... IN LOVING MEMORY ... |
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To Michelle
One of a kind...
This is for you.
I Miss you... |
... THOUGHTS ... |
I used to be a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack
it, so they gave me the ax. |
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... THINKER'S ... |

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To call it a refreshing
weekend would be an understatement. I attended
the only wedding I have every enjoyed,
rowed a boat (and displayed remarkable aptitude
for the task, might I add), explored a cave, ridden
a camel (an unsightly, uncomfortable, smelly and
irritable beast) as well as quite shamelessly spending some
20 minutes whistling through the air on a swing
(again with remarkable aptitude). Within the same
weekend time was also found to squeeze in a play
that was supposed to be a thriller but ended up
being a puzzler. |
Now that
several weeks worth of stress have been
released now I can tackle the week with much more enthusiasm!
Finally I have gotten round to setting up an easier way for you
to send me your thoughts, or attempts at thoughts or anything you
like with minimun fuss! GO HERE |
... TRUTHFULLY SPEAKING... |

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On Friday a dear lass named Ivy asked
me what I thought of her dancing. My reply was If you have not seen
the video to Truth Hurts'
So Addictive then you need to do it as
soon as possible. THAT is dancing. All my
opinions about dancing have gone straight
out the window as soon as I saw what those dancers were doing
an odd month or so ago. I was not aware that the human body could
move in such a manner. My boy Steve was speechless
with fascination as they went through their paces and so was I. If
you can dance like that I AM LOOKING FOR YOU!!
(Dudes, fellers, chaps and jamaas TOTALLY and UTTERLY
need not apply!) |
... THE PERILS OF THE TELEVISION!... |
I was sitting with
my little 6 month old cousin Ryan, tickling his
tummy and making all sorts of gooey
noises when with remarkable timing a fascinating
Trust condom advert graced our screen just in time
for the firebrand who is Ryan's elder brother Jimmy
to cast his eye on it. The boy loudly wanted to
know what Trust was and the speed with which his mother left the
room was something quite to note, leaving me and that formidable
small boy alone...
He repeated his question and me, still having
Ryan in my arms was unable to effect an exit. Personally
I'd rather walk over hot coals, climb Mount
Kenya in nothing but a hat and swim
in a bowl of lava than explain to a 6 year old
small boy the birdies and the bees.
Knowing the surprises fate usually swings my way,
I was not surprised when in quick succession a Stayfree
and an Always ad merrily flashed across the screen.
Jimmy was keen to know what these were too. If
anyone would like to know what 'sweating bullets'
means see me at first available opportunity. |
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... CONTACTS ... |
Don't call me, I'll call you!
Catch me at Rad_Dec@go.com
Or vent in the Guest
Book. Please send suggestions, thoughts, rants and raves and anything
you like to me. I however reserve the right to delete your mail without
even reading it! |
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