WHAT AN INCONVENIENT TIME! I'VE HAD DIARRHOEA splurging into the lavvy like chocolate flavoured porridge (not the same smell though (oddly)). And the grips half the time. And the inconvenience, as I said. I missed Sunday lunch yesterday, not because I couldn't make it but because I couldn't face the thought of a piled up plate of steaming roast chicken, gravy, Porkshire pudding (baby Itchy style) and garden veggies (esp lovely stringbeans)... all I could see was myself swushing out a diarrhoea Everest next morning if not sooner. I know it has been dreadfully inconvenient all the way and Mother Hubbard said she got it plus someone else we know called Porker Mc Podger plus other people. It is going round like a dose of the clap or whatever the expression's s'posed to be...
WELL MY ROBBIES now have landscaped grounds through which to scurry... an 18in long L-shaped tubular bedroom that breaks in half for them to do weeweeze on the woodchips and banks of graceful Capability Brown-style rolling hills carefully sculpted into their aquarium so they emerge, like Stig of the Dump, from the troll-like depths of the underground... Wooooowh!
And when I break open their bedroom in the daytime and lean over cooing three pink noses appear... Bashful and Itchy always as a two-storey hamster with Itchy as the ground floor... and Spherical is first to panic and go bolting into the blue yonder (well red actually because it's Red Label) of the tea house...
IVY REPREHENDED ME yesterday for jumping from one topic to the next like a stuck Chinese hamster chocolate sauce better than Whitney Houston. What?
Well you get the point there. Do yous all agree? That I hopscotch so rapidly between topics (albeit in discreet paragraphs) that my chains of thought become as disjointed as Ratner's 9ct belchers? Please add a comment to the great debate.
My memoirs have made a false start in their composition... People keep saying my writing's OK and (especially when it's quoted back to me) selected bits seem fine... it would be rather pretentious to say I NEVER read any of my blog posts back because of course I look everything over rather briefly and some bits I spend some time on... generally speaking though, I do just tend to tap out and press return and hope for the best! My argument to self about this is that while blogging's democratic (in fact most readers of blogs are also bloggers... and the general standard of writing, photography and overall graphix and design I would say is surprisingly high across the popular blogosphere... Readers of a book are not generally book-writers, however. And a consistently high standard of prose is expected ... surely? Or should I just knock 'em out like they're for my blog and hope for the best? (Or to put it another way: see how the results turn out and take it from there~??)
Hey I've a musical treat for you in today's vids: if you don't already know it, please be informed. Leona Lewis is the Next Big Thing. Voice of a generation. She's launching in America in the very near future...
Winner of 2006's X-factor (ie British "American Idol") she has a voice that in my view appears only once in a generation. She's up there with Whitney Houston. And far better than Mariah Carey.
Here are the songs:
I Will Always Love You (watch this right through to when she starts belting it out. The crowd go bananas)
All By Myself (best version I've heard. Compare to Celine Dion's version)
A Moment Like This (first British single)
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