A far more accurate account of the events on that fateful morning....

Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table.
He looks into  his small bowl. It is empty. “Who's been eating my porridge?” he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big  table and sits in his big chair..

He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. “Who's been eating my porridge?” he roars.

Mummy Bear puts her head through the servery hatch from the kitchen and yells, “For Goodness sake, how many times do I have to go through this, you idiots?

It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the  dishwasher from last night and put everything away.  It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the  kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table. It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat's litter tray, gave them their food, and refilled their water bowls. And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-arses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this  once....I HAVEN'T MADE THE FUC#ING PORRIDGE YET  !”    

Classic lines (cont).......

"Fat people are harder to kidnap"


Seen on the front of a tee shirt, worn by a very large person.

The 'Social Network', or is it....

I must admit, I haven't grasped the new concept in social networking.

And I know, I have a blog, which may be considered part of this phenomenon, but I beg to differ. Here I add (for what it's worth), my commentary on the world. While all those new fan dangled personal phone & computer devices offer, is a form of solitude, whereby the users live in a world of their own, thinking they are part of a much wider community.

I once asked a user what they say on their little machines. And as far as I can work out, you keep in touch with people by logging day to day life activities, and this is reported to their 'followers'. I am not sure that posting a comment such as "At home, bored, watching TV" actually serves. Does anybody really care what you are doing......obviously somebody must, as they sprout how many 'friends' they have, wanting to know their every move.

Is this really some new form of dialogue, or is it just an electronic 'cult' ?

Recently, Cheryl G and I, were out socialising when it was noticed by Cheryl, that people were constantly checking their phones. I had to explain what that this form of OCD (obsessive compulsive disease) was all about. She (like I) can’t understand that even when socialising, these people must strategically place their phones, in front of themselves and wait for the tell tale 'flash' to say they have received a post, SMS, or something, from someone, somewhere. And if for some reason it hasn’t flashed for a couple of minutes, it must be checked to confirm that this is in fact the case !  

Most recently I observed a unusual site, when a gaggle of Gen Y’ers gathered, and immediately produced their devices from their pockets, to check if anything had happened (in somebody else’s life), in the last minute or so, since they last checked. During the next 10 minutes, as they poked and stroked their miniature keyboards, nothing was said amongst themselves, yet ironically, as I was to later find out, they were actually offering useless information to one and another, as they were all each others followers !

Has anybody heard of actually talking to one another?

Does the future lay 18 inches from our nose, as we look down at the world , via a miniature computer, and avoid any social interaction. Will we not have to speak ever again and breed a generation of mutes ?

The current ‘craze ‘ is developing a lack of interpersonal skills, and with it, the inability to look at someone in the eye, and communicate, the correct way.

Social networks, are simply creating anti social behaviour.

Classic lines...

"Opera; just what the world needs....more fat women screaming !"


Frank Barone (Peter Boyle) - 'Everybody Loves Raymond'

Ah, the good ol' days .....

Isn't nostalgia a wonderful thing. How we ponder the life and times of the past, as we recall it, in all it's warm and fuzziness. Except that we can't actually replicate how we felt back then, it's only how our minds perceive it was. It is, of course, impossible to time travel, and actually go back and have that same feeling...except via the wonderful world of television. With the introduction of digital TV (here in Australia), we have had an explosion of new channels, offering up all sorts of  'programming'. Some are for children, some dedicated to sports, but most have been aimed at specific demographics. Having said that, basically they are a conduit for replaying old TV shows. I have to admit that the promos for 'Happy Days', 'The Brady Bunch' and the like, created that warm and fuzziness I was talking about. So when me and Cheryl (the wife's name has been protected for.....well....my own safety), sat down to watch our first episode of the The Brady Bunch, we had no idea we would be watching the actual first episode of The Brady Bunch. Whilst that was exciting (at first) it become abundantly clear that the feelings we had, all those years ago, appear to have dried up. The same can be said for Happy Days. After a few episodes, we couldn't watch anymore, for fear of tainting the nostalgic feelings we had for those shows.

I do say, that there are classic programs and movies, however, sometimes it is best that they stay in the past and let the memories of them conjure up thoughts of laughter, sadness & good times. Because in today's reality, they are a pale imitation of what we thought they were.

The 'knowns' vs the 'unknowns'

"There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don't know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don't know, we don't know"

Quote by Donald Rumsfeld (former US Secretary of Defense)

The beginning.....

Well, the Blog has started !

Inspired by a friend, I will commit my diatribe to the unsuspecting internet 'trollers' of the world wide web (is 'trollers' such a word ?) . It won't be perfect, and may not be accurate (some embellishment is obviously necessary), but hopefully it will be fun.

The content will vary, from the serious, to the funny, to the outright ridiculous. All this, based on life's journey, as I travel it, observing with eyes open and a shake of the head.

Who will read it ? Do I care ? Will I get bored ?

....let's begin, and find out !