Archives for the month of: November, 2012

You live and learn, so the saying goes.
Never a truer word was spoken.

About half an hour ago I was in the kitchen at home preparing cheese on toast for my two year old and I for lunch. She asked for a little piece of cheese, and I obligingly gave her a little bit to nibble on whilst I made the delights to be served for us for afternoon grub.
Obviously (I say this as a dog owner) there was 30 kilos of black Labrador hanging around; waiting for anything to be dropped or just held at the incorrect/correct angle (this depends on point of view). The following conversation ensued;

Me to daughter; “don’t give the dog that cheese”
daughter to me “why not?”
me “dogs don’t eat cheese”
daughter “yes they do. look” *hands cheese to grateful Labrador*
d “see”.
me “oh. not quite what I meant, but I see your point”.
*dog licks lips and wags tail, walking away*

So what have I learned today? the truth is only a point of view; and toddlers need things explaining to them, or they have a tendancy to misunderstand…

Onwards and upwards, I suppose.


Yesterday I found WordPress as an “App” for me phone.
Hopefully this might mean that all the wonderful ideas I have when out and about should turn up here, instead of being forgotten about thirty seconds later.
Fingers crossed.
It’s just a shame I have a memory like a car crash.
Lets see where this takes us, eh?

A while ago “they” decided that, partly as a fiscal matter, turning off our street lighting between the hours of midnight and six in the morning was a good idea.

Firstly i don’t know who “they” are; local or central government…it really doesn’t matter the fact remains that for six hours the street lights are dark.

summer months; no great shakes…

winter months? proper horror story bastard dark.

My mum seems to think that this lack of street lighting in the local area (I actually think it might be a bit more universal than that) is going to manifest itself into some crime surge.

I am lucky enough to live in an area of low crime…I have dubbed where I live as “the town that crime forgot” before…somewhat flippantly but never the less there is a certain truth to it.

I can’t bring myself to say to my mum that she is being daft, irrational and reactionary.

I have a point of view on this that maybe somewhat different to other people; I have been on the other side of cime…


I was a copper for three years.

I seriously doubt the negative effects of this street lighting policy on the crime lvels in towns such as where I live; in a city sure it may be a bad idea, but it shows how peoples perceptions of crime can be askew.  My mum genuinely believes that crime rates will soar (from none to three, I could point out).

Anyway, this is all a bit of a jumble. Am I trying to make a point? maybe…probably that people like my mum should be much more concerned about the recent PCC elections and the effects that they will have on crime and policing than with wether a few hours more darkness will lead to a wave of crime and terror.

But mainly; seriously, are these people fucking stupid? Is it only me who sees the completely obvious answer to this issue? Turn off half the lights, thus saving instantly fifty pecent plus leaving enough lights to satisfy peoples concerns.  Bloody simple real

a really good idea; honest.

ly eh?

If you want to know more about the insidious PCC elections and the possible affects on our safety, read’s quite worrying…

I recently (August: if I’m truthful not that recently) undertook and completed (read SMASHED) the Three Peaks Challenge.

For those not familiar with this it involves the three highest mountains in the UK and twenty four little hours. You can put it together from there I am sure.

I didn’t expect to enjoy myself and that certainly wasn’t what it was about, but I had a ball.  I completed the challenge with two friends; good guys, solid guys.  We were raising money for Meningitis UK, a UK based charity whose aim is to find a vaccine for the disease to irradicate it.  I won’t go into the reasons for the choice of this charity; that is not my story to tell.

It felt good to do something positive in the name of charity, maybe part of the reason I had such a good weekend.  But the real good feeling came a couple of days ago when I read this;

it made me feel warm on the inside;  maybe, just maybe, I helped this.

Okay, two things; I know it’s unlikely the few hundred pound I personally raised made that collosal a difference and; it’s crass to feel smug about work done for charity.

But that’s not really what I meant, I suppose.  It just felt good.

In your face, meningitis.

if you want to learn more about meningitis, go here;


ImageWow, I haven’t been very good at this have I? Dreadful really.  It seems so easy, just putting some words in an order to mean what I’m thinking.

So today is wonderfully, splendidly, depressingly half way through the merry month of MoVember.  Me and the boys at work  thought we’d give it a go.  I have never tried it before, I am useless at growing any facial hair…

…or so I thought!

I’m not say the ‘tache is good; it is trully bloody awful, but it is there and oh so more luxuriant than I thought it woul be…

And of course it is all in the name of better health; of men figuratively speaking removing heads from backsides and at least thinking about “mens issues”.

See, even on here I cannot say “testicular” without wincing, or at best chuckling.

Anyway, the sooner this debacle of a sham of a month is over the better.  I love the thought of a smooth upper lip once more.  But for now, keep it up Mo Bros…be strong!

I’ll post a pic of me and the boys at work with our finished Mos at a later date.