...and bump goes Pottifer..

There is a girl sitting near me on the train this morning. She's really purrrdy, but suffers from acne today. Twin sister is standing next to her. She's really purrrdy too. No acne. I wonder if there is any jealousy in that relationship. Very topical.

Man exactly opposite me is obviously ex-SAS. Or at least Army. Maybe. He's wearing a Rolex - a real one. Checked shirt and tweed jacket. Creases sharp enough to slice through a table leg. Eagle-eye lever on the back of the head is a real give-away though. And he's having trouble holding on to that coffee cup with his extra grippy hands.

Lady next to me has a crutch. I mean she is supported by a walking aid. Very large. The lady I mean. You can't take very large crutches on the train. They get in everybody's way.

Passing through one of the stations, I saw Peter Sellars on the platform. Looked like he'd been waiting a helluva long time for his train.

The bloke across the aisle has got an enormous hooter. Very annoying. Parp parp like he's Noddy's little red-and-yellow car or something. Poop poop like Toad's bad habits. Get a life. Or Beechams.

My carriage seems deserted today.

Must remember to buy deodorant at lunchtime.

Sergei

Daddy...why does...?

Q and A session whilst the Pink Princess was in the bath last night:

"Daddy?"
"Mmmm?"
"Where is your Grandad now?"
"He's in heaven now darling"
"Where is heaven Daddy?"
"Heaven is where you make it darling - wash the shampoo off please"
"splutter...I think Heaven must be a horrible place Daddy"
"Why's that darling?"
"Because firstly, it's full of dead people which is sooooo creepy, and secondly because no-one really wants to die so Heaven must be full of people who are really sad that they left their friends behind on the ground".

Five-year-old logic eh?

Can't argue with it.

Sergei

Ready For Xmas

Well, I reckon I'll get some brownie points now.

Whilst Mrs. Sergei was out shopping at the weekend, I got a couple of chaps in to install the new Plasma TV in the lounge.

Seeing as they seemed honest and open young men, I left them to it whilst I nipped over to a neighbour's house.

Mrs. Sergei was so pleased when she walked into the lounge...and even more pleased when I offered to do all the gardening for the next year as well...

What are the chances...?

Going back over the Friends Reunited site the other night, I decided to search for some of the missing classmates who hadn't as yet bothered to add their names to the list.

Started with some of the ones who might still be local to the schools...nothing.

Despite extensive Googling and Boogling (I made that one up) - nothing.

Not one missing person could I find.

Except, that is, the one person I absolutely never believed I would ever find.

In between 1984 and 1987, I had a close friend with whom I really had a lot of fun. We never went out together as such, just did an awful lot of teenage-type things followed by the inevitable hangovers. Ah...such fond memories...Suzannah...

I remembered that, in about 1989, Suzy went back to America with her 8 sisters, and her only brother.

So I simply typed Suzy's sister's name into Google.com.

Francesca...

First entry - an exact match in a short story about a Air Stewardess, from Anchorage, Alaska.

Unlikely - I thought.

Reading the story, the stewardess's age (when I worked it out) was exactly right though.

Another entry showed the same name registered to a riding school in (you guessed it) Anchorage, Alaska.

It won't be her. What are the chances of finding someone after 20-odd years with the first results from a single, global Google search?

In a place that's cold. And she hated the cold.

Actually?

It is her.

Hi Cesky!!!

Hi Suzy, Tori, Lucy, etc...

Then I found Cesky on Friends Reunited.

.co.uk.

Sergei.

Dont you find this...

....eerily spooky?

Perhaps it's "Keep your head whilst others about you lose theirs..."

If machines had feelings...

...then would mowers be all forlorn?

And You and I

Now, this man really had something to say. Does he speak of love for his God, or his girl in terms such as this? Leaving you to decide is the sign of a true, true genius.

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean made,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coins and Crosses, never know their fruitless worth;
Cords are broken, locked inside the mother earth.
They won't hide you, they won't tell you,
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean made,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, our sad remains will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean made,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.

Jon Anderson
And You and I
YeSSongs

You didn't really say that did you?

Mrs. Sergei's birthday yesterday.

Grandma Sergei, on my side, sent a rather lovely pair of slippers.

The right slipper features half a pretty transfer of a cuddly kitten. The left slipper features the other (back) half. So, placed together like so, make a cute whole.

Mrs. Sergei mischieviously said that she found it funny that the only way yours-truly is going to get to see her pussy is by her keeping her legs shut.

Stunned silence.

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What do you get if you cross an Essex Girl with a Norfolk Bumpkin?

Boiled beef and carrots - what else?

Oh yes - mayhem.