Random, random, random

Well, I’ve just spent half an hour writing what turned out to be a really rubbish and barely coherant blog post. I’ve deleted it. So this is what you’re getting. My thoughts on things.


Deadliest Catch is one of the very, very few things I watch on the telly. It’s a fly on the wall show about crab fishermen on the Bering Sea (if you’ve not already seen it). I found out earlier that one of the ship’s captains, Phil Harris, died in February and that made me sad. He was a good and interesting and honest man, from what I could see. Must admit it’s a bit odd feeling sad about someone I didn’t know, but it affected me. I think I’ll always have an enormous amount of respect for good, honest people, team players and people who work hard (their jobs make mine look like a permanent holiday).

Here’s some footage from a couple of years ago. Nothing to do with Captain Phil but affecting, I’d say.




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What else has been on my mind? Errrrm, writing! I’ve been writing again and thoroughly enjoying it and it’s looking like what I’ve been working on is coming together okay. Which is good.

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What else? Libraries. Libraries, have been on my mind. For only the third time (I think) since 2006 I didn’t take my writing group last week. People were away so it got cancelled.

So here’s a clip featuring a library. I like it.

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Anything else? Actually yes. Isn’t it funny how something pops into your mind and you end up going: ‘Golly! I’ve not thought about that/them/him/her in years.’

Angel Delight is one of those things.
The girl who used to work at the Avis desk which was in the same building as where I worked when I worked for VW.
More would include:
The lad who used to work at the Avis desk. I remember he liked Dungeons and Dragons.
The girl more though (though he was a very nice chap).
An old ex-girlfriend’s friend.
Tizer.
Lilt.
Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit chewing gum (never liked it, but that didn’t stop me thinking about it).
The man who owned the newsagent’s near my school.
His wife.
The blind, black rabbit I saw when I was out walking once.
Bicycles that had plastic discs over the wheels which hid the spokes (and in the 80s made a boy feel really cool).
Falling off a bicycle that had plastic discs over its wheels.
Falling off another bike, which had handlebars which pointed outwards, and hurting my shoulder.
Norweb.
That meal I had in Pizza Express, in the winter, with someone I don’t speak to any more. That was a lovely evening and a brilliant end to one of my fondest days.
A Christmas eve and a friend unintentionally setting off a fire extinguisher by putting his folded coat on it
His girlfriend’s reaction.
Making compilations of my favourite songs on cassettes.
The car I learned to drive in.

So there you go. A few random thoughts I’ve had that weren’t expected. That was a bit different, wasn’t it?

Aliya Whiteley’s Secret Vice

(Good title, huh?)

Aliya has tagged me. She wants to know what my secret vices are.

Let’s see. Well, I don’t think I’ve anything secret. Don’t think there’s anything people don’t know about.

There are fountain pens, which I love. But they’re not really a vice. There’s American Chopper and Deadliest Catch that I love to watch. Again not really vices.

And then there’s Big Barn Farm. I first came across it when my beloved and I were in Cornwall earlier in the year. And I have to admit that whenever I happen upon it I do want to see how it ends. And in all fairness, it is good children’s TV.

(I’ll not tag anyone else, cos I tagged some folks not long ago and wouldn’t want to become a nuisance. BUT if anyone wants to do it – get it done!)
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I went to a pub to see friends last night. It was good fun. But one event still has me puzzled. I passed some people, who’d been sitting at the table next to us, in the corridor as they were leaving. There was the polite, and rather northern, see ya from a couple of them, which I returned. And then, one of them, a lady (quite possibly a wee bit tipsy) grabbed my arm and, giggling, proceeded to call me George Michael. Over and over again. She thought it was hilarious. I thought (and still do) it was bizarre, for the simple reason that I look nothing like him at all. Very, very strange.

Me, when I got home, not looking like anyone other than myself.