Monday 27 January 2014

ode to the english language

.So you don't blog for months and then that bus thing happens, two come along at once. Well don't blame me blame social media and a spare hour between televisual programming .I was just doing the social media version of curtain twitching, which is reading things that people you may have seen once twenty years ago have commented on. Oh my what an eye opener. The poor guy was so busy ranting all thoughts of actually stringing a sentence together vanished into the mists of this rant. The subject was bullying ,the school well known for this and a few other problems. I remember going to look round it years ago.two things struck me number one the kids didn't greet each other vocally they happy slapped each other instead and the parents were twelve year old drug users with more tattoos than brain cells.'strangely none of my children ever went near there. Who would want to go and be educated in a place that was run that a borstal with all the charm of an ikea showroom .
Any who the moral of this story is that you are either part of the it crowd or the innit crowd. Personally education and culture pretty much rule overall else with me, but if you can't string a sentence together while ranting in public do it verbally not on paper,email or the dreaded Facebook.
Also trying to type one fingered on a kindle while trying to appear like you have an education doesn't work. Neither does typing on a touch type phone in the middle of a mud covered football field while shivering and needing a wee.in either of these circumstances  punctuation is not your friend.

the year of the pant

So this is a first. I'm blogging from a kindle could end up a massive cluster fuck what with good old predictive text but we shall see.
So year of the pant . well after the end of last year when according to some I nearly died due to plumbing issues and leaking particles. Then the wonderful build a bear stuffing that lasted for over a month and now the scars of varying sizes this year has to be better don't you think .
So far most of the planning has been in my head. Most of the things that happen here the brain work if you will happen in my head . no one listens so I never plan out loud but I do plan. I want to decorate this year. The cats have done a real number on my walls. Its not so much pants palace more pants drug den thanks to the pasty and the hairy bear pulling the wall paper off the walls. So far I have repainted the downstairs loo. Oh in case you were wondering it did help. I shouted instructions and stood over it as it did what he was ordered.
Apart from that there are other things going round in my head. But as I am never on my own long enough to do anything I'm not sure how I will be able to get any other plans done. We will see but one way or the other year of the pant has begun slowly but it has begun.