Linda

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…)

Rejected About Me Page

I am trying to spruce up this blog a little. Updating a few things here and there, making a few changes, updating the links on the Links page and moving things around. One of the main things I wanted to change was the Your Host page. It was written in a state of frustration. I was sick and tired of trying to come up with yet another About Me page and plaster it up and make it some kind of humorous. It has been there for a couple of years. In the early hours of one morning when I couldn’t sleep (count the many that have been recently), something flipped in my head (it was probably  the sausage roll that I had eaten an hour before, but shush don’t tell). I pulled out a scrap of paper and started a list of things about me.

Then I started writing.

What follows couldn’t possibly be used as a serious About Me page due to its bad taste, but hey, taste is subjective I guess.


How do you write about yourself without sounding big headed? You kill yourself, of course!

Your Host

Paul in a TARDIS Hoodie

Paul in a TARDIS Hoodie

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to bid a fond farewell to Paul Hurwood, who was a good man, for the most part… he was a heavy git to carry from the car to the front of the church.. he always did like his pie and chips, not to mention the odd gallon of coffee a day.

For those who knew him well, knew that he was never happier than when he was in plugged into something loud and angry, making his feet tap and his ears throb. From a young age, he had the beast of Rock and Roll in him. Despite his father’s best efforts to get him to play musical instrument, he took up the drums and didn’t do that too well either… there is nothing more sad than a failed drummer, except that of a failed Bass player.
After music came Science Fiction, in most part Doctor Who. One would often find Paul running around with a replica sonic screwdriver pointed to the sky,  screaming at the clouds for “The Doctor” to hurry up and come take him away from the “BLOODY MADNESS“. We were never sure “What Madness” and “Which Doctor“,  we are sure that the medication was working towards the end of his long and eventful years.
In his spare time, Paul was passionate about advocating for others who had problems with Mental Health issues.  He saw it as his “Duty” to stand up for the little guy and give a voice and a place to breathe for those who had none and nowhere.

His indefatigable way with life often masked a deeper issue. He rarely slept, due to Insomnia, so he joked that he had to be ready “FOR THE BLOODY DOCTOR”.  Always a joke to had for something so serious.

During the Internet years of his life, his passion for knowledge began to bloom. He found he learned more during the latter portions of his life than he did in all the years he attended formal school. He once told me “School was great for the basics, but the real stuff is online in the REAL WORLD”.

He leaves behind a Wife and Mother,  who have refused to die despite being twenty years older than him. They are now 120 and 122 years old respectively and would not die first as they didn’t want Paul to have any fun without them being around. Paul’s final words to them was  “Bugger”.

Also left behind, are his Brother Nik, Esther, and their children. They may have had their roller coaster times, but, when it mattered, they were at their strongest when they stood side by side and were united as a family.

Paul was a rather young Grandfather, 25 to be precise. It took him by surprise.  He wasn’t expecting it, especially considering he had never had any children of his own.  We are taking it that marrying a person 20 years his senior will have that effect. The 8 Grandkids all added a bunch of grey hairs to his beard over the years, mostly by their butchery of the English language on Social Media.

Ladies and Gentlemen, at this point in the service, we’d like to ask if there is anyone who would like to say anything about Paul?

*Fart* “Pepsi Max please and a Chicken and Stuffing wrap.”

Thank you, Linda.

*Cough* “Can I have my Cup of Tea now? They said there would be Tea!

Thank you, Kay.

With that, we leave you with your thoughts….


So  there you have it, the not fit for purpose About Him page that wasn’t fit for printing. No doubt there will be certain comments made from certain quarters, but hey.

Until Next Time…

I Got Chil(is)

If you were to meet me in the street today, you would get a grown version of Billy Bunter, but I enjoy my food. I always have. I rarely turn food away and the times I do it is for a reason:

Hairy Pork Belly Strips
Asparagus (anything)
Anything with Chilli’s

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Bye Bye 2013

… and hello 2014.

I started a version of this post that was very negative, but then I started to think that I really didn’t want to go into the new year with all that crap on my shoulders. So instead, I look back to the past year and offer the things that have lifted me and made me proud. (more…)

Heads In The Stars

It seems that I have dragged my family into outer space and beyond lately. It has been no secret that I have a penchant for Science Fiction and Fantasy in my entertainment choices, given an option between the mind numbing experience of sitting through any of the “reality” game shows that proliferate the TV these days or some kind of limb reduction with a Rusty Spoon (Why a Rusty Spoon? Because it hurts more!), I’ll take the rusty spoon thank you very much. (more…)

She Holds Me Up

I was going to name this post My Rock, but I am so tired of that cliché. I have so many words in my head to describe my Wife, none of them ever do enough justice to what should be said. Each day she makes sure I am medicated and alive for one more day. Each evening she makes sure that I have everything I need to make it to the next day.

I don’t know why she puts up with my crap half the time… I guess it’s because I make her famous on the Internet..lol.

When she saw this picture she complained that she wasn’t smiling.. to which I replied, “You don’t have to smile for every picture.. This is the Honest Linda. This is the you that deals with day to day life”

My wonderful wife Linda

Honesty, it’s not about faking a smile just because a camera is pointing at you.

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