Down the rabbit hole...

I thought it was time I started to 'blog' again. Although it has been so long since last I did 'blog' it is somewhat passé now. And indeed I'm somewhat pretentious for using passé! Still, I can rest easy knowing that nobody will ever read this twaddle! The next is, of course, what the hell should I write about. Glad I asked myself that. I determined somewhere between a glass of wine and being awoken by a storm at 3am that I should think of a word and then write about that. But there are so many words. How on earth should I choose! I guess I'll just pick whatsoever pops into my head and then start wittering on about that. Good job the only person listening to this (as much as anybody can 'listen' to written words! It's all about the inner self and as you read you hear the words you read, normally without your lips moving but then that is not always the case!) is me. And, speaking on behalf of those of you that are not reading this but might and...

I truly love reading the intellectual exchanges on Damian’s posts. I often learn something or at least find myself needing to go read up on a subject, however superficially ie Wikipedia, just to keep up. I regard myself as nothing more than average intelligence, I am in awe of intellectuals and look to them to provide leadership and guide us all to safety. Many things seem to worry me about the world today, from outbreaks of diseases, not just Ebola, but many others. It worries me when I listen to other intellectual friends in ‘big pharma’ shaking their collective heads about their arsenals increasing…but depleting at a faster rate. I worry when governments point at something/somebody and say ‘look, that’s evil, we must fight it because it threatens our way of life!’ and whilst we look they re-enact modern re-workings of an Orwellian plot because it is patriotic to give up our freedoms to fight evil…which begs the question (for me) well what is it we are supposed to be fighti...

For a variety of reasons I lost the will to write anything for a while… again… not the first time, won’t be the last… in fact… this will be one of those times… I think… well… something like that! But I could not help but mull over the same old stories and consider, mainly for myself, how can this, the current debt crisis, be exaplained to people in a language they might understand. Thing is, I’m not entirely sure whether it is even more complex than I imagine in which case it’ll be even harder to try to make simple. I find it increasingly difficult to balance the rhetoric that I listen to. On the one hand, most people, in the UK at least, are in work. They get up every morning, they go to work, they do their job and they come home. The money they earn goes to a bank account and bills get paid. Granted, they have not had much in the way of a pay rise for some years and the cost of everything else is erroding the free cash they have so spending on the new tv and a holiday in Oz is h...

So... I ordered a bag from Cocosa.com. Quite a nice DKNY overnight style bag at a good clearance price. Everything is cool, the order is accepted, the bag despatched and I await delivery. Needless to say delivery was not actually a delivery, more a notification about some guy popping around deciding that it's all too complicated to deliver so leaving a card and then me going to find the office and picking it up... that kind of 'delivery'. But enough about my issue with courier companies in this country (at this point btw, Yodel... I love you, you are the best and allow your people to use common sense and follow the customers instructions... and deliver Saturdays... cool) Anyway. I open the package and look at my lovely, shiny new bag. Only it is not my lovely, shiny new bag... it is my receipt for my bag but it is another DKNY bag. A nice bag, but not the bag I ordered. I write, politely to Cocosa. They respond, politely. They say I ordered a bag and they de...

Sorry, having trouble finding anything to be 'happy' about here... A talented woman who worked her way from secretary to head of a large national organisation through talent and hard work has been destroyed because of the actions of others. Her culpability is not proven. Ironically she has been tried in the same court she tried others, that of the media... just desserts?... maybe... and maybe not, we love building people up and then knocking them down, one of our more unpleasant traits. How about shouting at, and trying to physically attack, an 80 year old man in the street... outrageous?... but suddenly ok because he runs a news organisation that feeds the salacious appetites of the very people now attacking him... How about the shock that politicians, of all persuasions, find it necessary and/or enjoyable to mix with the 'movers and shakers' of our society... their fault... or ours... or is it even a fault? And why are the family of a murdered 13 yea...

Oh, by the way, you have to read to the end of the blog entry today if you are superstitious, that’s because I have put a ‘read me’ curse on the blog entry and only by reading through the blog will you un-curse yourself by reading the hidden anti-curse. It’s all very clever really, basically, you write a curse, get it approved by the Royal Society of Curses and then embed it within a paragraph of seemingly harmless drivel. That’s what I have done. The paragraph you just read contains the hidden curse and the antidote to the curse is hidden within a paragraph in the remainder of the blog… see… simple really! The curse is a money curse. If you fail to read the remainder of the blog entry you will lose a small amount of money in the next 47 hours. I can’t go into the whole ‘why 47 and not 48 hours?’ bit now, just take my word for it. Anyway, the cool thing is, this money you lose will somehow find its way to me within 65 hours after the initial 47. Cool huh! Anyway, on with the blog… I ...

Why is it I feel so sleepy when I get bored and so generally lethargic. It seems to become a vicious cycle. I get bored because of something I ‘must’ do and then I start to feel lethargic and lazy and seem to find almost any excuse to not do what I need to do! I could quite happily go to B&Q, buy some paint, paint a wall and watch it dry… mind you, some of the new paints only take minutes to dry and then I would be right back where I started, that is, with a task I need to do that isn’t getting done. Same with those tasks that you know, absolutely positively, that once complete nobody will ever notice or even know about, not unless you tell them! Even then, who will really care. Thing is, if we only do things that really matter and will actually serve a purpose, then we might as well pack up for half the week and go home. Great as that sounds… not sure it will actually pay the bills, and I seem to have a few of them, but heh, that’s the beauty of our wonderful capitalist society!...