Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.
I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.
I moved my blog from Blogger a year ago. I just had the renewal through a week ago, and from this post it looks like I actually moved all the posts a year ago today. I seem to remewmber I had some sorting out to do initially, but it was a good move.
In the post I mull over all the technical issues – I scratched ny head for a while – but in the end there is an obvious reason for choosing wp.com – the community. That we’re all already logged in just makes it so easy to interact with each other’s blogs. That makes it a no-brainer (for me at least).
I’ve been toying with the idea of switching my blog from Blogger to “WordPress”. I put that term within quotes, because the first thing I had to learn was exactly what WordPress is! As it turns out, that’s not such a daft question. The core WordPress is a content management system. That is a familiar … Continue reading “Took the plunge”
“Mum says she’s doing very well”, said Anna, “I mean, I don’t know how much money she’s making yet but they’re all talking her up like she’s the next big thing.” Anna was chatting to Paul about her sister, Zara, who had just published her first children’s book.
– How’d she even get a book out there? Those two always seem to struggle just to survive, so how come she managed to publish a book?
– Well I expect mum and dad helped them. And she’s keeping it in the family – she talked Dan into illustrating it for her. Looks pretty professional, by all accounts. She *did* say she would send me a copy, dozy cow.
Dan was Zara’s husband. The two of them had met at Brighton University – he had just completed his course when they realised that Zara was pregnant. Little did he know that his Fine Art degree would qualify him well for his new career as a children’s illustrator!
Out of uni and eager to earn whatever he could, Dan was now managing a bar in Brighton. Things were very tight, especially with a pregnant girlfriend and a baby on the way. And when their second son had arrived, the world of art had had to take a back seat as Dan concentrated just on keeping the roof over their heads. Even then, some months they had needed to rely on Zara’s parents.
– Meh, by the sounds of things she’s got plenty to be keeping her busy.
– Yeah, right, I’m only her big sister, after all. She soon remembers me when she wants a babysitter.
– Oh, stop whining. She’s a young mum with two toddlers to look after. Can you really blame her if she forgets things sometimes?
– Yeah, yeah, yeah
sighed Anna. “That reminds me…”, she uttered, as she double-checked she had taken today’s pill.
“I’m not being funny, but …” begins every line
My blood pressure’s rising, but really, I’m fine,
It is just as well she thought prudent to mention,
This serious matter deserves full attention.
We had an English Teacher very early on in High School, it’s funny because we all thought he was a bit of an eejit at the time, but here I am all these years later echoing what he said.
He used to say that our use of clichés was due to not being able to think quickly enough. We wish to command, or to continue commanding, the conversation, but cannot think of anything useful to say, so we come out with this meaningless little filler just to allow our brain a fraction of a second to catch up.
This guy also had a theory about swearing. Exactly the same thing. Just an inability to access the required vocabulary in the allowed time.
Just to get something out to let off the excess steam, we say “oh, fuck” because we can’t think quickly enough to be able to say “oh dear, whilst trying to bang in this nail, I just hammered my thumb instead”.
I reckon this guy was twenty years older than me, so there is every chance that he is still very much with us. If so, Thank You, Mr. Lynch.
I consider myself very fortunate to have received a good education. A very small part of that was actually me, just for having the good sense to squeeze as much as I possibly could out of the system. Today’s poem is an ode to my daughter, who had many more opportunities than I ever did, and spurned them all.