Grandad October 31st, 2009
In my day, we went around the houses collecting apples and nuts on Halloween.
Nowadays it’s all this fucking “Trick or Treat”. Another ghastly American import.
In my day, we made do with an old sheet thrown over our heads.
Now it’s all Star Wars costumes.
*sigh*
I was thinking of laying on something special for any kids who dare to call tonight.
I think I’ll invite Great Uncle Josh around.
He’s an amiable bloke, and he likes children.
He can answer the door to them, and show them what Halloween is really all about.
He’s been dead this last fifty years.
Grandad October 30th, 2009
There was a time, not so long ago when I could switch on my old ‘puter in the morning and have a flood of stuff to read on all my favourite ‘blogs’. [I still hate that word].
I have around two hundred sites in my reader, ranging from the impossibly esoteric, to the brilliant rantings of a foul mouthed guinea pig. No one can accuse me of being narrow minded.
On an average morning, I would find twenty to thirty articles to read and that would keep me happy for at least five minutes.
Now what do I find?
If I am lucky, there will be ten. And that’s on a good day.
Where the hell is everyone gone?
Has everyone said everything there is to say? Is everyone too wrapped up in trying to stay alive during ‘our current financial blip’? Or have people just gotten bored with the whole business?
Is the on-line scribbler a dying breed?
Am I an endangered species?
Hello?
Grandad October 29th, 2009
If a certain young piss artist had read this,
Then this wouldn’t have happened.
Grandad October 28th, 2009
I have just been flicking back over some of my favourite topics over the last couple of years.
I used to take swipes at my local council for digging up the local roads. They don’t do that any more. I suppose they are broke and can’t afford to.
I used to go on about America, but since they dumped Dubya, things have gone very quiet over there. No harm in that, but it has dried up a well of great material. Or maybe they finally took heed of what I had to say, and decided I was right and are keeping themselves to themselves?
I used to go on about tourists, but they are a rarity now. Maybe the antics of the Irish Tourist Shooting Association have put them off?
The only thing I have to give out about now is our government, but there are only so many ways you can call them incompetent, lying, thieving scum. There comes a point where it becomes repetitious.
Apart from the government, there are fewer things annoying me.
Have I really set the world to rights?
Am I really that influential?
Wow!
Grandad October 27th, 2009
I have nothing against pets. After all, I have a dog and a guinea pig [both by accident rather than design].
I was a little miffed the other day to discover there is yet another pet in the house, that was there without my knowledge or permission.
That fucking guinea pig has adopted itself a pet.
It’s the first case I have come across where a pet has a pet, but there is a first time for everything.
Minnie has adopted a fly.
It’s not one of your average house flies, nor is it a midge. It’s just a tiny fly. A sort of minnie-fly.
The two of them are inseparable. Minnie will occasionally sit on the window sill admiring the rain outside, and the fly will sit on her head and they can enjoy the view in mutual silence.
I asked Minnie what it was called and she said she had called it Zit. Not a name I would have chosen, but it’s not my pet.
Apparently it’s a male, which goes a little way to redress the gender imbalance in the house.
I just hope he doesn’t want to talk about football all day.
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