Consistency lacking

A short while before I went on holiday I downloaded (again) w.bloggar and a little plugin that allowed me to add which track was currently swirling round my head. Of course for this to work I need to use w.bloggar exclusively when posting and, obviously, I’ve not been. It’s almost like my life in microcosm, and reminds me that this blog is, above all else, about me and ‘of’ me. I get bored with new things quickly, marvelling in gadgets and gizmos but casting them aside after the inital excitement has died down. Everytime I do that I remind myself that I shouldn’t and next time I won’t… then the next time rolls around and I do exactly the same. …

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David Blaine

“…since he began his feet on Friday night.” A passing mention to someone I used to admire and now think has gone a little too far. The real queston is, what has be began.. on his feet? with his feet? between or under his feet? I’m confused now…

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Yawn

No motivation, post holiday blues. So I’ll fill a little time by telling you a story. In a village in Spain, a woman of undetermined age (let’s say she’s my mother-in-law) is accompanied by her daughter to a shop to buy postage stamps. They approach the counter, behind which sits an elderly Spaniard. In her best (just rehearsed) Spanish, she asks for seven stamps to be used to send letters to Scotland. The elderly man smirks slightly, and without saying a word, places the stamps on the counter. The woman puzzled by his expression, pays for the stamps as leaves. She returns to her home and relates the story to her husband, who speaks fluent Spanish. He laughs hard for …

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Family

Whilst we were away my Gran was taken into hospital. She is fine now, but my Mum was a bit worried about her, as was I, I’m just back from visiting her at the hospital and don’t have the energy to post about our holiday. Expect more tomorrow and probably a few choice photos too. Tomorrow. Work. Pah.

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213

I’ve finally succumbed to the internet cafe. I’ve walked past it every couple of days, and ignored it’s calls. It’s not so easy once I’ve had a couple of cerveza (hic). Will catch up with you all on Sunday (if I’m not cutting the grass), and the stories of the holiday will be told, including “The Seven Toilets” a classic in the making. I’ve just checked and I’ve too many emails to go through (213), but will reply to everyone soon I promise, manyana postada (spelling?) though!

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