Friday, 29 April 2011

A royal wedding going on

 Its been quite a day today. For the folk who don't know we had a royal wedding going on in good old blighty and for many it was a great thing. On the other hand for some it was a chance to piss and moan about the royal family and possibly the state of our country.

I have absolutely no reason, or for that matter wish, to piss, moan or in anyway grumble about the state of our country or the royal family. Truth of the matter is I'm quite happy with my lot. I like living in the UK, I like the fact I get health care, I like the fact my rent will be paid if I'm not working, that I'll be educated and that we have a royal family.  I also like the fact that if I don't like this stuff I'm free to fuck off somewhere else.

So today I found myself invited to a friends house with my family to watch this royal wedding. To eat freshly cooked scones and to sit by a river with a silly hat on, amazing.
 I also got the chance to meet some new people and I've got to say for me, this is a big thing. We even had a little dog with a T shirt en-blazed with a humorous quip.

I still get that pinch yourself thing when days like today come along. I mean, come on, tea and scones? Is this really the life I live? the life I want? Too damn right it is.

I'm a big fan of this stuff. To even be invited is a big deal for me, never mind actually turning up and having some fun. So to each and every one who maybe thinks this sort of stuff is not for you, truth is you may well be right. It's not my concern.

I, together with my friends and family have had what I consider to be a fairly great day. Some folk got married and some flags were waved. I even feel a bit proud to be British. 



 

Thursday, 28 April 2011

A fact of life.

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Depending on your view 3

A three, two, one on the difference between people's views. Sometimes it's so hard to see the obvious.

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Depending on your view 2

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Depending on your view 1

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Sunday, 24 April 2011

Simply because I like it

Three days into four days off work and things continue to plod along quite nicely. Most of the day has been spent in Westbury at the in-laws just sitting about and relaxing in a mighty way. The photo on the right was taken this morning and I posted it simply because I like it.

In other news its looking like I might finally be getting close to the move from a laptop to a mac-book. It's been a long old road but sooner or latter I was always going to move back to a mac. Oddly enough I find this strangely exciting.

So with one more day to go in this mighty, mighty weekend I can quite happily knock it into neutral and in all probability coast my way through tomorrow with a smile.  

Friday, 22 April 2011

I quite like to sit down

It's been one of those days that feel like its been a whole weekend. Once in a great while they come along and its really quite nice when they do.

Tea time came with the Dobbo's trudging down to the beach to hook up with some friends for a bite to eat cooked to charcoaled perfection on the BBQ.

When we were down there one of my friends asked me what would be my perfect thing to do. Truth is I had to really think and what I came up with was less then ground breaking.

I quite like to sit down and mostly I'm fond of strolling through the woods. That was it, that was all I could come up with, and that was the truth.

Its kind of a comfortable place to be, to not want or need to be doing anything greater then having a nice sit down or a steady amble in the woods. The beach was nice today as was time with my friends.  

A chance to be of use

The chance to be of use is indeed a wonderful thing. Ive learned the importance of it through service in the fellowship and as is the way with this sort of stuff, its now leaked out into other areas of my life.

This of course is great news to Mrs D who is always willing to find new and exciting ways I can be of service to the Dobbo household.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

I know a way out

"An alcoholic is walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out.

Soon a doctor passes by and the alcoholic shouts up, 'Hey you. Can you help me out?' The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.

Then a priest comes along and the alcoholic again shouts up. 'Father, I'm down in this hole can you help me out?' The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on.

Then a friend walks by, another alcoholic. 'Hey, Joe, it's me can you help me out?' he shouts. Right away the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, 'Are you stupid? Now we're both down here.' The friend says, 'Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out.'"

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Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Bugger, just bugger

It is a spiritual axiom that every time we are disturbed, no matter what the cause, there is something wrong with us. If somebody hurts us and we are sore, we are in the wrong also.

But are there no exceptions to this rule? What about "justifiable" anger? If somebody cheats us, aren't we entitled to be mad? Can't we be properly angry with self righteous folk?

For us these are dangerous exceptions. We have found that justified anger ought to be left to those better qualified to handle it!

12X12

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Saturday, 9 April 2011

The metropolis that is North Nibley

On a hill over looking the metropolis the is North Nibley stands a monument to a chap who went by the name of William Tyndale. Apparently this fellow did some stuff to do with translating the bible and as a result was obviously arrested, tried and killed off. Needless to say that the good folk of dear old blighty decided to erect a monument in memory of Tyndale and it has stood proudly ever since.



But that's not what Nibley monument is about for me. I've not been there for quite a few years now but the memories I have of that place still remain. The times I trudged up that spiral staircase tripping my nuts off in the dead of night. Bouncing around on mountain bikes speeding my tits off or sitting in the top doing hot knife after hot knife (I suspect noting like the hot knives they probably did William Tyndale with).



These were good times in my life, good times with good friends. Some that are still with us, some that are so very sadly gone. I can't help thinking if the youth of today are still clambering to the top of that old girl and making memories that will last a life time. I hope so.

Friday, 8 April 2011

This blogging malarkey

Its a funny old thing this blogging malarkey, I mean who's really interested? Who really and honestly gives a shit? The truth is I don't know and to be honest I can't really go down the road of caring that much.

The thing is, I've worked out that if I preoccupy myself with what people think about the stuff I write, the stuff I write turns out to be mostly shit. I fall into that trying just a bit to hard bracket.

So I blog. That's what I do here, just blog. It's not supposed to be an intellectual exercise, in no way do I try to expose the secrets of the universe or for that matter the perfect boiled egg. All I do is blog, mostly talking shit and once in a while giving a tiny glimpse to the word that spins round my mind. It's not clever it's just a bunch of stuff, just stuff.

Monday, 4 April 2011

How to listen to God

The link below contains an essay written in the late 1930's by John E. Batterson
(A personal friend of Dr. Bob's — co-founder of A.A.) For those interested its worth a look.
http://www.gentle-stress-relief.com/support-files/how-to-listen-to-god.pdf

Sunday, 3 April 2011

I'm due to go back tomorrow morning

Well that's it, after just over a week off work I'm due to go back tomorrow morning. This would at one time have filled me with such misery that the very idea would have upset me some what. Yet strangely I'm not that bothered, in fact I'm even very slightly looking forward to it. Odd eh? I guess it comes from quite liking what I do for a living, at least most of the time anyway. 

So it would seen that my days of skulking and loafing may well be over. This I need to say may well be a sad turning point. In my day I was a skulker that could have well completed in the skulking Olympics, if indeed any such thing had existed. 

Seems I cant even be a flea bitten tramp any more, though I've got to admit this is something I don't miss at all.