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essentially an assortment. to be taken lightly, seriously, or possibly both. who knows, i might even add to this quite regularly.
in the bleary breach twixt slumber and waking i gazed forth from my chamber window. there upon yonder verge was a peasant who, having donned cloak and hat, pruned his shrubs in the morning drizzle. so fervent was his toil that he paused but briefly to exchange cheery salutations with the postman.
i searched for a co-ordinated washing up bowl and draining rack. but i couldn't find a matching set i liked. eventually i came to my senses. why should they match? life's not like that.
a strange phenomenon: advertisers being honest. 'sorry is not enough' and 'our new improved fuel won't solve the problem'. good try, but it just makes us realise how dishonest you were in the first place.
individuals with dogs who busk in our town centres. fair enough. but why do they increase 10 fold in the busy shopping days before christmas?
it has occurred me that the divine comedy theme tune to 'father ted' always gives one a sense of wellbeing.
people who make that strange noise with their lips when they greet a dog or other small animal. do dogs even like that noise?
a bus hit someone on a pedestrian crossing in my town, and yet still the drivers working for this large company (who also run trains) drive at high speed around the town centre. some people seem unable, for whatever reason, to recognise that just because the limit is 30 doesn't mean you can go that fast.
it would be interesting to know, in a limited sort of a way, whether anyone has ever acquired so many houseplants that the floor of their flat has collapsed, sending the contents plummeting into the apartment beneath.
people in the supermarket who go through all the bananas, squeezing every one to find their prize specimen. scourge of our society.
i read a travel report on eastbourne in a national newspaper. it was inaccurate in the extreme. one can only assume they all are. maybe you're better off staying at home.
today i bought a plastic bus. it is red. it has not made me happy.
in sainsbury's a guy came up to me and asked if i was the bloke from toploader. "no" said i. should have gone with it and played along. you always think of these things afterwards.
some fool dumped a car in our church car park. the police say we can't move it or we'll be liable if it's damaged. and if we want it taken away we have to pay somebody. quite farcical, one might say.
i walked into a glass door. blood was shed. someone ought to do something about glass doors.
there are i'm sure many ideological and culinary reasons not to eat at mcdonalds. but their tex-mex chicken thing proved tasty sustenance in an hour of need.
newspaper editors. please don't write about TV presenters. no one has any interest in them, people should be famous for actually doing something.
mmmm. avocado.
"tiredness and hunger-ness have a lot to answer for". so says a wise sage i know. though she also says "can't you put me down as wise parsley?" so remember all you people of the world if you're on a low - food and sleep might not be the answer but they might help.
why dont preachers let you ask questions?
our cat got fed twice today, so i heard. first dad gave her her quarter tin. then mum came in and gave her another quarter. she ate all of it. and must have been pleased.
who is it that thinks up new shampoos? i saw today there's a 'clear' shampoo. what the advantage is i'm less than sure. if it makes your hair go clear then i'm not convinced. i mean, nature has its own way of making your scalp visible, just hang on... listen everyone, it's a load of claptrap*, they want your money, remember it.
sponsorship. i was thinking, 3 grand would buy me a computer with a scanner that works, a nice piece of webspace, a decent bulletin board and the funding to get my merchandising on a roll. if anyone wants to sponsor this site in exchange for banners all over the place then get in touch. who knows, i might even throw in a much sought after wibblethorpe.com email address. actually, come to think of it, i've been unable to give those away.
well, you never know...
st gladys died by the way, in case you were wondering, but then, thats just the way life goes.
motor vehicle repairers. entirely above the law. should be stopped. (except the good ones, if you're reading this.) But I mean, once your car has broken down you have no choice but to pay whatever extortionate (is that how you spell it?) amount they ask for. i mean, it's not like you can take your business anywhere else. someone ought to tell a policeman.
if you have internet messenger, the aol one or the msn one, let me know. we could talk.
people mistook Jesus for a drunkard and a glutton
"all the thrills are gone, what used to kill the pain no longer pacifies you, what satisfied me once, kept me jumping the ring of fire, has left me burned out on the wire, all the thrills are gone"
alabama3
i think honesty often scares us. particularly in the christian sphere. if it is a sphere, more some kind of an odd-shaped thing.
like if we admit to thinking something that isn't
"right"
its the unthinkable sin. so to speak. take this site for instance. i'm so scared of putting stuff on thats going to upset anyone. but why?? i mean, do i have to answer to you?
*or whatever
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