What a load of horse manure
I have been looking back at my recent efforts.
What a load of shite!
I honestly don’t know why people bother coming back, especially those who say it’s a daily read. Don’t be telling me my outpourings are witty of incisive or whatever as I know the truth and I know you’re just trying to be kind.
My newest splurge of visitors from China are still flocking in. As I type they are in second place behind the UK. All the rest are way back in the field, with Ireland in sixth place behind the States, Australia and Canada. Maybe the Chinese are using this site to learn how to write English proper?Maybe they’re keeping tabs on me to see how much I know about their precious home-grown virus? Whatever the reason, at four in the morning [Irish time] they come flocking in, regular as clockwork. That’s news, but only of interest to me.
The reason for the shite is the utter lack of anything mildly interesting about life at The Manor these days.
Daughter unexpectedly turned up this morning and mowed the field [twice as it was in bad shape]. She had to keep stopping to shift frogs to safer ground. This means a lot to me [the mowing and I suppose the frogs too] but it’s of little interest to anyone else.
Prince Andy is giving two fingers to the States and their paedo claims. Again, who gives a flying fuck whether he gave a flying fuck or not?
They have discovered that one fifth of the population here has fallen out with friends or relatives over the virus thing. This is hardly a surprise given the appalling way the mess was handled. Not news.
My Shingle Bells continue to annoy me but I have mentioned that once or twice before so that’s definitely not news.
You see my problem? Nothing to write about so I write about shite.
You see what I mean? I have just filled half a screen with nothing, or rather scribbling about scribbling about nothing? That really takes some doing.
Maybe I should just write when I have a poo?
Well I like it because it suits my mood. That’s mood singular – these days I only have one.
We have to keep coming back to see if it improves.
Now that makes sense.
If the Chinese are logging in, you could mention the other pooh and see if, or how, they comment? Before the cretin in Beijing decided to let the world be infected, it is understood that he has banned all writings of AA Milne after someone (now probably in a ‘wellness centre’ in the middle of the country)likened his portly figure to that of Pooh Bear. I also understand that, since then, Piglet, Ratty, and Mole were last seen being taken on a walking tour of a Wuhan wet market.
Whatever the content, keep writing it. Knowing someone else is having a normal life really does cheer me up.
I knew a girl once called Pooh. She was actually called Freda [Freda = Winifred = Winnie = Winnie-the-Pooh = Pooh. Geddit?] She was a fine thing too and didn’t mind the name in the least.
You are too modest – e.g., coming up with bon mots like, “Shingle Bells”!
And nothing much is happening elsewhere presently – I think it’s the lull before the storm: Dollar’s demise, WW3 (invasion of Taiwan), Fauci soon to be hoist by his own petard, the walking corpse messing up everything – it’s all to look forward to!
You’re doing fine and dandy with your missives and I’m pretty picky about what I read you know. Plus I’m an expert on Head Rambles. After all I’ve been reading your stuff since almost the beginning haven’t I? So I suggest you ignore your own opinion of your writings of late, keep scribbling, and let us enjoy reading them.
Some people buy Barry Manilow’s records and that’s complete unmitigated shite, but those folk happily spend their hard-earned money on it. At least your self-described shite doesn’t cost us anything, so why shouldn’t we keep enjoying it? Keep it free shite and we’ll keep reading it.
Is he still even alive? Was he ever? I can’t imagine anyone buying any of his records. The world is a strange place.
Struggling and overcoming everything the world throws at you – that’s Jordan Peterson’s definition of an unsung hero
Welcome Andrew! Struggling maybe, but overcoming? I wish…