Category Archives: Strange

I avoided Motherhood, so Ms Karma sent me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead ;/

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From the archives of my mind

Back in the days…

I was a naughty, rebellious, authority despising, horrible little child. So I figured (early in life), if I re-produced, it would be a bad move. I thought Ms Karma would send me a child, ten times naughtier. But because Ms Karma is clever, my avoidance of the pain of ‘owning a rebel’; was over-ridden! She simply gave me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead; for this lesson…and probably also as some kind of justice for my poor Mother :0

My RED bouncing ball…Do you own one too?

For each emotion I have a WHITE ball, a really bouncy one, and note… it bounces vertically only. The top to bottom of a bounce, covers a fair distance but I’m adjusted to this, and some bounces are fabulous, which makes their EXTENT both a blessing and a curse. Read the rest of this entry

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I Miss You…(No hidden Insult Intended)

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‘I miss you’

I’ve noticed that this phrase, causes strange reactions in peopleThe Best of Missing Persons

I blame this reaction on the phenomena known as poxy ‘sub text’

Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…You are neglecting me

Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…You don’t make time for me anymore

Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…We are growing apart

When I say I miss you…It’s because I miss you

And I miss you because I think you’re great; because I love talking to you; because I love that I am lucky enough to be able to call you my friend; because I appreciate your advice; because I love how you make me laugh; because I want to know how you are; because I am blessed to have you in my life…and because you are impossible to forget. Read the rest of this entry

Words are no use whatsoever really…Not for understanding!

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Come Again Please?

Today’s random thoughts on ‘making sense’.

For every word of every language, there are multiple dictionary definitions, as well as the other definitions that are formed by our individual brains and experiences…

When discussing this earlier, this example explained the human ‘part’

Boy says…..’I’m shy’…..He says this with a whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped his meaning of shy

Girl hears……’I’m shy’……She then processes this with her whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped her meaning of shy

Their own understanding’s of ‘shy’ are different……as are the implications that the word ‘shy’ holds.

Now if every word has mass multiple definitions AND meanings, you then have to consider that people and their circles, naturally use words, with a COMPLETELY different meaning to the dominant and/or dictionary one’s, as they form their own little language communities. They then use these words OUTSIDE of their circles, when talking to people who have no idea WTF they meant by that 🙂

After all this confusion… Read the rest of this entry

The Curse of the Blogging Student…

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English: This is a cover of the novel, the curse.

Once you’ve been exposed to writing for your own, unrestrained narcissistic pleasure, your studies will be ruined FOREVER!

I used to enjoy the challenge of finding the ‘bestest’ and most eloquent phrases to explain my evidence

There was a day when I felt passion typing sentences like this :-

Dahlgren and Whiteheads diagram (Bird and Whitehead, 2012, p. 51) includes age, constitution and sex; drawing the powerful medical discourse, into the analysis. Marmot’s wide concept of the causes of health inequalities; allows all the evidence from different socioeconomic circumstances, to be considered in relation to health.

Until; the discovery of blogging. I found myself spreading my little writing wings, and I got to ramble on about sociology and Erving Goffman, whilst slipping in phrases such as ‘Trust the Goff’ and ‘He was one of the spangliest social thinkers ever to grace our pooey earth’…

AND

Now that I have experienced the joy of being able to write spangly in a sentence

Now that I’ve been exposed to the wonder of being allowed to wink when I’m writing…well; my essays of joy have become

DRY DRY DRY AND PAINFUL AND…DRY

In spite of all the bilge I write here, I have never been so drained and bored, reading my own shite, as I was this morning (hard to believe I know ;)) Read the rest of this entry

TEN Do’s/Dont’s… to make marriage successful in life (x3)

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Marriage Equality Press Conference

Marriage Equality Conference

Prep…

Get engaged twice but don’t make it down the aisle. Ideally you will call off one wedding; and at the other, you will be stood up at the altar; or just before you get to the altar.

This way, you learn all you need to about rejection, on both sides of the coin…

Find the location of your heart, and purify it as much as possible

Then you are ready for the grand plan.

  1. WITHOUT A VICAR present, Marry a friend who would never ever wish to sleep with you and vice versa; so, make sure they have the opposite sexuality to you; or ensure you are at least 8 points away from each other, in the league tables
  2. Make sure this friend is truly spandangly of heart, and you have a marriage made in heaven that will last forever. You get a best friend, who loves you even when you smell; who will love you when your fat and thin, equally. And you can safely love them with no fear of divorce… like ever, plus, you both still have real marriage as an option in your life; for any new finds.
  3. Then; spare marry someone else who you find sexually attractive and rather wonderful… but is impenetrable. All lonely broken souls, cannot resist the lure of a spare spouse. Be as spare wonderful as you can, to your spare spouse… and you will have 2 marriages that will last forever
  4. Make sure the spare candidate lives around 500 miles away; so that you can’t get spare sick of each other, even if you tried 😉 Read the rest of this entry

Imperfection breeds Perfection in Abundance…

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bubbles  Perfect moments are things that come once or twice in a decade, they are fleeting and normally unexpected. They mostly come on days where they are least likely to happen, or in moments where they have no explanation. But they are far from forgettable, even when indefinable. They burn themselves onto the memory stems of our brain; forever.

And unlike pain…they never fade

And they never lose their magic

My first came on a walk; from the toilets, back to the tent on a summer’s day, with the assistance of Sade; dads and babies; friends; lovers; an amazing subwoofer; and multiple swaying bodies

My second involved 3 children who were at first, separated, looking at each other with the self-consciousness of adults. Staring with the awkwardness of teenagers, and reeking with the transparent vulnerability of a child. The 4 of us were positioned in a large circle, one at each compass point. Totally apart; but all in view of one another. I’d just bought a bottle of bubbles from the shop, and to pass the time I began blowing. Read the rest of this entry

Confessions of a Blogger…’Ohhhh father forgive me?’

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Confession (film)

Forgive me father, for I have sinned...

I am responsible for at least 50 (or maybe even up to 57) hits; to my own page

I have voted for myself before, TWICE! The first vote was a ‘nudge’ styleee one ;). The 2nd is less confessional in style, because I have a bit of an OCD fetish with yellow, orange and red; they need to be in ratio/balance with my viewing tastes. And the screen needed some orange to soothe my anxiety (my lovely vote stars are orange; you can press on them to see the beauty if you like. I find 5 works best, visually of course ;))

I would like to UNCONFESS to liking my post entitled ‘It takes 7 seconds to fall in love, does it??!’ I was logged in a few weeks ago and I got one of them beautiful little orange notifications (god they excite me) and apparently, I (littlebeut333) had just read and liked my own post!

(Insert to WordPress…this is not helpful to my ‘blog cred’)

I DID like my own post about being a tree, and I shamelessly slapped myself on the bottom of it, in the ‘like’ area.

I have clicked LIKE on around 6-8 posts from other bloggers, after just skimming their work. Shocking, I know! Read the rest of this entry

It’s TRUE! Science/Numerology/History/Quantum Physics/Biology/Nature/Religion/Spirituality and WIKI said so…

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Now That's What I Call Music! 33 (UK series)

HOW did I miss ALL THIS, ’til now???

I blame my subconscious, ebbing out the treats over-time; and shrouding me in ignorance…little tease!
Anyhoo…

You could blow me down with a small white feather, right about now. Just an initial enquiry into the number 33 (via google) provided shed-loads of information. Literally pages and pages of relevant jam packed websites, reams and reams of highly trippy shit! After I’d browsed some of it, and lifted my jaw off the floor, I typed in 7 or 8 other numbers (34, 41, 55 etc); to compare the data like a proper scientist. There is virtually no info; (3 or 4 entries), on the meaning of many (tried and tested) numbers; and; even 1 and 2 don’t come anywhere close by comparison. Infact, it seems 33 is the NUTS of all the numbers, ever ever! In terms of scope; scale; poignancy; importance; originality; and not forgetting…the essentials/existence of life itself.

I bloody knew it was extra wonderful…knew it

Even WIKI says 33 is ‘magic’, for all things ‘ere on earth and beyond; and we all know how reliable WIKI is 😉

 “A quote for starters” – Covering the meaning/significance of 33; across ALL OF THESE DISCIPLINES…Science/Numerology/History/Quantum Physics/Astrology/Biology/Nature/Religion/Spirituality)

Theeee Appetizer – “To try to lay it out in a clear way, I will break it down. 33 is the master number in numerology. Dive into pi, and learn about mathematics in nature. There are plenty of videos on Youtube to observe (I suggest “nature by numbers” as a good start). It’s a universal creative footprint. The Sun is roughly 333,000x the mass of earth, there are 33 phylia in the Animal Kingdom, Read the rest of this entry

When ‘Spam turns Glam’… (Bilge Alert)

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What can I say? (Except shame on me, and perhaps, sorry… to the publish button?)

In response to my post entitled ‘The Circle of Life rolls round AGAIN!’…I received this ‘gem’ of a comment. As spam goes, I thought it was pretty exceptional, in terms of its ‘chuckle value’. And what else can I say??? Except, the chuckles were sooooo long-lasting, they fuelled my desire, to reply to ‘Bigga the Bot’. You must read his comment slowly, in order to gain maximum value and understanding, from my response ;)….

Bigga’s Gem…

“I as well as our men was digesting the fantastic tips seen on internet weblog and each of an abrupt I obtained a terrible mistrust I had not depicted admiration for your requirements for anyone techniques. My personal people appeared to be entirely pleased to see these individuals and still have in place essentially been recently using those ideas. Appreciate your simply being basically very helpful and then for having one of these type of remarkable recommendations an incredible number of everyone is really desirous to learn about. Your truthful sorry for not revealing admiration in order to earlier”

My Response

Really? What? You, AND all your men were reading my page?

Ohhhh luv, that terrible mistrust sounds awful…I feel for you, I do… Read the rest of this entry

All that is POSH…I love it / I love it not / I love it / I love it not / BUT I love it!

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My love/hate relationship with all that is posh, takes another twisty turn

The score was 4 up for posh

1. For the very posh lady on ‘Masterchef’ who drooled out this corker; shortly after ingesting a piece of sea bass with something very odd piled on top of it

“What a saaaaad end, to a once noble, piece of fish”

2. For Maude, the even posher lady who works in Sainsbury’s over the road, who called through an SOS on her bouncer styleeee head-gear, to boldly utter this classic phrase

“Stephen, its Maude, there’s a crisis on juice” (It’s the accent)

3. My doctor is ‘landed-gentry styleee posh’; and when I visit him, it is always my aim to make him laugh; mainly because he is so posh, he actually does that upper class scoff thing…it’s his actual laugh ;)! Like instead of laughing they…well…sort of scoff, I don’t know how else to describe this joyous little cultural phenomena of the very wealthy. Also, I love that he doesn’t move his top lip. Further observation showed, neither does anyone else from the upper echelons of our strange little society…and Read the rest of this entry

Writing Challenge Number 2 (2012) – Mediums – ‘But mostly, he wishes…’

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Medium Cool

333 words to be precise

You may or may not know that I have a boss/pimp who allocates me writing tasks every so often. (these can be found on Dawny’s Mini Seriessssss page).

Well; this job has led to another task that I’ve invented, as a naturally formed sideline…

Due to my inability to be succinct!

Welcome to Dawny’s Mediums!

Whenever I try to write a short, and I start getting too far away from my word limit. (as I just did) I’m gonna make it a medium, and as its my 33rd year and I’m obsessed with the number 3, the rules are, (like the shorts) each must tell a story with a point. But instead of 50 words, they must all be exactly 333 words…

Here’s my 1st shot at a medium.

But mostly, he wishes…

He was just 5; when he saw a slum for the first time; and he was a sensitive boy, his Dad could see in his eyes long before the tears, that it had hit him hard. His eyes welled up, as he stared at these people who looked just like him, and he wondered

What were they doing standing on the rubbish? Why were they living in houses like this?

His Daddy said “Don’t worry son, you’ll never have to see this place again”

And he didn’t. On their further trips to Mumbai, his Dad made sure he didn’t travel that route ever again, he never forgot their first visit, and they were very close.

The whole family made the effort to get together, and they were so pleased to see each other. They smiled and exchanged tales. Aadesh thought it would be a nice gesture for them all to cook and bring a dish from their childhood, one of the many their aunty used to make with them; when they visited her in the holidays. There were so many nieces and nephews, they all toasted ‘Aunty’ as they shared their dishes around. Seated in the Concorde, for it’s ‘flight finale’. Read the rest of this entry

Bugger It! I’m moving to Russia, they love the occassional drop of ‘Red Mist’ ;)

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OK, today I had a mind meander onto anger, aggression and the queen of stifled anger, Ms Passivo Agressive-us. Here it is…

I was a rage filled teenager and we could argue all day over why I was angry; but only half of you would agree on these reasons as any sort of explanation

So I will just tell you that I was angry, pretty much all day, every-day, and I am not proud to say that I had many fights when I was young (younger sorry ;))

What is a bit strange is this…Even whilst I was fighting, I hated violence and I hated doing it, in the moment; and for all the damage I did with my feet, I was never able to punch anyone in the face.

Now, just seeing two people fight makes me feel physically sick!

But sometimes, I still do not have control. A few moths back, I was out drinking with my gals on a rare night out, we had just left this cool little pub that has a piano in it, and I busted out a dodgy rendition of ‘Yesterday’ on the untuned keys, we all sang, made a lot of noise, and ohhhhh we laughed and laughed. A bit like a scene from an old London pub from the ‘Hippy-Days’. It was a great night and I certainly wasn’t angry. Drink generally makes me tell people I love them until I fall asleep.

THEN Read the rest of this entry

How I got a life-time reminder of my ‘Manic Ass Self’! ;)

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‘The Dangers of Tattoos and Bi polar’! 😉

OK, as it may be clear by the amount of random bilge I’ve been spilling of late…

I am a little bit ‘Manic’ at the moment!

I won’t attempt to explain the complexities of this little bugger of a phenomena as a whole; I’ll just touch upon this relevant symptom that it likes to create…

Flailing limbs!

Last week, I had a tattoo on my wrist, and I was chanting ‘sit still’ in my head the entire time. He had a good grip on my arm and I was kind of fixed into ‘still-nessssssss’, what with the general pain level around the ‘very important vein’s here’ area of me being stabbed with a needle.

I can tell you it’s not like having the belly done, no soft and squidgy shit sits on my bird like, ridiculous excuse for wrists! Read the rest of this entry

‘Happy 1st Birthday’ … Pretty Page of Bilge/Wisdom/Joy/Confusion &/or Inspiration

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I can’t quite believe how many spillages I’ve leaked already (Or perhaps I can)… My blog is a year old today! I promised my pretty page I’d so something to honour the occasion, and decided I’d pick a post from each month. It didn’t quite pan out like that; for many a reason.

Anyway, I ended up picking 13 posts; and in the random blog spirit, they encompass a selection of varied bilge. Each post has a little summary of why it made the ‘Grand 1st Anniversary’ line up. I hope you enjoy the re-cap, and I really hope you come back for a whole ‘nother year.

One last thing before I begin the un-veiling, I’d just like to say an enormous and humble ‘Thank-You’ to all my treasured visitors, new and old. You warm my cockles, ohhh you dooooo, that, you do…

I want to be a Tree

Tree Silhouettes

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/02/21/i-want-to-be-a-tree/

I chose this one because although I am a pooey and retired poet; I thought perhaps I should slam 1 in, for variety and nostalgia ;). This poem is what I imagine life to be like in a perfect avenue, full of lovely, wise, tree people. I don’t even necessarily want everyone to be a tree, just those people in the world who are most crappy; those people probably need to be trees more than anyone. But they won’t be trees.

Yet, other’s will.

Such is life.

Pretty please don’t take away my ‘Yellow Knees of Liberty’ 

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/pretty-please-dont-take-away-my-yellow-knees-of-liberty/

Hardly a literary prize winner. However, this post represents one of the most surreal nights of my life. I gained 6 points on my licence. I drove for 8 hours trying to reach the foooooooking 02 car park, so I could get on the tube from there, and continue the journey.

I thought I was gonna keel over, slumped onto the steering wheel, the stress was that immense!

English: Daewoo Matiz.

It was an important journey because reaching the destination was also, the only way to accertain just how loopy I was at the time. I lost 2 hub caps; peeeeeed in several inappropriate places in Central London; and at 5am I got out of the car to the 3rd copper ‘pulling me over’.

(Well; the 1st one didn’t pull me over; he wandered across to the driver’s side, after I nearly wiped him out of existence, kerb side! The curve crept up on me and I accidently half mounted the path at around 30mph; and I lost hub cap 1, right there)

Sorry, back to the 3rd copper

The buckle had indeed fell off of my belt; and, as I stood up to meet my maker from the Metropolitian Police Force, my jeans began to fall down!. He evicted me from London pronto; and issued a harsh warning about my narrow escape from a LIST of criminal charges. He ended the scene by asking me if I had a map? So I passed him the highly creased and stressed Atlas of Great Britain, circa 1988. He said ‘I don’t wnat it, I was asking if YOU had a map, for YOU”

If I went past the sign for Bow ONCE, which I can assure you I DID, I must of passed it 68 times! And my yellow/gold knees (aka Blanche), ended up stealing my liberty later anyway; by robbing me of £2000 in a year; fixing the beautiful little beast!

Beware the Daewoo Matiz…cute but costly, and akin to a pushchair; in terms of quality, build and road safety standards…

Thank You, Happy Birthday

When you

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/when-you/

I do believe I was…’Einstein like’ with my wisdom in this ‘ere post.

You wanted! – Census of The Mind 2011

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/04/27/you-wanted-census-of-the-mind-2011/

I chose this because I was born with anti-establishment DNA, and LORDY lord; I think my rant about the :-

“nosey, cheeky, exploitative, nosey, thieving, nosey, double standards, nosey, little pooey, “WHOOOOO do they think they are? Power crazy swindlers”

lasted 23.5 minutes. Passions fire…

Also, I had great dreams for this post

I imagined reams of snippets of people’s minds, flooding in like billio…reality then hit; and although the comments were somewhat thinner on the ground; they weren’t remotely thin in quality. This is my blogs version of a very cool time capsule of the mind. And the mind is my favourite thing; except for maybe kisses and laughing!

Life is A Stage and we are the Actors, Go learn your lines ‘Chameleon’s’

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/life-is-a-stage-and-we-are-the-actors-go-learn-your-lines-chameleons/

When I started blogging, I had a dream 😉 My blog had a dream and Deena fulfilled it, for details please see her comment below the post.

Thank-you again…

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As well as being the stuff of dreams for my pretty page and me toooo…

When I learnt this information from Goffman; it literally changed my life instantly! I was compelled to share the love…I think my jaw stayed on the floor for a week; and I spent 7 of the quietest days of my life; watching everyone; me dumbfounded; muttering

“Fuck me Goffman, you have just explained life in its entirety to me, and sent me out into the world with new eyes; they are seeing far more, than they did before.”

“Where are you? I’m not sure what to do with all this right information right now but…”

(Ohhhh let me/us ALL experiment…in ‘Deviating from the Script’)

Trust ‘The Goff’, the elite are always as uncomfortable with my altered script; as the nation was when Nick Griffin appeared on ‘Question Time’! Dum Dum Duuuuuuuum! And THEN, he said people of all skin colours were welcome in his vision for the nation!

Nick…

Here’s a flicked V for you; from my naughty rude page; not me; my page

Don’t put me on the ‘possible up riser’ list please

Oh it’s OK Nick, it was a peace sign! Sorry, it’s dark in here

Mothers, the Invisible Vilified Heroes of Humanity

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/mothers-the-invisible-vilified-heroes-of-humanity/

English: Breastfeeding the baby.

Literally, I still cannot imagine anything more testing, difficult, thank-less, tiring, scary, selfless and ‘freedom quashing’ than motherhood. The older I get, the more I am in awe and amazement at the sacrifice women make every day, invisibaly bringing their kids up, right in front of our blind eyes.

I find it really sad that the care and love they give, is worth so little in our culture. I know not every-one is lucky enough to have an amazing mum, but my mum is the most fabulous gem on Gods Green Earth. She has given up everything for us; and my sister has done the same for her ‘Pops’.

I also chose this because my mum proudly sends it to everyone she knows (bless her), and she got all teary eyed when she read it. Which is nowt new as she is a bit of a weeper; but still, it was a special moment. And a rare opportunity to give her something back. Mothers Everywhere, I think you are just amazing.

Blood, Sweat (a little wee wee) and Tears of Laughter!

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/06/17/blood-sweat-a-little-wee-wee-and-tears-of-laughter/

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It needs no further explanation past the title really; without doubt; one of the funniest experiences and viewings of my life. My entire massive family, know about Trent and her mind blowing accident on ‘The Hawk’. This never fails to make me laugh and I love reading it because; I just emptied the memory onto the page. Sometimes I re-live it here, I can absorb it’s moment without any effort from the re-call section of my brain

Lil Trissus, stay off the roads FOREVER pleeeeease

Revenge is a ‘reflex action’, This is why we are Screwed ‘til further notice

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/07/28/revenge-is-a-reflex-action-this-is-why-were-screwed-til-further-notice/

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This was a bit of a learning curve in the making. Like all posts it began with a random thought and as I began writing, I realised I’d been ‘bitch slapped’ by fate, in order to grow past revenge. I had more experience in the field, than first thought!

And if anyone reads this, and finds themselves in the kind of deluded space I lived in (I’m still deluded, just differently now), feeling hurt all the time, and miserable. I hope this post shows them that maybe, just maybe, the way they are seeing things is not the way things are actually happening

It’s a tricky old path and the trouble with revenge is; when you decide to take it upon yourself to even the score. You are choosing to inflict pain or suffering on someone else, and if you believe in Karma even slightly, you need to see what you’re creating; all that pain is coming back your way. So really, it’s an exhausting no-brainer on all levels; It was a long and winding road, with plenty of side stepping! I can’t recommend the journey enough really.

Lived, Loved and Lost

Love Letters (Julie London album)

Anyone around in the early days of ze blog; may have read all about our great ‘Love’. Both our ‘rise and fall’ (and middle come to think of it) were touched upon here countless times; from an outside view, maybe a tad excessively? But the posts were nothing in quantity; not compared to the abundance of everything I had… when love lived here for a wee while.

For the first time in my life, I lived, loved and lost like a proper grown up.

He was such a big part of my life in this 1st year of Random Spillages, I can;’t comfortably leave this love off of the list, and I didn’t fancy re-reading posts from our ‘rise’

So you’re getting an entry from ‘Morose Town’. An extract from our ‘fall’

You could always visit the love category on my page if you’re interested in our rising love. I’ve been so busy being rageous, I didn’t really notice I’d calmed down. A bit of reflection later and; if he was ever to read this; I’d want him to know that I thank him, for everything…

The Circle of life rolls round AGAIN

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/the-circle-of-life-rolls-round-again/

London Capsule

I like this post. It was a rare moment in my life when I felt proud of myself, and also, like I wanted to stand on my own throat for killing my Ukulele. But the philosophical little lamb within, loved this experience.

Because the subsequent ‘creating and destroying’ thought that followed, was a perfect match.

Also, I doooooo laugh at the picture of the foot (and as I am known for roaring at my own jokes sometimes)… I’ll admit I am tickled everytime I see

‘Not my foot, just a foot’.

I don’t know why it tickles me so greatly, but it does. Small minds and all that…

Ohhhhh Alby, Trust you to Nab the 100th Post position

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2012/02/01/ohhhh-alby-trust-you-to-nab-the-100th-post-position/

English: Stella Artois sign

My amazing old step dad is cashing in on the fame list again. Ohhhhh Alby, first you steal my 100thy post position, and now you’re in my anniversary list on my blogs birthday!

Writing this was such a joy, and me and Trissus roared at all the memories for hours.

Now for the spooky bit!

The most memorable of his phrases, by far, was, “Can you see me, can you see me now?” And bugger me, as I was pressing the PUBLISH button on his post, an advert came on the TV for a film, and anyone who knows me will vouch for the fact that I am incapable of tuning into adverts. INCAPABLE! I see one a year, tops. But this loud (as they always are) trailer came on; and this guy stood in the middle of the screen and shouted right at me… ‘Can you see me?’

It freaked me right out

Oh and then there was a film on friday night, I think it was actually some sort of :- ‘Renegade the Movie’! Stop haunting me and nicking my baking trays you bugger! Love you

Cat Love, far more than one might think

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2011/09/15/cat-love-far-more-than-one-might-think/

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A philosophical and humuorous lesson for us all in here I think,

And an ODE to my baby boys. I would be truly lost without Mr Shamone and Mr Rurch… and their Rhino styleeee head butts of devastation. They are still the ‘lights of my life’

English: Black and white cat with blue eyes

Forver Loved, Never Forgotten, Miss Amy Winehouse

English: Amy Winehouse at the Eurockéennes of 2007

Amy Amy Amy – Still the ‘Love of my Life’. I don’t feel that any poxy peeeeedly paragraph could ever do her justice, so I will pop the link here of some of her visual beauty… and shut up.

https://littlebeut333.wordpress.com/2012/02/01/forever-loved-never-forgotten-miss-amy-winehouse/

And there you have it, a few of the Random Spillages from this Reportedly Strange Mind. All of which are a little bit special, in my eyes anyway…

Dawny Xxx

Short Number 5 – ‘The Psychiatrist and his Educated Empathy’

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“Am I ‘a character’, because I have character?”

Or?

“I think I’m scared”

“I don’t know what of”

“My emotions, my moods, maybe…”

Why?

“They’re so overwhelming; I’m not sure if I even have a base personality”

“Am I a real person?” Read the rest of this entry

Ohhhhhh the 3’s, Ohhhh the subscribers, Ohhhh nearly 33 of them! ;) Kiss Me!

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Kiss You

Thank-you and Mwah Xxx

Oh Be-Jesus-in-Ka-Ryyyyst!

My blog now has 32 followers (Yay) and (Danke muchly to each and every 1 of you)

You may or may not know this :- but the number 3 is very special to me…

And the number 33 is simply orgasmic for my ears/eyes/life and general senses!

So I feel it only fair and fitting; to plant this giant great smackaroonie here, for the next wonderful soul, who for some reason, subscribes to read the bilge that spills from these hills

Mwah all over town for subscriber 33!

And I don’t want anyone to feel left out, plus I’m highly grateful to ‘all and any’ readers of my page

So please all have a kiss too.

Mwah

‘Superstitious Waffle’ about The Wonder of 3’s

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Go 33

Ohhhhh sweet sweet 33!

[Invisible Logic + Betty x The Universe + (Strange Lady – time) + 33 = Joy!]

WARNING – Lengthy essay of utter bilge below

I don’t bloody believe it!

But I do!

Aside from the fact that my belief system has no logical or empirical basis, it makes a lot of sense.

The Seeds Were Sewn

All my life I’ve had an obsession with the number 3

The first thing I remember noticing about it was the shape; I still think it’s really quite pretty.

I was born on the 3rd of the month, which I’m sure affected my subconscious around this number; and then one of my all-time favourite childhood songs was released, and it re-enforced my obsession by noting all the wonderful things about ‘3’.

The song was… ‘3 is the magic number’, by De La Soul. If you listen to the lyrics of this gem, I think you will see that 3 is marvellous; not just for me, but for the entire world!

3-wheelers! Dogs with 3 legs! Tables with 3 legs… need I go on? Read the rest of this entry

Home Sweet Home…Until Andrew Stone ;)!

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English: Andrew Stone

Stone at his Finest!

How long can you get away with saying ‘This place ain’t my home’!

You see, London is a special and somewhat captivating place. Maybe the pride and my inability to let go is because it’s our capital; or maybe it’s because walking along Downing Street, or around Camden, or through Soho, or across the West End; is magic!

Just wandering through these places is an overwhelming experience for me!

Whatever the maybe’s, all these years later, London is still my home

But as much as I like the ring that comes with saying ‘I’m from London’, London is also largely a shed and I grew up in the middle of the compost heap, right next to the rusty axe!

The Royal Borough was a saying ‘Darling’, not a known entity…

And 20 years ago, Wayne was at the school gates with a sawn off shot gun, he was there for his girl, and this was London love and life!

Lovely… Read the rest of this entry

Short Number 4 – For Chandler Bong

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Friends

I'm looking at the beep and I'm not happy!

I want this

I want that

I can’t cope

I don’t know

I I I!

I I I I I I I I I!

Will you ever find time for… We?

All I ever wanted was… Us!

Or was it the… Weee-nUs?

(chortle chortle)

(42 words! not including the chortles! yay)

‘Sadness’…

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A Natural Human Disaster

You are the pin that pops pretty balloons

You are the fist that takes the wind right out of my sails

You are a thief

You are the friend that no-body wants, the friend who whispers in your ear that things are really that bad

You burgle houses in the worst and most destructive way going

Your middle name is Twister

I don’t like you and I tell you this whenever I find you in my home, but still you keep coming.

You are everything in the field of viruses and disease

You eat away at the flesh of the internal Read the rest of this entry