45 today. Say it quick and it doesn’t sound so bad. 🙂 Jack Frost sent me an early morning gift too, on top of Miss’ car. Jack says hi
The Ode Less Travelled – Iambic Pentameter
Sometimes it seems that Druidry is all about Bardic poetry. Sometimes perhaps it is. When I was at school, poetry was a torture undergone reluctantly alongside Far from the Madding Crowd (which formed the majority of my English Literature O-Level exam (which I passed yah boo sucks and chiz)).
bish, legion and blogging all!
Just out of interest, I wondered if this new site had managed to get into the google listings yet. So many bishes out there, all blogging away like nine-pence! Shuffle up lovelies; room for one more at the back… Oh, and yes, I was eighth in the list – not bad for the first week.…
Trains, Boats and Beerz
It’s been a loooong time since I let the train take the strain. Apart from holidays abroad I guess about twenty years. So I was looking forward to getting down to the London Boat Show via Bristol Parkway and Paddington, meeting up with half a dozen sailing mates and wives.
Fat bottom’d bish, you make the room go spinning ’round…
/sing Thanks to Queen for the title. 😉 Well, it’s been a week since I brought the exercise bike home and, like a religious fool, I’ve made my devotions every evening.
A day of challenges.
On arriving at site I found the network down and the switch dead, so called in to the helldesk.
Well, to all one of you I guess… This is as much an opportunity to get some hands on experience of new software as it is a blog. After almost a dozen years of being “on the ‘net” I remain “a user”. I’ve managed to give up hand scripting html web sites in favour of…
Fat buggers unite. You have nothing but your bellies…
Well that fat pot belly I gained over the feastive period is on it’s way out! I decree. Today I picked up an exercise bike! No, really. I used to go to the gym, but it was such an arse to drive there, work out, shower, drive back… I just quit. So now, as I…
So here we are, the end of 2005ce – which hasn’t been a bad year all in all. The festivities have taken their toll on poor bish. I weighed myself last night and discovered the pot belly weghed about a stone, that being the amount I am over my normal 12 and a bit stone…
Call it the pre-Christmas blues, or the actions of the too too big full moon overhead, but for the last two weeks (or possibly somewhat longer) I’ve really struggled against the onset of depression. Not my normal problem, which is depressing… and most likely due to the lack of daylight and exercise in these dark…