I got a rap on the knuckles yesterday*.
Within minutes of my typing efforts going public, I got a comment from Ed P – “When there are column inches to fill, any old nonsense will do!” and sadly he [or she, or it; one never knows these days, but I’ll stick with the male assumption for now] is absolutely right [but see the bottom of this post! GD]. In my somewhat pathetic defence I will make two points:
The first point is that I generally refer to my outpourings as brainfarts. Now there is a remarkable similarity between a brainfart and the other sort. If you have one of the latter pending it can be difficult to restrain it, even if you’re in a crowded lift or at a funeral at the part where they ask for a minutes silence to reflect on the deceased. If you have to let rip it can be difficult to restrain and inevitably you let go, giving those in your vicinity the full benefit.
Also like its rearmost cousin, one never knows in advance what the content of a brainfart will be. It could be the equivalent of an SBD [the best kind in a crowded lift] or it could be a full blown drawn out blast in three part harmony [which is the worst kind at that silent bit of a funeral] . One tries to restrain oneself but one frequently fails and a bad one slips out. For some reason [my age?] I find urges for both sorts far more common these days, sometimes to the amusement of my readers or sometimes to the amusement of the Grandkids and the annoyance of my neighbours [depending on type].
The second point is a simple one. I refer to the title of this site. In retrospect it’s a damned good title as it gives me free reign to ramble and meander just about anywhere. It might be a short little stroll or it might be a full blown mountain hike. The ramble can just be whatever crosses my mind at the time, and the older I get, the stranger the ramble. Sometimes it’s an idle thought or something that has caught my eye or sometimes it can be an experience or something that annoys me.
I have said before that I have no idea where the name Head Rambles came from. I didn’t copy the idea from anywhere nor did anyone else suggest it.
It just rambled into my head which is somewhat appropriate?
* Erratum: It has been pointed out that I was [possibly] wrong [a rare event] and that Ed P was in fact referring to the article in the Times and not this. My humblest apologies Ed P. In my defence I will say that I haven’t shaken off that damned virus yet and the brain is somewhat scrambled.