This Was The Mug I Was Looking For

In my last post I touched on my smoking addiction, whilst that is my most unhealthy addiction it is not the one that will probably kill me first. The one that will get me first is the addiction to MUGS. I love ’em. If I find a quirky mug, I must have it. I have boxes full of mugs that I will probably never use again, but I can’t get rid of them because they are my babies. My problem is though, if I keep buying them the rest of my family is going to either keep the mugs and kick me out or just shank me with one of my own mugs!

I took delivery today of my latest addition. I wouldn’t have known about this if my wonderful wife hadn’t shown me her Facebook time-line yesterday, but she slipped up and I saw this and had to have something similar. So here I present to you – The Mug I Was Looking For:

A Mug is the design of Star Wars StormTroper

The Force is Strong With This Mug

The upside to my collection is that I get to use these cool things to.. the downside.. more washing up. It’s a trade-off

Until next time…

I Am Addicted

(Read that post title to the tune John Bunyan’s “To Be A Pilgrim” – not that it has a bloody thing to do with this post)

Just over three weeks ago I went to the Doctors to keep a self made promise I made to my Mum. I am the kind of person who likes to try and keep his promises where ever possible, but sometimes I over egg the pudding, and occasionally I let my gob get in the way of common sense and offer more than I can deliver. This is one of those time, folks.

They'll Kill ya Folks

They’ll Kill ya Folks

Without airing everyone’s granny pants to the world, its’ time for me to give up smoking for the benefit of everyone in the household. To be supportive to Mum who has had to give up over night and has done it cold turkey and has been smoke free for close to 100 days,. For me health wise, I am getting no younger and with that natural health problems are just hastened on with adding cigarettes to the mix. Then there is the financial side to the whole thing,, it’s bloody expensive. (more…)

Erasing The Doctor

If I was to ask you what sprang to mind when I said the words “Doctor Who”, you, depending on which Doctor was “your” Doctor could possibly answer:

Bow-ties are cool!
Really Long Scarf’s!
Celery in the Lapel
Weeping Angels
TARDIS

It could be a list a mile long.

For me though it changes on a daily basis. I don’t really have a 100% firm MY Doctor… IF I am pinned down to just ONE, then it would probably have to be David Tennant. I found his performance to be everything I wanted from a Doctor, but to be honest, every Actor that has portrayed the great medic has something that the others just haven’t and makes them unique and MY Doctor whilst I am watching that story. (more…)

Looking Within Rather Than Out

I was having an early hours chat with a good friend Henrietta about my lack of blogging over the past couple of months and she suggested I take a look at a couple of regularly run blogging events that might get me back into the swing of things. A great idea as the A-Z Challenge did wonders for my creativity and I felt great (up to a point).

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One of the events is the “1000 Voices Speak for Compassion” blog event that’s run on the 20th of every month. So, nothing like giving myself a challenge here. Seeing as I tend to rabbit on I’ll just link to the blog’s about page and you can read their much more eloquent description of what they do and why. 1000 Speak for Compassion (more…)

The Man Who Wore Sanitary Pads

Like millions of kids, growing up my parents read newspapers 7 days a week. I know it was 7 days a week because they made me go and fetch them from the shop or bring them home after I finished my

Paperboy

paper round in the morning. They would also read the local paper that would be delivered in the afternoon, The Evening Post.  As I got a little older I started to read the Sunday papers (and not just the comics either). During the week, I would scan the back pages for Sports news whilst doing my Paper Round but I didn’t really have time for much else during the week. The only other periodical I would read during the week would be Kerrang the Heavy Metal Bible (back then, I haven’t read that in a while). (more…)

15 Years

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

Today is the anniversary of the day someone was crazy enough to take me on and make me an honest man. It doesn’t seem like 15 years, it seems like only yesterday.

There are 1001 cliches that go along with anniversary’s and I could sit here and write them all out as I really don’t have the creative spirit within me at the moment. All you really have to know is that with an infinitesimal few times I never been happier in my life.

Mind you, if the Mayor of the township in which we were getting married in had had her way we wouldn’t have gotten married 15 years ago. Why? It was all a can of Ravioli’s fault. (more…)

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