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Last time I commented on something I found original, interesting, and a little controversial, I found myself adding a disclaimer to fend off the nasty comments I might (MIGHT) get in response. Uh no. Deleted my disclaimer. IF someone wants to take issue, and IF I happen to notice them taking issue, time enough to react.

When did we let those ghastly old muppets Statler and Waldorf take over and ruin the fun? Back to the balcony with all hecklers! Bring back friendly chat please please bring back banter!




My new year resolution (took a while, I know) - I will try, on all social media, to just comment. No disclaimers. No explaining. No preaching. No apologising. No heckling.

Ïn effect, "I found this interesting, I'm reacting because I'm glad you posted it" .

The average new year resolution lasts what, 3 days? Oh well. This one starts right after this disclaiming explaining preaching apologetic (but at least non-shouty) blog. My next blog will, I hope, be interesting enough to provoke chat and banter. Just preparing the ground here.

(Heckling has so become the norm anyone who wants to practice normal comments feel free to add a completely random comment at any point.)

Two nights in a row, we have a mini-winter with temperatures in the 50's
It was time to 'fire up' the heat and make the place toasty!


Mild winter is one good reason why I prefer to live in South Florida.

Within a week's time...

I heard a married woman say, "no he didn't say that, I never gave him permission to speak." (In reference to her husband...as the other married woman she is speaking to is laughing her a** off).


Last night a single man says, "I never realized what I was missing in life." (In reference to his enjoying his single life vs. under the control of the ex-wife who all she wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch tv.)







both....true stories

Throughout my life, my association with the Church has been very casual. I daresay I must have been christened in one, but I don’t remember anything at all about that. As an adult, it seems difficult to avoid churches altogether; lucky, in deed, is the man who has never been required to attend a christening, wedding or funeral. In my experience, the goings-on in churches can only be described as dreary.

Given what I have said so far, one might reasonably conclude that I don’t very much like churches, but nothing could be further from the truth. I love churches. Not all of them, of course, some are ugly and uninviting, but most are interesting. I very rarely pass a church without giving it a similar degree of attention as many men give to a shapely young female walking along the pavement. Although I like to think my reaction to the view is less unwholesome.

I like older churches that stand in graveyards the best. Particularly if the graveyard is slightly neglected, and the gravestones are all leaning in various directions, at various angles. I can’t say I usually give much thought to what might be beneath the stones, just as I don’t give much to what might be happening inside the church; it’s all about aesthetics, really. I just like the way it all looks.

.....among other things, respond to greed and to fear. As do prices of real assets, such as gold. This huge drop in these stock markets worldwide, speak of fear. Many see the possible pandemic as the source. The clairvoyance of money? I'm into cash. All hundred dollars.

...Now a protected world heritage site, by treaty, until 2048. Greenpeace courage and persistence did it. No shortage of opposition. Americans had a nuclear reactor there, and blew it up, after decommissioning. Idiots. French commandos bombed an activist boat docked there. Morons. A number of other countries tried their best to keep it open for mining and other development. Imbeciles. The useless and incompetent UN tried shamelessly to get in on the act late in the game. Debiles. But think about it. It is a concerted peaceful action by world nations, in opposition to profit. If this is possible, we should work toward other such treaties. Near earth space? The moon? Our oceans? Young ladies for older men. Geniuses. Why not?

.... Daring daylight roadside attack on a delivery truck. Loaded with important cargo. Rolls of toilet paper stolen in the attack, but soon recovered after 1,000 top detectives right on the case. Driver OK. Is she an immigrant from the socialist workers' paradise of Venezuela? Vote Democrat in November. And then feel the burn. Guess where?

5G Killing Trees in Gateshead

Please watch the video.

A return to an old theme.

Claude Moonpenny had a collection of rare, erotic gnomes. He had a few conventional gnomes in his front garden, but the erotic ones were at the back of the house, hidden from public view. Claud’s wife, Janet, didn’t approve of the gnomes.

It had taken Claude many years to amass his collection, and it included pieces from all over the world. Janet dreaded to think how much money her husband had spent in pursuit of his hobby over the years, and harboured more than a little resentment at having to put up with a threadbare sofa in her living room, while thousands of pounds worth of obscene ceramic debauchery was on display outside.

Claude was rearranging his Karma Sutra set when he suffered the heart attack and dropped dead amidst a scenario of shameless cavorting. It’s probably how he would have wanted to go, but perhaps without a bearded figurine appearing to penetrate his left ear.

Erotic gnomery is a very specialized area, and Janet had to do a lot of research to find a market for the unsavoury population of her back garden. Her efforts, though, were rewarded handsomely. It turned out that the “Moonpenny Collection” was renowned and much coveted within erotic gnoming circles, and the news that it was on the market caused something of a feeding frenzy.

The gnomes all went to a very wealthy collector from Amsterdam in the end. Janet made enough money from the sale to give up her cleaning job, buy a small cottage in the country and live quite comfortably on the money that was left.

While Janet could not honestly say that she missed Claude, she could say that she did not miss the gnomes. Nevertheless, she kept one as a memento. That gnome usefully serves as a door stop in her cottage now. Janet did have concerns about the effect its appearance might have on any unprepared visitors to the house, but a sharp tap with a toffee hammer and a small pair of trousers soon fixed that.

Just over a week ago I never knew what a blog was.
So now I do i thought i,d have a go at this blogging lark.
At my age I,ve found that a lot of my generation have a negative attitude and I had one up until a while ago.
I met a man in his 80,s and we had a long conversation and became friends.
He changed my life because he taught me to : Only stay with positive poeple and walk away from negative poeple when out and about.
I now employ this everyday.When I get a negative comment on my blog I delete it and do,nt reply .I don,t do negative I walk away.
Positive attracts positive.
Yesterday i went on a train with my push bike to lagos .
The man that collected the fares came to me I offered him my passport as proof of my age because we get a huge discount on our fares.
He looked at me and shook his head and said this photograph of you you have a beard and mistache I,m sorry .
I looked at him and smiled he looked at me and smiled and in perfect English said" we know you english like a joke" and gave me the ticket with the discount.I laughed and said in portugese "you had me worried there for a moment"
Later when he had finished collecting he came back and sat opppsite me and we had a good chat .
So the moral of the story I smiled when he said no .Positive.

Flyme1.