November 30, 2013
Filed Under (Gone) by Keith on 30-11-2013
They say that all good things come to an end eventually, which is usually true. When I first started blogging in 2006 blogging seemed to be on the up and up.
I remember when I started I had a problem getting hits or comments. Then I found Zoe of “My Boyfriend Is a Twat” who had won the ‘Best European Blog of the Year’ award three years on the trot! So I put a comment on her blog saying that I couldn’t attract any response to my mine; what was I doing wrong?
Bless her, she did a post about me and gave a link to me, asked all her friends to pop by my page and to have a look and leave me a comment.
The next morning I switched on my computer and found that I had 33 comments. I just couldn’t believe it, for a moment I thought my computer had freaked out, but no it was true, I now had 33 new cyber friends
From that moment on I never looked back. Everything when swimmingly and I met some very interesting people on the net. I live on my own with no family or friends, (not counting the “friends” who melted away when I gave up going to the local pub) living nearby. So you can imagine, suddenly I had friends I could talk to at the flick of a switch which cheered me up quite a lot and gave me a new purpose in my retired life.
A fellow blogger put it this way, “In Bloggerland we have our own little community. A community where we admire each other’s work, on a regular basis, give each other awards, on a very regular basis, laugh at each others jokes and even… write blogs.
It is a very safe community. A community where we feel loved and cherished and where you never feel lonely. There is always someone to share with and to empathise with, There is always someone who can empathise with you”.
Sadly all that is coming to an end. Over the years I have lost many of my friends because the internet community is changing. Most of people have either given up because they have other interests now like gaming, Facebook, Twitter, Myspace or even apathy. I have lost several people through their illnesses and death, which comes to us all in the end I suppose. The younger generation are now pre-occupied with their iPhones (so much easier to text than write a blog), iPads, Skype, Playstations and the like.
Ironically the blogger I quoted above left her blog about a year ago saying that it had come to an end and she would not return, has actually revived her blog now, in the very week I have decided that enough is enough.
Yes, I know that in the past I have closed down this blog through lack of hits and comments but the one or two loyal friends have persuaded me to return, but in reality it’s not worth the effort of maintaining the page with all the work I put into the graphics and layout. I apologise to the people who read my page but never comment or email me. If you had done so it would have given me that extra bit of a boost to keep me writing.
This time I mean it, I’m moving on to other things. I did start another blog on wordpress.com, but I never seemed to have the time to develop it, it never got past the first post so to speak.
Goodbye and thanks to you all for a very enjoyable time talking to you, and I hope you all have better luck with your page than me. Of course I shall still be lurking in the background and making my usual silly inane comments on your blogs.
And now another quote from that same blog above:
November 20, 2013
Filed Under (Cats) by Keith on 20-11-2013
UPDATE: Sorry, I forgot to include the link to Betsy’s homepage. It’s here.
November 11, 2013
After a lot of pressure from my friend(?) and enemies I reluctantly bought a cell-phone, or mobile as some unenlightened folk would call it. I had been resisting buying one for a long time, because being an old “stick-in-mud” I value my privacy when I’m out and about. Nothing irritates me more than people around me having their ear (or fingers) permanently glued to that nasty piece of plastic, the scourge of modern day living!
Someone pointed out to me that perhaps it would be wise to have one at my incredible old age (Cheek!) in case of an emergency i.e., the car breaks down halfway across the Sahara desert, I fall off a mountain and there’s nobody around or my yacht starts to take on water halfway across the Atlantic, and other such minor emergencies.
It seemed the sensible thing to do, so I bought a pay-as-you-go phone with a “qwerty” keyboard thinking that it would be good for texting. Wrong! Even with my new glasses I have a terrible time trying to read the tiny symbols. I don’t mean the normal a to z ones, It’s the alt+something to get the second function on each key! So I gave up after a while and just replied to text messages with a phone call. That is until I “Stumbled Upon” a page that had the answer to my problem. Click here.
Being very observant I noticed that my iPhone had a camera in it so I tried out the idea of scribbling my answer on a bit of scrap paper and then taking a picture which I sent in reply. It worked!
Now I carry a small notebook and pen with me and just reply or send a picture, Yes I know it’s more expensive this way, but I get about one text a week and send about the same number, so what the heck? I don’t have to strain my eyes trying to use the sub-miniature keyboard.
On the plus side your recipient gets a more personal reply in your own handwriting, instead of that ‘orrible Arial font that is usually associated with texting. There is no need to use “text language” either, like LOL, CUL8er etc., just scrible it out “that made me laugh!”, “See you later”
November 04, 2013
Filed Under (Uncategorized) by Keith on 04-11-2013
October 31, 2013
October 30, 2013
I don’t buy the insipid horrible little bulbs you see on the Supermarket shelves. They are enough to put people off garlic for life. No, I buy from The Garlic Farm on the Isle of Wight.
There are so many varieties of garlic that it is sometimes impossible to decide which to buy. My own personal favourite is the “Solent Wight” (click on the pic above to see an enlarged view). Fortunately my local garden centre shop stocks most of the types available from The Garlic Farm so I don’t have to go to the Isle of Wight to buy when my stocks are low!
Garlic is a bit like Marmite, you either like it, or you HATE it. Me? I love it, and can’t get enough of it. It’s good for the digestion and your heart, and further more, when you eat it your breath keeps away vampires, zombies and predatory women!
You can even buy Roast Garlic Jam, Roast Garlic Mayonnaise and even Garlic and Herb Popcorn.
I tried to give my cat Dinky some garlic flavoured cat-food, but she just sniffed it, spat at it and fled across the fields sneezing. That’s the trouble with cats, they just don’t appreciate good food.
October 23, 2013
The weather has been atrocious these last few days. Rain, rain and more rain. I must admit that between the storms it did clear up and rain for a while.
“I don’t know what you are complaining about.” said a friend “It just liquid sunshine!”
Today dawned bright and sunny and as the day progressed so did the temperature. Apparently it was warmer here in Britland this afternoon than in Mexico City, according to the met-man on TV.
I decided to take advantage of the lull in the monsoon season to get about and about and do some errands. First stop, the filling station to get some petrol.
While I was filling the tank I noticed that they had pre-packed paraffin on the forecourt. I thought it would be wise to get a stock in for my greenhouse heater just in case the weather turned really cold in the winter (which is a dead cert it would!). I paid for the petrol and the paraffin and when I returned home I looked at the receipt and was shocked by the price so I
It turns out that petrol (gas, in the Colonies) is now £6.14 per UKgal ($9.92 USD), and paraffin (kerosene) is £8.99 per UKgal ($14.53 USD).
When I was a lad in nineteen hundred and frozen stiff I can remember that paraffin cost 3/6d per gal, and petrol was 5/6d in proper English money; and, no, I’m not even going to attempt to convert that into USDs. How times have changed.
Good morning, Betsy.
September 15, 2013
One of my many lady friends, who is French, asked me to write out this menu to frame and put up in her kitchen:
Don’t understand it? Here are the first five lines to start you off. . .
Place in a large bowl of peace,
One day when I have less time, I will write it all out in English (UK that is).
September 11, 2013
Filed Under (Uncategorized) by Keith on 11-09-2013
Before I post this item may I suggest that you visit and read this post to get an idea of what is going on.
Then there were three, but now there are only two of us left. My Best friend died earlier this year. The other friend decided that we should discontinue the Din-din Club because as there were only two of the original eight left it was pointless carrying on, and he wasn’t feeling to well himself.
I suggested that we have one last dinner together and to toast to “Absent Friends” and then call it a day. He said OK, providing I did a “Galette Complète” with a “Salad Niçoise” (his favourite meal).
Afterwards I drove him back to his lonely little flat where he can no longer cook and clean for himself, and has to rely on carers and ‘Meals-on-Wheels’. As I drove back to my house I thought there, but for the grace of God, go I.
Now I need someone to make a nice comment to cheer me up now.
September 05, 2013
Last Saturday, a deeply religious friend who has been trying to get me to see the error of my ways as a Pagan, dragged me screaming and protesting to his local church’s “Men’s Breakfast”.
I don’t know if you are fully aware of what this ritual every month is really about. It is designed to help married men get out of the Saturday morning chores i.e., the shopping and mowing the lawn etc. It consists of a talk or demo about something boring and then tucking into a hearty breakfast of sausage, beans, bacon and egg. Oh, I almost forgot, it starts with a hymn and a prayer. Not really my thing, but then what is?
That said, we all settled down after the mini-service to listen to the speaker. This old gentleman had come a long way to talk to us about “The Life Cycle of the Common Garden Slug”. I kid you not!
He had brought along loads of leaflets to hand out, and his beloved magic lantern (which looked as if he had inherited it from William Friese-Greene), and some slides of the various breeds of slugs. Luckily he didn’t bring any specimens, alive or dead; the slides were more than enough to illustrate his talk. A bit too graphic for my sensitive taste.
Afterwards the ‘Ladies Circle’ of the Church brought in our breakfasts. I looked at mine, especially the mini-sausages, and I found that I had suddenly lost my appetite, so I just ate the egg and beans and tried to convince the others that I was a vegetarian.
Yes, it was quite an experience. I have never had so much fun since my leg went septic last year!
One last thing. If you have a slug as a pet, never give it salt because they don’t seem to like it.