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Friday, March 30, 2007
It's kind of like that story about the sperm
Y'know the one where they say, probably in a scottish accent, " Yr a winnah, soon. Yr sperm bit ull the oothers ta git thut igg." I think something may have been lost in the translation.
I am referencing the Scots as I have just returned home from a 4 day love-in leadership course at work. And my state director at work is a Scot. Appparently born and bred in the same projects as Billy Connolly. And the similarities are palpable. If i had the tongue for it, i swear him and Billy would taste of the same black pudding - for sure.
Anyhow, he's a fackin impressive individual. And I am not easily impressed. Enough grandstanding. Bail me up at a a party and ask me if you you want to hear the story of how it takes a mick to make a mickle. Also, ask me about the joke the training manager ( who is an Awstralian ) told me about the guy with mirrors on the tips of his shoes.
This post ( eventually ! ) is about a pet obsession of mine. Blogs that aren't updated. The fairly oblique refernece to the sperm commentary has come connection with the fact this blog is still getting the egg after three years. When other Blogs have moved on to IVF - if they are lucky.
With the advent of video and slideshow techi bollocks, i don't understand why peopole can't post. Some thing. Anything. A recipe. A bawdy limerick. Oh. Hang on. Now, i remember. Those eons that passed when i didn't post. Yes. I remember. It's easy to get distracted by the non-blog world. But as Gob ( pronounced Job for non-believers ) from Arrested Development might say , "C'MON ! " There's no excuse for Lindsay Lohan not posting on her Blog. No excuse. All she does is not eat and do coke. If that's all I had to do, I'd be posting every minute of the day. Sniffing a lot and typing real quick. But posting every every minute.
Lindsay Lohan's Blog disgrace
I am referencing the Scots as I have just returned home from a 4 day love-in leadership course at work. And my state director at work is a Scot. Appparently born and bred in the same projects as Billy Connolly. And the similarities are palpable. If i had the tongue for it, i swear him and Billy would taste of the same black pudding - for sure.
Anyhow, he's a fackin impressive individual. And I am not easily impressed. Enough grandstanding. Bail me up at a a party and ask me if you you want to hear the story of how it takes a mick to make a mickle. Also, ask me about the joke the training manager ( who is an Awstralian ) told me about the guy with mirrors on the tips of his shoes.
This post ( eventually ! ) is about a pet obsession of mine. Blogs that aren't updated. The fairly oblique refernece to the sperm commentary has come connection with the fact this blog is still getting the egg after three years. When other Blogs have moved on to IVF - if they are lucky.
With the advent of video and slideshow techi bollocks, i don't understand why peopole can't post. Some thing. Anything. A recipe. A bawdy limerick. Oh. Hang on. Now, i remember. Those eons that passed when i didn't post. Yes. I remember. It's easy to get distracted by the non-blog world. But as Gob ( pronounced Job for non-believers ) from Arrested Development might say , "C'MON ! " There's no excuse for Lindsay Lohan not posting on her Blog. No excuse. All she does is not eat and do coke. If that's all I had to do, I'd be posting every minute of the day. Sniffing a lot and typing real quick. But posting every every minute.
