WALKING DOWN THE STREET I SPOTTED A BLUE TWIST OF CARRIER BAG POLYTHENE (why is it always blue? Dunno; but it is.) At first it seemed to have white lumps in it (crack - wahey!) On closer inspection it contained three very tightly single-wrapped piggles of brown powder. I could tell by first glance that it was almost certainly genuine (because fake drugs would be far more heavily wrapped - gives the dealer escape time.) Also the deals weren't that big. So that made a start to the day ...
I haven't done any memoir-writing as I make Saturday my day off.
Pet gremlin news: Bashful will actually let me put a finger right down next to her... then she makes an attempt at nibbling it... Yeah, thanks a lot! When I come along and lean over cooing at them three pink noses appear in the gap between tubes... they are so frustrating as they're so round and furry you just want to pick them up and sqeeze them - but they hate that. Even Itchy doesn't like it. By the way I found out he is definitely not itchy in the literal sense. He gets washed all the time because he is youngest of the bunch. Bashful is older and Spherical at least a generation older... ooer the most amazing herbal ciggie smell has just drifted past... ghostly tendrils of canabinol fumes... mmm. I love the smell. Just hate to smoke it. Ukky stuff.
Come on people VOTE or the videos disappear to the sidebar.
Today's fabulous selection is:
REM - Everybody Hurts (I think this is their best tune. The video is based on a true story where the "inhabitants" of a traffic jam outside Los Angeles gave up and just got out of their cars and walked ...
Lily Allen - Alfie (not based on the shrill 60s Cilla Black version where she sounds like she's being poked with the sharp end of a feather in the privates)
Barbra Streisand - Hideaway (this tune was written for her by Barry Gibb or whatever his name is you know the BeeGee plus to other Gibbs I think they are his sons or grandsons... great songwriters. If you've ever heard Guilty I and been sick I can assure you Guilty II is better. Seriously. And Barbra Streisand (it turns out - remember my Celine Dion disaster?) is the only "adult contemporary" music I can tolerate ....
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OK, I changed my vote from the side bar, to GIANT at the top. I was thinking at first that the page may scroll quicker, then realized that the videos would be harder to see.
You just decorate how you want to.
We are but your guests!
yeah but i don't write this blog for me i write it for YOUS!!
i'm glad you changed bc i was starting to regret that tiny screens idea... i don't reckon people will want to watch them as much ...
I agree as I am enjoying them more and more. And thanks for putting my photo blog site on your fantastic blog list. Very nice of you.
Be well, I enjoy you!
Hey Gleds,
Thanks for dropping by my place again.
Finding free drugs on the pavement - now there's a 'theme' that could make a killer poem, I reckon! (only with your approval though, of course - I wouldn't want to steal your ideas without asking).
Good luck with the memoir writing. Are you setting yourself a target of a certain number of words a day or anything?
Cheers,
Stu
Stu: that would certainly make a theme!
Jim: great stuff
wahey
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sorry i'm so critical today.. i just wanted to say that i'd like to read about one topic for longer in your blog.. each entry switches ferociously thru three things... i like it more when you describe things and stay on the track for the duration of the entry. like, what happened with the polythene and blue? and if you are reading this fluidly you're ration brain is like "mouses escaped from the heroin?" oh no, okay, gled is talking about chinese hampsters.
hmmmm that is a most interesting escape from the blue polythene.. no it was full of HEROIN!!!
Early on in my group there was this one chap who came across more drugs just lying on the ground and in those tell tale little blue bags. he never did succumb and once ran to the nearest ditch drain and tossed the little bag into the sewer. That sort of thing has NEVER happened to me—not even when I used!
Such is life.
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