Republishing Blog

I am republishing my blog from 23rd April. Text Below!!!

What if someone thought of a way to harness all the gas that is released through farts? Wouldn't that be a wonderful source of "alternative" energy?I thought of this when 3 engineers were sitting in front of me after a heavy meal and discussing E= mc2 and my lowly accounting degree and the urgent need to pass gas brought forth only this brainwave of creating something that the engineers chew on for some time. Please spend a minute here to bring yourself up to date on some gaseous knowledge

Today 22nd June Scott Adams - Dilbert published this joke. I want to check with him, when he actually drew the strip?

What was that about great minds?? Or what was that about an idle mind ???

I forgot...

...what I was thinking about. I've had a couple of flashes over the weekend of writing things which I thought were, witty, amusing, thought provoking etc. But now I've forgotten what they were. If that thought does ever pass me by again and I am not on a crowded freeway with rain pelting down on both sides and me trying to banish the thought of a full bladder for the remainder of the 1 hr journey time, then you shall find it published here on this blog.

BTW. I am thinking of making a list of recording artists/bands which I will never get to see in my life and what a great shame that is!!

1) Nirvana
2) Queen with Freddie Mercury
3) Pink Floyd (And no, I don't want any of you assholes who've seen them at Live Aid to leave me a sorry comment)

If I think of more, I'll post...write now I am going back to banishing thoughts of a full bladder!!!

Pain...

However much medical sciences may evolve, I don't believe anything else feels better on muscle pain or bruises than a huge dollop of that mega blackening IODEX.

And no GSK did not pay me for this blog!!

I miss....

....the days when I was small kid and could cry my eyes out, when my team lost a game of cricket!!! I am amazed that I can't do it anymore, because I feel the same amount of pain, remorse, agony, anger, frustration, pain at losing a game.

I wanna say thanks to that 12 yr old girl who played in an all boys team this morning and tore the pages out of a scorebook and bawled her eyes out, I feel more alive today, I feel more me again.

More power to kids with passion for sport, more power to anyone with a passion great enough..for anything....that they could cry for it....

Black is the new WHITE!!

I woke up a bit late last weekend owing to a "cocktail" of cocktails I had had from the previous nights/early morning festivities. I distinctly remember the cab pull over a block before my address and went on to empty out the contents of my stomach including that brilliant Martini with 3 olives which I had quaffed down at 0430.

I was late on a Saturday morning. Brush my teeth, shower, and breakfast; pack my kit bag to head to the important league game in Holland!!! I wasn't a spectator, I was playing. – "Damn where are my cricket whites??? SHIT!! They're still in the washer from the night before. I need to get them dry ASAP… what do I do?"

- A humongous light bulb went on in my head; it even made that "kling" sound! "Just bung it in the Microwave you dimwit!!"

In go the whites, these are the "quick dry" 100% nylon version whites, 2 mins should do the job. There they go. I turn away to go brush my teeth. The strong smell of burnt toast greets me in a bit!! Alarm bells are ringing.. I don't have a toaster!! I don't even have bread!! What the hell is burning? A cursory look in the direction of the kitchen reveals no smoke that could be responsible for the smell, "Must be the neighbour" I say to myself.
Feeling well refreshed after the mint rinse, I return to the kitchen to a debilitating smell of carbon!!! I open the doors and windows to the balcony before I go about looking for the source of the smell. "Oh darn it, just leave everything open and the smell should go away in a bit, lets get that bag packed to head out"

Open the microwave…. Where are my whites?? All I got is a lump of BLACK!! Charcoal BLACK!!! I know that Black is the new white and all that.. but my white cricket pants lay there in one ugly lump of BLACK!!!... I did venture to pick it up and bring it out with very high hopes of being able to salvage a pocket or something out of it. But of course the microwave had had a field day with it. I brought out a really old pair of whites from '98 and decided to look like Michael Jackson in white pants and a HUGE arse and play a game of cricket !!!

I recounted the story to my team mates and one of the lads said, "Were you hungover, 'cause that is exactly the kind of stuff people do, when they wake up hungover!!!" There is no wisdom that can come to you without experience you know!!!

Lesson of the day: Do not believe that you have had a brilliant idea when you're hungover and do not try to dry nylon clothes in a Microwave.

Big city life...

I very strongly believe (yes I am at that (st)age in my life when I can "Strongly Believe")...that one cannot have any poetry in their soul if they've not spent a few years in a big city.

It's time to get lost again!!!! It's time to find the poetry in the soul...