I was getting worried about Barrington. I asked him to investigate something for me weeks ago now but I just received this update letter.
I know, no one uses snail mail and all that but, due to his old-school intelligence background, Barrington Higginbottom isn’t really a fan of electronic communications. Well, not using it anyway, he’s fine with listening in to anyone else’s.
The Universe does appear to be trying to tell me something.
I attended the 100th Beach Clean for our little volunteer cleaning group yesterday, February 4th 2018.
I have talked before about having a daughter who is lovely but mildly obsessive about order, round numbers and has the inability to clearly pronounce a word starting with ‘s’ without showering stuff in saliva.
Which, funnily enough, is exactly that would happen if she tried to say ‘showering stuff in saliva’. There must be a word for a phrase that describes what happens when you say the phrase. If there’s not, I propose ‘a Bryntinism’.
It was one of my earliest followers (Wilt, who entertainingly cartoons at Struts and Frets) who, rather generously and graciously, offered a comment somewhere below one of my domestic ramblings that I seemed to be able to make some sort of entertainment out of the most mundane of things. This thought came to mind recently.
Sir Norman Fosdick-Chewlightly straightened his tie and cleared his throat before knocking on the Foreign Secretary’s office door.
“Come in Cambridge FC, you funny little man!”
Sir Norman put on his ‘yes, very good Foreign Secretary’ face, entered and immediately had to tilt his head sharply to the left to avoid something flying his way.
Hello, Pest Control
Hello? Hello? Is that Pest Control?
Yes, Pest Control. How can I help you Madam?
Hello, Pest Control?
I’m in a car park.
Innocently yesterday I wandered about the internet and read many things.
Innocently I read Lucy Grove-Jones’ Silence Killed the Dinosaurs blog and laughed heartily at the latest post from her, which was in response to another blog which she had linked, so I went there and laughed heartily at that one too.
I have written blogs before this one. They were rubbish too so I’ve been pretty consistent in that regard.
Anyway, when I read Hugh’s list of ’27 Harsh Facts Every New Blogger Should Know About Blogging’ I recognised that I have suffered many times from pretty much all of the 27 things.
I don’t know if Theresa May’s speech writer, he or she – or they, as is more likely these focus-grouped days – are stable geniuses but their abilities in ‘how to make sparse ingredients sound like you’ll be getting some sort of glorious and blissful transcendent epiphany’ must at least be up there with restaurant menu writers.
I am aware of a lot of likes, comments and follows for my blog from many other bloggers and I do check out the sites of most of the names that appear on my notifications.
I admit to not following back a lot of the sites that I see on there, although I often feel guilty that, having liked my nonsense, I am not returning the compliment to those fellow bloggers who are often working much harder than me on issues such as accuracy, facts, logic, sense, grammar and spilling.