On and on he goes.....

First day of the year

So (Hello), I (Stevie.g) should (but feels no pressure so maybe wont) probably (perhaps, if he was able to) say (that is, write) something (anything please, after a year it's about time) profound and meaningful (well, more so than the past twelve months) as it's the start of 2007.

Bad news and bad news on the telly tonight. Dreadful mauling of 5 year old by her uncle's dog - why, why, why. Raising the age for buying cigs raised to only 18. Rain and wind stopping the fireworks. The end of the Vicar of Dibley.

However, I was able to enjoy a walk in the park - and Dan and Becca took some pictures- which I'll pop up here because I can!

And now for the thinking bit......

A) He who breaks a resolution is a weakling; He who makes one is a fool.

B) Think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's.

C) Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbours, and let each new year find you a better man.

D) No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

E) Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

F) People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas.


Happy new year folks.

Happy Days

These are my lovely friends from deepest Kent.
You can tell, that they were listening with intent
To me
Uncle Steve

You can see that one is bored, one bemused
and one just bluffing - or else a little confused
By me
Uncle Steve

It was thick fog as we crossed over the fen
but no cold and no snow yet again.
So no white Christmas or New Year
why don't you all shed a tear
With me
Stevie G

Fine Walk

Had a lovely stroll today - in North Norfolk. Saw this man in a hat walking along. It's ok, there were no trains - and if there were I would have shouted "look you out there young man".

Then I went on to see the sea defenses.
From the state of them you can understand why the cliffs behind are falling onto the beach. Same part of Norfolk, and if you still don't know where I was, maybe the boats will give it away?

Happy Boxing Day

Well it was for me, 'cos I saw
a seal (see picture)
and a picture (see dvd - Brokeback Mountain)
Both were fab.
(There were lots more seals,
at a secret Norfolk location!)

Happy Christmas

The turkey took 4 hours and 5 minutes to cook. Probably 6 months to grow so fat and juicy. The wine took 5 years and probably about 3 months. And tasted good. The day took 24 hours to pass. And was good too.

But I wanted to talk about the tree. Our poor tree. Took about 10 years to grow I'’m guessing. But the top broke just before we rescued it. And brought it home. So now it looks topless. Some things might appeal in a topless sense. But not the tree. It has had a touch of ridicule. But we love you, dear Mr Christmas Tree. And to prove it, I'’m putting your picture. On the www. For all to see. Fame at last.

Often to think I need to sit
Down, write out my thoughts and blog it.
Maybe I've done it too long
And I judged my readers all wrong.
I need to know - should I quit?

Mulled

In the olden days
wine
often went bad,
but
by adding spices
and honey
it could be made drinkable again.

Nowadays it is a
traditional drink
during winter
and especially around Christmas,
to warm up.

Our wine hasn't gone
bad
and it is pretty cold
outside
and it's nearly
Christmas.

So two bottles of
best mulled wine
was a real treat.

I wonder what else we eat that has gone bad
and is covered up with
whatever.

I ate pizza today - it was good
and talking
of today, two-days to go
before I have a
short (far too) holiday
lovely
but I'm not one to
whine.

Pleasant Pheasant

I had a Christmas meal tonight.
It was very pleasant
pheasant.
Followed by yummy
cheesecake.
Washed down with a full bodied
red wine.
To round the evening off, a quick
Guinness
in the pub.
So now I smell
As does the whole house.

Roll on the summer months;
smoking bans
and of course
selecting from next years
Christmas menu.

Three Pence

Getting up in the morning
struggling downstairs
limping, oh dear
what is happening
difficulty eating breakfast
feeling really bad
It was the same the night before
Eventually
have to see an expert
he reckons it's a bite
and not a dislocated shoulder
or a sprained ligament, after all
Antibiotics to the rescue

Poor cat - he's been in a fight again.

£37 and 3p
Where does the 3p come from ?

Kicked out

Have you every kicked out at something, in desperation.
Well, I was kicked out last night

It was very funny!

I was on a train - fairly empty - at 8.30pm out of Liverpool Street
I was late
So I jumped on the first carriage
First Class
(I'm not allowed to travel first class)
So began to walk through the carriages to Standard Class
Saw a colleague/friend from long time ago
In first class
He's just ordered a bottle of wine
Shiraz - Australian - 2001 - nice!
I hadn't seen him since 200!
I sat down
We chatted
He ate his meal
We shared some wine
Waitress, she was ok, but thought she'd get in trouble
A few minutes later, the conductor came along
Said I couldn't sit there
We chatted - friendly like - told story of friend etc - said would be moving along soon
He seemed ok
An hour later, he escorted me off first class
I'm a very bad boy/traveller.
Never been kicked out of first class before.
I might be on a black list

I guess you had to be there, but it was very funny.

Picture this

The snaps below, just out of the can,
Are of smiling Richard and lucky Jan.
Twelve hours married now,
They've taken their vow.
Together, forever, happy's their plan.

Christmas Shopping

Has some good points - like pretty lights
and electric atmosphere.
Bargains, smells, noise, music, sights.

And that's why I love it.

However, today, Norwich was packed, with 'people'.
I couldn't breath.
And not a single one of them knew why they were there, or,
what was the point - so it seemed.

I heard swearing and cursing. Arguing
and general unhappiness.

So, I've resorted to internet shopping.
In two or three days time there will be little cards
pushed through my letter box.
Informing me that 'we tried to deliver'.
Then I will have to take time off work
to go and queue again.

And eventually I'm guessing I'll open the packages
to find the wrong items.
And then I'll wish I stuck with the crowds and
repeating Christmas Carols.

Oh Joy.

Marbles

When I say marbles, you may think of two different things? The game or the mind.

The game is a funny old thing with glass balls - we used to play on the coal stack at school. This was about 35 years ago, when coal stacks in the school playground were all the rage. Our glass got black, and our knees (yes we wore short trousers) black too.

But I'm not thinking about that.

Nor am I thinking about all my friends and relatives who have lost theirs. Marbles. Not glass this time but the mind. Most of my friends and relatives would think I've lost mine too.

But I'm not thinking about that.

I am thinking about the Marble Hall at work. A magnificent building, with the board rooms and various other grand settings. So today I had a long meeting in one of these rooms. Normally our rooms are air conditioned, have good lighting, internet connections, white boards etc. But today we went grand. So poor lighting, no white boards, and windows stuck shut with 200 years worth of paint! It was hot, stuffy, smelly. But very grand. Shame they had removed the crystal decanters - I could have done with a stiff drink after 7 hours.

The one saving grace was that I could see marble. The stone. Which helped me day dream about happy school days and dirty knees.

I spent all day decorating

So, a young couple are about to be married - and are happily driving along to the Church to get to the ceremony - but disaster hits, the car crashes and both end up at the entrance to heaven. Whilst waiting for St Peter to let them in they discuss whether they would be able to complete the job, and get married in Heaven.
So, being forward types, they ask the Saint. "Can we marry in heaven?"
Peter doesn't know, so he runs off to find out.
Many weeks later he comes back. Months in fact. Three months I think.
YES is the answer, come in and marry.
The couple have one final question. "Having being married in heaven, would we ever be able to divorce, or is that out of the question?"
St Peter is exasperated! He says:
"My friends, it took me three months to find a priest up here - imagine how long it would take to find a lawyer!"


That's how bored I got painting.
But it looks great.