Meghan Markles tears, Ex prince Harry’s DNA?

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Like many people I failed to see the interview with the ex prince (neither of his parents are ginger) and his Mrs. last night. This is not because I do not have a television, I just did not give a toss and had better stuff to do. Elsewhere some person dropped a gaffe and made a joke about a TV/TS people, dropping herself in the brown stuff at the same time. To save her wretched arse and her legions of fans, (probably) She wrote a long grovelling letter of apology that would not have looked out of place, from a politician after having been caught shagging his secretary. Finally and praise the lord indeed, Piers Morgan, has left his job, actually his presence on TV never bothered me cause I do not watch TV.

So what has happened these last days? I got my assignment back from uni. (Happy) and have bought a hedge cutting machine. (fun) The warm weather and sunshine have brought out the gardener in me and the joy of putting seeds into pots and weeding flower beds has been rekindled. The hazards of making bonfires in wheel barrows shall be recalled in the next couple of days or so. Then … Who knows? probably school work to be honest, then something else. I am just glad, that I have better things to occupy my mind than buying newspapers and listening to the incessant noise of the TV box. Which makes me ask another question, Just what is this obsession people have with celebrities?

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I should like to write more on this sub species of Homo Sapiens at a later date, right now I have some rubbish to put in the bin.

Moby Dick is Feeling Sick and Captain Kirk Is A Silly Berk

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If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.

I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeff because of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.

Star Trek': Captain Kirk's alien loves

Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)

Postman Pat Official - YouTube
A cat
Melville's Whale Was a Warning We Failed to Heed - The New York Times
Moby Dick

J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hook here.


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Yesterday I started writing a blog, This morning I dismantled and erased it. I thought it was crap! Today I am going to paint more and write about something else, other than stuff that is going down at home. Though that shall be sneaked in at points as well. It is more than anything, deciding what to write about, indecision perhaps being most relevant right now. I have been thinking about making Stinging Nettle beer, does anybody have a clue what 800 grams of those things looks like? Neither do I. I spent yesterday evening painting some landscapes and getting new ideas down on paper at least, the next days, even today I will be doing something more constructive and bringing these ideas into the light. Looking for work though not so enjoyable is also necessary.

Stinging Nettle - The Permaculture Research Institute

The thing about being an artist, it is quite easy to compare yourself to those who have gone before. The leonardo’s, van Goghs and others and thinking to yourself” why do I even bother? I can never be as good as those guys.” Actually I am not a great fan of that Leonardo man, but anyway if we can compare ourselves to other people we get nowhere in our own journey. We each have our own style of thinking, of working and speaking and this is something we ought to remember. We can study how Vincent painted, we can study leonardo and his stuff, we can learn maybe even copy but you/we cannot be that person. EVER! Or anyone else for that matter.


Being grateful for what you have, is a far better stance than being miserable for what you do not have. You wanna be as rich as that Bezos man? Good ,you get the stupidly long hours and ridiculous amounts of responsibility as well. Just think about how far he can fall, and how far you can fall. Many of us want to be wealthy and like the idea of having lots of money, some of us even grizzle about how we need so much more. We make ourselves poor, just by thinking like that. Other people complain how Bezos does not pay enough tax etc he is so wealthy that he can currently give every many, woman and child on the planet $26.23 dollars (Increasing daily) which for many is next to bugger all. Now imagine the day when he can give all those people, you and me included $5,000 or more. That day is fast approaching, now imagine Bill Gates and et al all doing the same, will you be complaining then? I don’t think so and if you are, then you ought give it back to them, cause it will be wasted on you.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

art and culture, Autobiographical, politics and religion

I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

Samuel Whiskers | Villains Wiki | Fandom
Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

Watching Magpies

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Magpie | Bird Identification Guide | Bird Spot



I used to have this poster in my dormitory cubicle at school.

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Why do I get these mad ideas into my head and work on them as if nothing else matters?

Why don’t I trust politicians or believe in priest’s?

Why do I like porn and why don’t I ditch it by the wayside? Why don’t I ditch alcohol (again) and leave that by the roadside too?

Why does long term employment evade me and why don’t I like employers?

Why is it I see through their shit and then tell them about it?


Why don’t I watch the news and buy their newspapers?

Why don’t I grow up and stop belching and finding toilet jokes funny?

Why don’t I stop farting, or can I even stop farting?

Why can’t I have something more simple than ADHD, why or why oh why do I have so much energy?

Why don’t I appreciate that ‘awful’ school my parents sent me too?

Why did those policemen let me go?

Why did that fool eat that bat?

Why is Donald Trump still alive? Why do they both have stupid looking hair?

Why does Jackie have a sn***le? and Why oh why have the owners of this web platform changed the layout and the way it all works? (WANKERS)

Why am I writing this shit? Why am I calling this SHIT shit?






I was looking for a job and I lost a job.

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Triphammer falls, NY state USA

Oils on paper 2019-2020


OIl on paper 2020. Model unknown





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Studying aside, after 25+ years experience in the retail industry the time came to call an end to it all and have since moved into fundraising  and the interesting thing is when I first moved to this city 23 years ago, I saw a notice for the people I know work for and something inside me said I would be working for them one day, well to be honest they have changed their name (once) in that time but their core mission and principles are the same. It beats stacking things on shelves, stock takes, positioning FSDU’s and the like,  the mileage in the car has shrunk immeasurably, have more time to myself and am doing something I thoroughly enjoy.

When you bear in mind my last employers were Crooks (literally) in name and practice. It is so refreshing not to be dealing with those people anymore, I do not like people who cannot maintain professional distance and the administrator was just like that, a real nosey so and so, from Leeds which for those, who do not know is in West Yorkshire, their local Association Football club ( the game played with a round ball and eleven players on each team) is leeds Utd.

Football and Yorkshire aside, relationship wise we are still together she has gone home back to the States for the time being after being over here for 5 months.

Life is good right now.