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While most people are blogging about Michael Jackson, let me talk about Twitter.  Actually, if the news is to be believed, no one is blogging about Michael Jackson or anything else for that matter, they’ve abandoned blogs and have moved over to Twitter instead.  Sometimes I’m convinced the news is full of shit.  I mean does anyone really believe that bloggers, who usually write a couple of hundred words minimum in their posts have suddenly learnt how to condense what they have to say into 140 characters??  I think not… Read the rest of this entry »

I apologise in advance if you have stumbled upon this blog entry via an Internet search hoping to find a recipe for bathed bread*, though having said that I’m not too sure how many people go searching for Occitan words these days…or any other day for that matter

Regular readers will know that I tend to make a habit of using obscure titles to my posts, I haven’t quite figured out why this is, usually because I seldom have a conceived notion of what I am going to write about until I start typing; as the old Yellow Pages adverts encouraged me whilst growing up (something I have not yet finished) let your fingers do the talking, which of course took on an altogether more smutty feeling when I was teenager Read the rest of this entry »

Some days I have lots to say, some days I have little to say then there are days when I have lots to say but cannot be bothered to say it and occasionally I have nothing to say but it doesn’t stop me writing here.  You win some, you lose some.

Admittedly writing here every now and then can sometimes feel therapeutic to an extent; pouring out here what is in my head is cleansing because usually once I’ve gone through the process of writing it out, editing it and publishing it I no longer think about it.  Obviously there are exceptions to this rule but by and large it holds water.  What is slightly frustrating is that I know recently I’ve had some of those That will make a great blog entry moments but as I now take time out to write I’ll be damned if I can remember them. Read the rest of this entry »

Today I learnt the price of discussing miserable attempts at cutting a hedge.  A little under £25!

Just as I was leaving work I mentioned to colleagues about the whole slicing through the wire fiasco and they were aghast that I didn’t have a circuit breaker and thought I was lucky not to have electrocuted myself.  I’m pretty certain these circuit breakers are a relatively recent form of emotional blackmail.  I always assumed that if I cut through the cable I would fuse the mains electricity supply, which is exactly what happened yesterday.  So why should I need a circuit breaker?  Allegedly it’s just to be on the safe side, in case you don’t fuse the main electricity supply.  I guess that most people are not going to want to slice a power cord just to see what happens but  I did and it seems to negate the purchase of a circuit breaker. Read the rest of this entry »

And still the saga rumbles on.  No, not the MP’s Expense hullabaloo I mean of course my hedge.  Regular perusers of this fine literary establishment will be all too familiar with my sorry tale with regard the plantation outside my living room window.

Last year I snipped it, around this time of the year actually, but I was lazy and only snipped the inside not the outside.  At the time I figured I’d do it another day…that day has finally come!  As I walked home this evening I could spot my house about 40 doors away by virtue of the giant green wart that seems to protrude into the middle of the pavement.  So I marched inside and found the extension cable, got out the steps and then collected a brush and gloves and finally I unwrapped the garden shears… the shiny new electric garden shears! Read the rest of this entry »