of your better-looking friend or that photo of you that makes you look ten times fitter than you really are or the photo of you with hair now you are a bald eagle! Women kinda get a bit pissed by this, and your date will not last long.
B) Women I think professionally taken photos of you looking like a B-movie starlet or photos of you reclining on a bed with your bra showing or even photos of you hugging some hunk might, just might, give out the wrong signals.
C) Stick to a set period that you'll do internet dating then pack it in afterwards. 3 months is good. 5 years is very pessimistic indeed and 3 days is bloomin' hopeful indeed!
D) Similarly, I recommend that you only go online dating for about one hour a day. If you don't set a limit like this then you might find that several hours have just passed by. Online dating is worse that channel-flicking on the TV in my humble opinion.
These are rules to be taken seriously (or otherwise) that will help your chances of success in the ultimate adult sweety shop.
The rules below are based on extensive, some might say painstaking, research done over the last few years. Of course science is also involved and prejudice and maybe even a small sense of humour got involved too (very small, obviously). But if you know better then please do contribute - all good contributions will be added, anonymously or otherwise.
Here are four rules (or questions to answer) to start the ball rolling.
1) How many emails before you go on a date, or at least speak to each other?
I suggest 3, and always recommend that you talk to the person on the phone before you meet up with them in the flesh. Voices matter, people, as a squeaky voice when you were expecting sexy can offend almost as much as bald instead of hirsute (or vice versa! :-O )
2) How many dates will you go on before you should have kissed, fumbled or held hands?
I suggest 3 as first date fumbles never usually become anything more and if you aint snogged after five dates do you think it's ever really gonna happen. Well, punk, do ya?
3) Do you date/snog or fumble with more than one person at once?
There are some internet daters who think you should not email or date more than one person at a time. Whilst there are others that think, unless you're going out exclusively with one person (don't you just love American expressions like that?) that anything goes with more than one person.
I suggest dating and snogging more than one person at a time is okay, but nothing more. Soon as you've done the ol' 'in out, in out' then you need to commit baby, or get rid! But you can't dibble dabble like that with more than one. Tis bad karma for one thing, and all your mates will be very jealous for another!
4) Are you looking to make friends?
Some people only want to date and do not want more friends in their life. (They're so popular see, already.) Other people only seem to want to make friends. (They like grazing, or maybe they don't have enough friends.)
Know what you want, and stick to it.
--
General rules:
A) Men, I politely suggest that you do not post photos of your better-looking friend or that photo of you that makes you look ten times fitter than you really are or the photo of you with hair now you are a bald eagle! Women kinda get a bit pissed by this, and your date will not last long.
B) Women I think professionally taken photos of you looking like a B-movie starlet or photos of you reclining on a bed with your bra showing or even photos of you hugging some hunk might, just might, give out the wrong signals.
C) Stick to a set period that you'll do internet dating then pack it in afterwards. 3 months is good. 5 years is very pessimistic indeed and 3 days is bloomin' hopeful indeed!
D) Similarly, I recommend that you only go online dating for about one hour a day. If you don't set a limit like this then you might find that several hours have just passed by. Online dating is worse that channel-flicking on the TV in my humble opinion.
Owners of People Carriers around the world!
Owners of People Carriers around the world, you have been conned!
You think you bought a people carrier. The truth is: you bought a van.
Okay, it's a family van, but it's a van nevertheless!
You have to admire those women and men in marketing, you really do. Selling ice to Eskimos is kid's play compared to the marketing tricks they continue to get away with nowadays.
(Nah don't tell me, you really do like the taste of puki cola!
Getoutta here, you're killin' me!)
You think you bought a people carrier. The truth is: you bought a van.
Okay, it's a family van, but it's a van nevertheless!
You have to admire those women and men in marketing, you really do. Selling ice to Eskimos is kid's play compared to the marketing tricks they continue to get away with nowadays.
(Nah don't tell me, you really do like the taste of puki cola!
Getoutta here, you're killin' me!)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Shrieked the little boy character.
But who did he say it to?
And was he really listening to E-Z Rollers kick ass track RS2000 when he shrieked it?
Who really knows! And yes!
But who did he say it to?
And was he really listening to E-Z Rollers kick ass track RS2000 when he shrieked it?
Who really knows! And yes!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
42
42 is the answer to the question, what is the meaning of life, the universe and everything? At least according to author, Douglas Adams.
42 is also the age of The Writer of this blog. It's His birthday, today. So, a one, two, three, four...
"Happy Birthday to Him! Happy Birthday to Him! Happy Birthday to Da Other Guy! Happy Birthday to Him!"
42 is also the age of The Writer of this blog. It's His birthday, today. So, a one, two, three, four...
"Happy Birthday to Him! Happy Birthday to Him! Happy Birthday to Da Other Guy! Happy Birthday to Him!"
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Mummy, mummy, mummy!
My Mummy says that I am a good boy because I do what she tells me to do. I did get smacked once, hard on the leg - it left a red mark, too. My step-Dad hit me because I kicked my sister once when I couldn't stand her teasing any more.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Secrets and lies
Whilst He was working, or so He tells me, He discovered this little tidbit of wisdom
"if something is knowable, then assume it is known."
When you consider that it's actually referring to Google, and not keeping secrets like I thought it was, then you might feel a little shudder down your spine. Well I would. Particularly if you realise how many products Google has (e.g. toolbar, email, web stats etc.) that collect data. But Google is not the only data hog. Stores like Tesco love to collect the ol' info with their rewards schemes. Even that card scheme those "lucky, lucky, lucky" people living in London use - Urchin Card? - contains an awful lot of information about one's movements, don't you know.
Anyway, as I said, He was working and He shared the tidbit with me.
It's how I've always operated when it comes to keeping secrets, actually. Tell no-one. Simple as.
"if something is knowable, then assume it is known."
When you consider that it's actually referring to Google, and not keeping secrets like I thought it was, then you might feel a little shudder down your spine. Well I would. Particularly if you realise how many products Google has (e.g. toolbar, email, web stats etc.) that collect data. But Google is not the only data hog. Stores like Tesco love to collect the ol' info with their rewards schemes. Even that card scheme those "lucky, lucky, lucky" people living in London use - Urchin Card? - contains an awful lot of information about one's movements, don't you know.
Anyway, as I said, He was working and He shared the tidbit with me.
It's how I've always operated when it comes to keeping secrets, actually. Tell no-one. Simple as.
Nice Dreams - A Poem by Him
He, The Person That Writes This Blog, has asked me if I would let Him publish His poem, His little ditty, in my blog.
And I said yes. (Clearly.)
Don't worry, it's only a short poem. It's about a person He dreamed of, I guess, but I think it's a poem we can all identify with. (Yes He did pay me to say that!)
Nice Dreams
-------------
I dreamt of You last night
You let me squeeze Your bum!
You smiled and held me close
I'm off to tell me Mum!
And I said yes. (Clearly.)
Don't worry, it's only a short poem. It's about a person He dreamed of, I guess, but I think it's a poem we can all identify with. (Yes He did pay me to say that!)
Nice Dreams
-------------
I dreamt of You last night
You let me squeeze Your bum!
You smiled and held me close
I'm off to tell me Mum!
Who Said This?
"I cannot be happy whilst you, someone I care about, are not. I am not responsible for your happiness but it does not seem fair for me to find peace when your life is still shadowed in pain?"
Whoever said it, and I have a strong idea which Idiot it was, they are destined to live a life of struggle, for sure.
"It wasn't your fault," said the adult to the little boy in the photo. "It wasn't your fault."
Wipe the tear from your eye, Mr Idiot. It was not Your fault.
Whoever said it, and I have a strong idea which Idiot it was, they are destined to live a life of struggle, for sure.
"It wasn't your fault," said the adult to the little boy in the photo. "It wasn't your fault."
Wipe the tear from your eye, Mr Idiot. It was not Your fault.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
What Makes Him Happy?
"Bouncing on the Blue Ball and listening to the music with big basslines!"
So what makes you happy, then? What makes you feel like it's all really been worth it?
Answers on a postcard please and send it to Blue Peter....
So what makes you happy, then? What makes you feel like it's all really been worth it?
Answers on a postcard please and send it to Blue Peter....
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Protect My Identity?
The boys (and girls) at Protect My Identity need a lesson in the basics of internet marketing.
How do I know this?
Well people desperately in need of their services and too stoopid to know that www.protectmyidentity.co.uk is the address they need to use (copy and paste it into the browswer address bar boys (and girls) - that really is all there is to it!) are coming to the blog of the one and only, me, Boring John when they do a search.
(I know lots and lots about the people that visit my website, by the way. I have stats. V-ery interesting. Hee hee!)
Now I do welcome visitors of all colours and persuasions. Even peeps from Peckham can sing a long a Boring John, should they wish to. But I don't think those that are worrying about identity theft really want to trawl through pages and pages of lil ol' me droaning on and on and on about this and that and t'other. (Do they?)
So let me make it easy for them.
Hey you! Yes YOU! If you're looking for protectmyidentity.co.uk then you'll find it at the BIG link below. Okay?
www.ProtectMyIdentity.co.uk
(Now slurp off!)
As for the boys (and girls) that promote ProtectMyIdentity online using search engine optimisation techniques etc. I think you need to go back to basics, big time. You can not be found when searching for your URL directly. How bad is that? Nearly, but not quite, as bad as this.
Normal service will be resumed when Boring Johh does, indeed, turn normal. Otherwise "I'll be back" sooooon. If not sooner. (I'm having too much fun in the book world, right now, if the truth be told. Up to 4,500 words. Only another 100,000 to go. Hee hee.)
How do I know this?
Well people desperately in need of their services and too stoopid to know that www.protectmyidentity.co.uk is the address they need to use (copy and paste it into the browswer address bar boys (and girls) - that really is all there is to it!) are coming to the blog of the one and only, me, Boring John when they do a search.
(I know lots and lots about the people that visit my website, by the way. I have stats. V-ery interesting. Hee hee!)
Now I do welcome visitors of all colours and persuasions. Even peeps from Peckham can sing a long a Boring John, should they wish to. But I don't think those that are worrying about identity theft really want to trawl through pages and pages of lil ol' me droaning on and on and on about this and that and t'other. (Do they?)
So let me make it easy for them.
Hey you! Yes YOU! If you're looking for protectmyidentity.co.uk then you'll find it at the BIG link below. Okay?
www.ProtectMyIdentity.co.uk
(Now slurp off!)
As for the boys (and girls) that promote ProtectMyIdentity online using search engine optimisation techniques etc. I think you need to go back to basics, big time. You can not be found when searching for your URL directly. How bad is that? Nearly, but not quite, as bad as this.
Normal service will be resumed when Boring Johh does, indeed, turn normal. Otherwise "I'll be back" sooooon. If not sooner. (I'm having too much fun in the book world, right now, if the truth be told. Up to 4,500 words. Only another 100,000 to go. Hee hee.)
Monday, April 02, 2007
In the words of (Some) Others...
- "What a waste!" - Ian Dury, Diamond Geyser And A Half
- "I'll be back" - Arnold Schwarzenneger, Muscled Man In Dark Glasses
- "He does not live here, darlin! In fact He is a real person who likes to Meet People in the real world and NOT in the virtual world. No more MySpace or yours?..." - Boring John, The One, The Only
Why say in 3 words, Ian and Arnold, what you can say in 33? You are both rank amateurs, tch!
As for Him, He's a sentimental old fool - smiling and thinking and strolling as He was - but I love Him, anyway. (Shh, don't tell 'Im.) We had fun.
--
Notes:
1) this post has not been labelled. "Please mind the gap!"
2) (Some of) You are so spoiled. "Please mind the gap!"
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Lock Up Your Daughters!
Actually, Boring John is not like that!
Lock up yer Mums!
He's not like that, either, but he is coming to town, to play.
Maybe he'll just swagger around the joint, spray-paint in hand.
Maybe he'll turn into Kilroy for a day.
Maybe he'll just go for a jog around the park. (Who can say.)
Lock up yer Mums!
He's not like that, either, but he is coming to town, to play.
Maybe he'll just swagger around the joint, spray-paint in hand.
Maybe he'll turn into Kilroy for a day.
Maybe he'll just go for a jog around the park. (Who can say.)
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Last Line
Phew!
I've written it, at last, the last line in a novel that I wrote. Actually, it's a book, not a novel, and the last line is also the first line, and I didn't write the book, I'm just a character in it. But who's quibbling, here!
Want to know what it is? The last line, and all? Well I wasn't going to tell, but as I know you're curious and as I know that no bugger else reads this blog (yet) I'll tell. But you must promise not to share it with a soul! None of that "I know that Harry Potter dies in Book 7" nonsense. Last lines are important, see.
Okay, here goes.
But please don't laugh (or "I will die").
Why not?
Well it's not only a last line to a book, but it's also (one of) the last lines in the lives of people like you and me. And if you laugh at the line, you laugh at The Truth of Life.
And you should never laugh at Truth. (Unless it's a joke at Truth's expense, but then you know what I think about jokes, don't you!)
Yes, Truth (aka wisdom) always comes back to bite you in yer bum when you're not looking. (Ouch!)
Never laugh at truth or wisdom, and you'll live a happier life.
It's true.
Okay, then. Drum roll, maestro please. ("I thank you.")
The last line is...
"And that's how two characters should dance together in life."
(Hidden above. In white font. Hee hee!)
I've written it, at last, the last line in a novel that I wrote. Actually, it's a book, not a novel, and the last line is also the first line, and I didn't write the book, I'm just a character in it. But who's quibbling, here!
Want to know what it is? The last line, and all? Well I wasn't going to tell, but as I know you're curious and as I know that no bugger else reads this blog (yet) I'll tell. But you must promise not to share it with a soul! None of that "I know that Harry Potter dies in Book 7" nonsense. Last lines are important, see.
Okay, here goes.
But please don't laugh (or "I will die").
Why not?
Well it's not only a last line to a book, but it's also (one of) the last lines in the lives of people like you and me. And if you laugh at the line, you laugh at The Truth of Life.
And you should never laugh at Truth. (Unless it's a joke at Truth's expense, but then you know what I think about jokes, don't you!)
Yes, Truth (aka wisdom) always comes back to bite you in yer bum when you're not looking. (Ouch!)
Never laugh at truth or wisdom, and you'll live a happier life.
It's true.
Okay, then. Drum roll, maestro please. ("I thank you.")
The last line is...
"And that's how two characters should dance together in life."
(Hidden above. In white font. Hee hee!)
Monday, March 26, 2007
Free Dating?
( "Please leave a message after the tone." *)
"Please leave your (profile) name, number and the time you called and I promise I'll get back to you soon.
"Promise!
("Hey, if you can can make this effort to get in touch with me, then I promise to contact you back in return.")
:-)
Come on! Most of the blokes on Freedating.co.uk are jerks, no? This is much more interesting and intriguing. And you get to learn all about me, too. (If you're one of the blokes on Freedating.co.uk then, obviously, I don't mean you! ;-) )
* Offer ends today, 26th March, two thousand and seven.
"Please leave your (profile) name, number and the time you called and I promise I'll get back to you soon.
"Promise!
("Hey, if you can can make this effort to get in touch with me, then I promise to contact you back in return.")
:-)
Come on! Most of the blokes on Freedating.co.uk are jerks, no? This is much more interesting and intriguing. And you get to learn all about me, too. (If you're one of the blokes on Freedating.co.uk then, obviously, I don't mean you! ;-) )
* Offer ends today, 26th March, two thousand and seven.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Will The Real Me Please Stand Up!
This is the real me (see below) not this
Again, that's him not me.
Okay, it aint that interesting a read and if you have something better to do I advise you do it. Otherwise, hang on to your hats...
Name: Boring John
Birthday: Huh!
Birthplace: Huh!
Current Location: I said Huh!
Eye Color: No
Hair Color: No
Height: And bloody No
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right (what are we talking about, again?)
Your Heritage: What has the origins of my brown skin got to do with you. Can't I be English and non-white? Can't I. And if I'm not a fan of the royal family (I'm not), does my skin colour have anything to do with my opinion (it does not)? Etc. I'm from 'ere is alls you need to know. Next
Your Weakness: Suffering fools
Your Fears: Someone reading this blog and getting in touch with a sensible comment. Hah!
Your Perfect Pizza: Home made or, failing that, one of those Pizza Express ones.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I want to write a novel, but first I have to escape the confines of this blog. Can you help me escape?
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: ;-)
Your Best Physical Feature: I don't have long legs, everything else is great!
Your Bedtime: Please! Bog off. Please.
Your Most Missed Memory: Sex. I can't ever remember ever having sex, but somehow I have a clear impression that I want to. Wonder why.
Pepsi or Coke: Yuck or muck!
MacDonalds or Burger King: Muck or Yuck!
Single or Group Dates: Group dates sound fun
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Say No! to Nestles
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla (ice)
Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee
Do you Smoke: "No"
Do you Swear: Freakin stoopid question that is, course I don't.
Do you Sing: Shower time.
Do you Shower Daily: Oh yes. Sooner or later I'm going to meet a lady friend, and I have to be ready.
Have you Been in Love: See my most missed memory, above. As a character in this blog (and other ongoing works) I know I want to be in love, but the part hasn't been written for me yet. Hey ho.
Do you want to go to College: Dunno.
Do you want to get Married: Only after 'getting some' big time, matey boy!
Do you believe in yourself: 'Got to.'
Do you get Motion Sickness: (Oh these are bloody daft questions. I'm going to just delete any more bollox for sure.)
Do you think you are Attractive: Why wouldn't I?
Do you get along with your Parents: I don't get along with My Writer, more to the point.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: As if.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: "Don't get me started on American bastardisations of our very own English language."
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: See above.
Ever been Beaten up: No, but I've been badly drawn and told to say some rayt load of tosh as my character. Felt like being beaten up for sure. When the tables get turned, watch out, oh boy, watch out!
How do you want to Die: On the job. Any job. Really. Some jobs better than others, obviously.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Fully drawn
In a Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: green
Favourite Hair Color: brown
Short or Long Hair: "middle"
Height: smaller than me (just)
Weight: Not a worry to her
Best Clothing Style: Individual
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Not enough
Again, that's him not me.
Okay, it aint that interesting a read and if you have something better to do I advise you do it. Otherwise, hang on to your hats...
Name: Boring John
Birthday: Huh!
Birthplace: Huh!
Current Location: I said Huh!
Eye Color: No
Hair Color: No
Height: And bloody No
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right (what are we talking about, again?)
Your Heritage: What has the origins of my brown skin got to do with you. Can't I be English and non-white? Can't I. And if I'm not a fan of the royal family (I'm not), does my skin colour have anything to do with my opinion (it does not)? Etc. I'm from 'ere is alls you need to know. Next
Your Weakness: Suffering fools
Your Fears: Someone reading this blog and getting in touch with a sensible comment. Hah!
Your Perfect Pizza: Home made or, failing that, one of those Pizza Express ones.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I want to write a novel, but first I have to escape the confines of this blog. Can you help me escape?
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: ;-)
Your Best Physical Feature: I don't have long legs, everything else is great!
Your Bedtime: Please! Bog off. Please.
Your Most Missed Memory: Sex. I can't ever remember ever having sex, but somehow I have a clear impression that I want to. Wonder why.
Pepsi or Coke: Yuck or muck!
MacDonalds or Burger King: Muck or Yuck!
Single or Group Dates: Group dates sound fun
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Say No! to Nestles
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla (ice)
Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee
Do you Smoke: "No"
Do you Swear: Freakin stoopid question that is, course I don't.
Do you Sing: Shower time.
Do you Shower Daily: Oh yes. Sooner or later I'm going to meet a lady friend, and I have to be ready.
Have you Been in Love: See my most missed memory, above. As a character in this blog (and other ongoing works) I know I want to be in love, but the part hasn't been written for me yet. Hey ho.
Do you want to go to College: Dunno.
Do you want to get Married: Only after 'getting some' big time, matey boy!
Do you believe in yourself: 'Got to.'
Do you get Motion Sickness: (Oh these are bloody daft questions. I'm going to just delete any more bollox for sure.)
Do you think you are Attractive: Why wouldn't I?
Do you get along with your Parents: I don't get along with My Writer, more to the point.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: As if.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: "Don't get me started on American bastardisations of our very own English language."
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: See above.
Ever been Beaten up: No, but I've been badly drawn and told to say some rayt load of tosh as my character. Felt like being beaten up for sure. When the tables get turned, watch out, oh boy, watch out!
How do you want to Die: On the job. Any job. Really. Some jobs better than others, obviously.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Fully drawn
In a Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: green
Favourite Hair Color: brown
Short or Long Hair: "middle"
Height: smaller than me (just)
Weight: Not a worry to her
Best Clothing Style: Individual
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Not enough
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Abby Lee vs "The Married Man"
The Curse of The Married Man
Now I have not been prey to the curse of the married man, but I have heard stories. Me, I always thought that once you got married you put those lascivious tendencies behind you; you stopped trying to bed, bed, bed all before you. But this is not the case at all and I am a hopeless naive who could have married nearly twenty years ago when The Curse of The Single Man raged on in the hormones.
Abby Lee, on the other hand - she of the Girl With A One Track Mind - has had much experience of this creature. She's not impressed! And whilst I sympathise greatly with her (and many women's) predicament - I mean who wants to ward off the advances of a man whilst he is literally holding hands with his wife? - I also don't agree with the underlining sentiment in her blog post.
This is my comment I added to her blog. She may or may not have published it.
Dear Abby,
I was thinking about you, just now, so Googled you and found this post.(I'm writing a 'little something', and you get a mention. :) )
Whilst I sympathise a little with the situation you describe, your 'solution' highlights a 'women and men are different; and what women do is right and men do is wrong' kind of philosophy.
Don't get me wrong, I do not appreciate the excesses of the male gender at all, especially in Britain; in fact, I have a strong 'feminine side', although I like to think of this as a softer 'masculine side'. Still, I get a little fed up at 'male bashing' because, quite simply, they do things differently to 'us women'.
So, men look at the opposite sex; women look too.
The trouble is men do not look with subtlety; women do.
Ergo men are bad; women good.
Whilst I readily admit that 'men being more like women' would solve a lot of the problems of the world, particularly the relationship world, I simply ask this: "why can't women be more like men, instead?" or, more reasonably, "why can't we celebrate the differences between the sexes, rather than moan about them?".
Men and women are different. I say that's a good thing, and I believe you say that too.
Anyway, Abby, a pleasure as always. (No we have not met. I did send you some fan mail a while ago, but you chose to ignore it. So it goes!)
Boring John
PS I've had to rewrite this as it didn't post the first time, so much of the wit of the original comment has gone. (But then I'm a man, and am bound to say that, aren't I. Ho ho.)
PPS I'm not sure if you will post (or comment on) my comment so have taken the liberty to add it to my own 'vent space'. I have, of course, linked to your blog post for reference. Tara.
Now I have not been prey to the curse of the married man, but I have heard stories. Me, I always thought that once you got married you put those lascivious tendencies behind you; you stopped trying to bed, bed, bed all before you. But this is not the case at all and I am a hopeless naive who could have married nearly twenty years ago when The Curse of The Single Man raged on in the hormones.
Abby Lee, on the other hand - she of the Girl With A One Track Mind - has had much experience of this creature. She's not impressed! And whilst I sympathise greatly with her (and many women's) predicament - I mean who wants to ward off the advances of a man whilst he is literally holding hands with his wife? - I also don't agree with the underlining sentiment in her blog post.
This is my comment I added to her blog. She may or may not have published it.
Dear Abby,
I was thinking about you, just now, so Googled you and found this post.(I'm writing a 'little something', and you get a mention. :) )
Whilst I sympathise a little with the situation you describe, your 'solution' highlights a 'women and men are different; and what women do is right and men do is wrong' kind of philosophy.
Don't get me wrong, I do not appreciate the excesses of the male gender at all, especially in Britain; in fact, I have a strong 'feminine side', although I like to think of this as a softer 'masculine side'. Still, I get a little fed up at 'male bashing' because, quite simply, they do things differently to 'us women'.
So, men look at the opposite sex; women look too.
The trouble is men do not look with subtlety; women do.
Ergo men are bad; women good.
Whilst I readily admit that 'men being more like women' would solve a lot of the problems of the world, particularly the relationship world, I simply ask this: "why can't women be more like men, instead?" or, more reasonably, "why can't we celebrate the differences between the sexes, rather than moan about them?".
Men and women are different. I say that's a good thing, and I believe you say that too.
Anyway, Abby, a pleasure as always. (No we have not met. I did send you some fan mail a while ago, but you chose to ignore it. So it goes!)
Boring John
PS I've had to rewrite this as it didn't post the first time, so much of the wit of the original comment has gone. (But then I'm a man, and am bound to say that, aren't I. Ho ho.)
PPS I'm not sure if you will post (or comment on) my comment so have taken the liberty to add it to my own 'vent space'. I have, of course, linked to your blog post for reference. Tara.
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