wish i’d said that…

“We may misunderstand each other, but your voice is as true as mine. And your voice is as needed as mine.“

ehj2

this appeared in the comments on the previous thread, but i like it and wish i had said it. thank you. i love my contributors and am sad when they fight, but resolving things brings special stuff too. wow that’s just like life – i’m so deep.

i have been away, but have returned with 40 yr old rhubarb from the garden of the house where i grew up – about to be sold in 2 weeks – and winter jasmine that started in my great-grandmother’s garden and will now come to my new garden. i hope it will continue down the generations, or not, as my sons (and daughters should i ever have any) see fit. the only heirloom they have or are ever like to have. i ran through that rhubarb when it was taller than me, dipped the stalks in bowls of sugar in the garden and wore the poisonous leaves as hats… god we knew how to live in 1970 north shields!

and the great search terms of our times now include ‘pubed panties’ – thanks for visiting, you person of very particular interests.

and if that triptych doesn’t constitute a miscellany, then you can all have your money back.

oh lordy, he’s gone all serious… (sorry)

this comes as a result of a couple of throwaway comments in a thread over at dr socks’ ‘reclusive leftist’ http://www.reclusiveleftist.com/?p=542#comments

(for anyone who reads here and not there – cos that happens sohhh often – it’s a vastly superior product to this farrago of rumblings and ramblings) where tom nolan and i commented briefly on the current state of britain (see comments no. 13,15 and 16) including his description of britain thus :

“Every street, ditch and hedgerow strewn with litter, a foul-mouthed and out-of-control underclass, hopeless public services. It’s a HOLE. And I’m a Brit, so I should know.”

and i now respond in fuller length than i would want to post even at my tolerant friend violet’s site… by the way (as anyone who can read will have spotted) i miscast tom as an expat brit currently in oz – my apologies.

page views up to 62!…

…having bumped along with fewer than 20 lost souls for so long now; which just goes to show that you need only post some self-referential flim-flam about hypothetical monkeys and (presumably) real czech search engines and hooplah! instant revitalisation of your flagging public and the faltering pulse of your stale blog once again beats like southern cop at a black rights rally.

on this principle, i should like to report that today i have been found by our old chum ‘2 cocks up the arse’ (mate of sparkle’s of course), ‘river smite aslocton’ (you know who you are, ehj2, ya weird amerigofrog) and by the by, ‘gobling party’, i think you might need another b in there; but thanks for ‘droping’ by.

i live for the day when ‘elect dave cameron’ happens upon our acre of bliss…

and entirely disconected – geordie collingwood guided england to such a sweet victory over the ausies today – exactly how shit are we, you self-satisfied twat buchanan?

searchin’; lookin’ for love

i am roused from my blog silence by the glorious randomness of web searches – it really is the infinite numbers of monkeys striving to produce the works of shakespeare (i mean – why? he’s already written them, you know… just buy a copy; they’re cheap and easily available. and what about the size of the building you need to house an infinite number of monkeys even if you could breed the buggers; you can’t do it in london at the prices) ahem.

oh yes the searches continue and in almost unfeasibly disconnected bunches. today’s were: from a search engine called seznam (it’s czech you know – my appeal is global) the uplifting ‘yong(sic) perves com‘ – which, from the results it listed, spectacularly failed to come up with a single porn reference (must reserve that domain name quick before it goes) – how hard can it be for the infinite priapic monkeys, one paw on their woody, the other flailing randomly at the hypothetical keyboard, to find pervy porn? real tough in the czech republic, it seems. i was only the fourth listed, though, so perhaps i need to get onto a few more metamonkeystiffy web crawlers hot naked xxx monkey girlzzz liking bananas not sure how i’ll manage that…

anyway, the next was the explicable (but only if you read even the very boring bits in the comments here) ‘marden estate pictures of‘ – no i won’t; go and read the very boring bits in the comments like the other person presumably did; it didn’t kill them did it? could you get that in your wordpress options…details of how many people actually die of boredom and leave their mortal remains in your old threads? probably one of the bits they try and charge for.

this thrilling triumvirate was completed by the academic “catherine paddock” (in double quotes – someone making absolutely certain not to go to the wrong place with this one – and yet they came here, where i can find no connection to ms paddock that even the most unlucky non-existent spunkmonkey, maddened by trying to finish Act IV of Troilus and Cressida just to prove a theoretical point – all the argument’s a whore and a banana…- could mistake for a reason to end up here; and yet one did. it’s like evolution – try enough wacky creatures and one day you will end up with a high church tory (intelligent design??????? oh come on). she is a medical writer, collaborates with one geetu barwhaney and may or may not be found at 40 Woolley Avenue, Poynton, Cheshire SK12 1XU – there’s a project (ooh my font has changed size and there’s nothing i can do to change it back – that’s proof i have stumbled on some greater truth and ‘they’ are determined to stop my words getting through) pop round one afternoon with a packet of choccy digestives and see what she’s up to – if there is a god of irony, she’ll be putting the final touches to her paper on the link between sweetmeal biscuits and galloping knobrot in certain breeds of monkey – ‘hello, you don’t know me, but…’

and I’m surprised my page views are back down below 20?

no not really – ooh look it’s that white stuff that falls out of the sky every winter! it’s back again, what can it be? quick let’s shut society for a few days just in case… it’s just nice that, in this cynical age, we can still be surprised by the obvious.