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Friday, 13 February 2009

A frog he would a wooing go

Michael the ballet dancer is sending a steady stream of emails from France outlining reports on the last three classes he is giving today, the state of his suitcase and the state of the stinky Epoisse cheese.(It will be liquid by the time it gets here)
Alice who used to be Frank asks if I am prepared for the fact that Michael might now be fat and bald. I don't think so. I think I will spot him a mile off. He may look at me and say "What happened?" Last time I saw Michael I had hair down to my waist, ha, ha.

Thursday, 12 February 2009

Kite Flyer

The dog is waiting for a walk. He has eyes like Hannibal Lector so I'm sure you understand the rush...

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Written Words

Just a useful tool to check just how bad your handwriting is. Kidding, it's a doddle to do except for writing the seperate letters in the right places before scanning and uploading...which is why these are a bit squint but visually I wouldn't want them perfect because then it would look like a computerised font. It would be handy to be able to do two or three "e"s and "a"s so they didn't always look the same.
Blowing a gale, nothing new there then.

Michael the ballet dancer is coming this weekend. I haven't seen him for twenty five years. He can make me laugh until I cry.
"Nae shagging in the back row". (Michael imitating a cinema usherette from Kelso)

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

New Red Shoes

Check out" timbobig". On the right on the blog list. He took up my musical challenge which at the time I didn't think anyone would notice, let alone put music to the words...and perform it! Well, that's made my year.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

I live in a Sea

It's freezing again, and the wind still howling. When is it going to turn into a balmy breeze? Almost got knocked off the bike by an A.G. (Agressive Mother). She's driving a four by four, talking into her mobile phone and doesn't stop at the white line which I am currently cycling past but since I am used to the ones that slam open the passenger doors without looking first I am now adept at astral projecting both the bike and myself in such situations.
These aggressive mothers are so angry at the world, and the fact they have to ferry their kids to school, that they drive as if possessed,heads spinning around their mobiles. It takes two policemen to control their erratic and inaccurate parking while they drop off and pick up various packs of siblings.

Saw an oversized kid lowering himself over the wall into the garden of a house that is being restored down by the railway line. He's either in there to cart off some free paint/varnish/tools or to smoke dope. It occurred to me afterwards that because of the angle of the land he's never going to be able to hoist himself back out. I suppose I'll check tomorrow as I go by.

The above is the beginnings of an idea for "When the sea meets the beach."
Here's a fellow that paints with a piano.