This morning Number Three Son had an appointment with a podiatrist to see about having an op on his toe. The chap he had to see is based in a medical centre in a nearby town, the appointment was for 9.30, so N3S, myself and Mr Blogs Senior set of at approximately 9.10 assuming the place would be easy to find, and we would be in plenty of time. No such luck. For some reason even though the nearby town is very small, it has several medical centres. (I have no idea why, maybe it is a hotbed of disease, or the locals suffer from mass hypochondria.) The appointment letter informed us that the one we needed to go to was located close to the library.
Guess what? All the medical centres in this town are located near the library. We went to closest, which seemed most likely, and a very polite lady told us, no, this was not where we needed to be. The next one was only about 50 yards away, it seemed pointless to get back in the car, so I ran up, and once again was told I was at the wrong place. I tried the third, wrong again, but this time a helpful, elderly lady in the waiting room suggested trying the one behind the library . . . the one that isn’t visible from the road, the one which only local people would know about.
This was the right one, but why on earth couldn’t the fool who sent the letter have just said, ‘go to the medical centre behind the library’. Is this some bizarre medical worker joke? Do they get some kind of kick out of seeing their patients/patients relatives, sprinting from surgery to surgery? I really do have a feeling they were standing behind the blinds, wetting their pants with laughter every time I ran past, vainly searching for the right medical centre.
I’m not actually posting today, it’s Sunday, and I feel like doing other things. But, I wanted to say, have a look at the video I posted yesterday. Watch the tall bearded man . . . sorry I don’t know his name . . . anyway, watch him, you’ll see he starts to get a bit carried away. First he has a little boogie, then he begins to make descriptive hand gestures, this all ends suddenly when he glances to his right and a crestfallen look falls over his face. I have a feeling he caught sight of himself on the studio monitor and realised just how daft he looked.
Not a long post today (thank goodness I hear you say LOL) I just have a few announcements about things that may, or may not interest you.
Announcement Number One: Thank you to everyone for giving feedback on the new template, I have decided to make the change, and will install it after the World Cup has finished, or sooner depending on England’s progress . . . and no cheeky wags saying ok, it’ll be Monday LOL The main reason for the delay is that my little flag arrangement won’t fit with the new template.
Announcement Number Two: This was inspired by an email from Charlie (Admiral Pooper) in which he mentioned sometimes wishing he had a political blog. I felt the same, and with this in mind, I have decided to set up a new blog as a place I can rant about subjects that don’t fit here, or go into more detail than I would here. On the whole this blog has a pretty friendly vibe and I don’t want to spoil that, but the new one will allow me to be a bit more controversial. I would like to make it a collaborative effort, something that a team of people can post to, rather than just me. So, if you would like a place to rant, drop me a line and I will send you an invitation once I have finished tinkering. If you would like to keep any rants separate from your main blogging activities, it is ok to use a pseudonym.
Announcement Number Three: Podcasting. I’m a fan. Until recently I didn’t even know you could listen to podcasts on a computer, but you can, and there are some great ones available. Anyhow, having listened, I now feel like having a go myself. At the moment, I am still working out how to produce the things, but (fingers crossed) I will figure this out, and then Dear Reader you will have the option of listening to my dulcet tones reading blog posts. You will, of course, still be able to read them if you wish.
Looking to the future I would like to do more with podcasting. I have always liked the idea of working in radio. Years ago, our local radio station advertised for new presenters, and I did consider applying, but chickened out, which I have regretted ever since. Maybe now, thanks to the wonders of the t’internet I will be able to become a broadcaster extraordinaire, well maybe not. LOL It would be fun though.
And that’s it for now, but before you go have a listen to one of my favourite songs ever, it’s summery too . . .
The sunshine has returned, hoorah! It didn’t look very promising first thing this morning, but it has brightened up wonderfully.
Number Four Son has set of for the first day of his work experience placement. He was actually supposed to start on Monday at a hotel in a nearby village, but that was cancelled at the last minute because the chef he was going to be working with threw a bit of a wobbly and walked out. (That Gordon Ramsay has a lot to answer for, I’m sure chefs never used to be this temperamental.) Instead, he will be spending a week at a department store in town, which he isn’t happy about because he has to wear a tie, and also because this job involves working from 9-5, rather then 11-3. I am a bit disappointed too, I was hoping for some free samples from the hotel job, maybe a nice cake or two.
Is anyone else who uses the coComment thingy having a problem with it? I have had to disable it because for the last couple of days it has been refusing to let me post any comments, which rather defeats the object of having it in the first place. I was wondering if this a problem with the service or whether it is something at my end.
Are you happy Dear Reader? Well, you should be, because today is officially the happiest day of the year. It seems a bit silly that someone can decide this based on a scientific formula which can’t take account of the personal circumstances of an individuals life, but hey, that’s wacky boffins for you. And if you have ever wondered just how the process of happiness works, this page explains it in very simple terms, and also why we feel sad.
Three sisters have had their immaculate conception insurance cover withdrawn because it angered the Catholic Church. The policy was intended to pay out should one of them become the Mother of the new Messiah, thus providing financial compensation to cover the cost of raising the child. Sounds fair enough to me. The Child Support Agency would be faced with a very difficult task if they were called upon to chase God as an absent Father, and it seems very unfair that He should go around impregnating women and then leaving them to shoulder the burden alone. Surely anyone fearing this may happen to them should be entitled to make provision for the future.
Where did summer go? It’s been dull and overcast for days now, and wet too. Annoyingly, this unpleasant weather began the day after I bought new summer clothes, and some jolly nice sandals. Poo!
This is something I haven’t done for a while. The Indie Virus!. This time I chose Jungle Jim, a chap who lives in paradise. Pop over to his blog and read all about his life as a diving instructor. This is especially recommended for northern Europeans, who may wish for a dose of sunshine during the dull winter months, or what passes for summer in these parts. And if you are wondering what the Indie Virus is, go here to find out more.
Mr Blogs paid a visit to the dentist yesterday, and was told that he would need his wisdom teeth removing. The thing is, his wisdom teeth came through nine years ago, all at once, which caused him a lot of pain. Our dentist at the time, gave him two options, he could either have a referral to the dental hospital to have the wisdom teeth removed. Or, as the wisdom teeth were growing straight, he could have the tooth in front of each one removed, which would allow the new tooth space to grow without the pain. He chose the second option because it could be done there and then . . . we lived in Scarborough at the time, and he would have waited a while for the hospital appointment. Anyhow, this solved the problem, the pain went, the wisdom teeth grew, and he had no further trouble. Since then he has seen two other dentists, neither of whom have seen any necessity for the wisdom teeth to be removed. The chap he saw yesterday is new, and announced the need for extractions almost the instant Mr Blogs opened his mouth. Mr Blogs did try to tell the man about the tale of his teeth . . . but he refused to listen. Now, to the point, (yes, there is one) I think he should go somewhere else for a second opinion. Mr Blogs is undecided, he does tend to trust medical people though, where as I tend not to. So, what do you think? Should he go for a second opinion, or trust the dentist?
Have you ever noticed that people in films rarely need to use the toilet and on the few occasions that they do, something really terrible happens to them? A homicidal maniac will burst in and attack them, or strange, flesh eating bugs will crawl out of the sink. Alternatively, they will overhear a conversation and as a result will ‘know too much’! Yes, movie toilets are dangerous places. Well, there are many other differences between the film world and the real one, and you can find out about more of them here.
This headline made me chuckle, Nude Worm Tempts World Cup Fans OK, it’s actually a serious subject, but I was puzzled by the nude bit. Aren’t all worms nude? Or have I missed something? Maybe, there are more advanced worms who have entire wardrobes full of clothes. Maybe, there are worm fashion designers. Perhaps, worms have a whole culture of their very own complete with art, literature, music, film and famous worms such as Andy Wormhole, Katharine Hepworm and JK Wormling.
Now for something to make you think. Try your luck at 3rd World Farmer. The title says it all, it’s a game which simulates the realities of life for a farmer in a poor country. Have a go and see how long you last.
I leave you with a song, which reflects how I feel about the current weather. Summertime Blues, performed by The Who. Watch it even if you don’t like the song, because you can always have a giggle at Roger Daltrey’s dancing. At least, I think he is dancing, there is also a chance that he is fighting off a wasp.
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This headline made me chuckle, 
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