A post I wrote some time ago, (nearly 3 years ago, now that I look back,) speculated on what may have happened to a blogger who fades away into oblivion. Did they die? Were they incarcerated for the rest of their life, having killed the POTUS? Are they seriously ill, in hospital? Have they started to live off grid, with no access to modern living, or did they just decide enough was enough?
Well, a notification in my email this morning showed that, at least, Cameron, The World’s Biggest Fridge Magnet, was alive and well, and that makes me very happy indeed!
If you have never read any of Cameron’s story, and you have time to spare, I would recommend that you have a look at his blog in detail. It is a story of desperation, of hope, of determination, of success, of setbacks, of huge effort to change his life for the better, and also to raise money and help others to change their lives for the better.
He’s a handsome guy, with a story to tell. He tells it well. He tells it with conviction. He’s not dead!
Colleen, over at The Chatter Blog, has an amazing ability to draw, and write, so succinctly and powerfully. If you’ve never seen her little masterpieces then it would be well worth a few moments to have a look.
If you want to learn a little Yorkshire dialect, here’s your chance! You never know when it may come in handy. Apart from that there is a very interesting bit of history too.
Entrance to the Boar’s Head public house and country hotel, Ripley, North Yorkshire
You can catch a bus to Ripley, from Leeds Bus station. Number 36. It takes you all across the dales to North Yorkshire and drops you off right outside the Boars Head in Ripley, which was where I was staying for a four-day Yorkshire Break. Ripley is one of those handsome stone built Yorkshire villages set in rolling dales, which round there are steeped in the blood and the history of religious and civil wars. Not too far away was Marston Moor where Oliver Cromwell destroyed the Northern army of Charles the 1st. And at Ripley castle, on the edge of the village, lived the Ingleby’s, heavily related to and implicated with those involved in the 1605 Guy Fawkes gunpowder conspiracy to blow up the Houses of Parliament. There’s some good people round here!
If you have never visited Danny’s site before you are definitely missing out. He has been helping bloggers meet each other for some time now and also helps them reach their true potential. I’ve been there, done that, and his Meet and Greets will definitely benefit you. Mosey on over and have a look.
It’s 4pm and I’m set up at my campsite in an area of Maine called the KI Jo-Mary Multiple Use Forest. This is a large section of private land in northern Maine that allows anyone to camp, hike or hunt (during season) for a small use fee. There are dozens of campsites set up with…
Thank You, Peter of Peter’s Pondering for making me realize that there may be a lot of people in blogland who don’t understand what I mean when I say that! I’ve been leaving a trail of “cool beans” in my wake for years now! 🤣
Penguins fascinate me. Flightless, skilled swimmers, they are an oddity of the animal kingdom. Fish out of water, or rather, birds out of sky. I admire their resilience, adaptability and noble sense of duty in the face of adversity. Out there in nature, survival is not assured for the entire black and white army – it is only for the fittest and luckiest of its soldiers. These guys live in harsh environments and face prey at sea as well as on land. I can’t bring myself to watch wildlife documentaries, it’s too much reality. Ignorance is bliss – as is a leisurely hour observing and appreciating these beautiful creatures at Sea Life Melbourne Aquarium.
I like to wander through Melbourne’s world-class aquarium every year or so. Sea Life is home to an impressive array of marine life, with the King and Gentoo penguins the star attractions. There are beautiful…
Helen seemed to think it would be a difficult choice for people to come up with, but, from what I’ve seen so far, there are some really great songs to listen to. Some I love, some I don’t. Some I’ve heard before, for some it is the first time of hearing. That’s what’s so good about Song Lyric Sunday. You get to hear new songs, and much loved songs. You get to meet new people, and to find out what their tastes in music are. You can see all the entries here, and maybe have a go yourself.
This week I’ve chosen a song by Lily Allen. She is the daughter of the actor Keith Allen(Keith Allen is an interesting character, having been expelled from school at age 13, being incarcerated in Borstal, at age 15, and appearing on Max Bygraves’ chorus line naked!), and was precocious from an early age, leaving school at 15, determined to become famous. She is not averse to swearing and there are a few words in this song that may offend delicate ears.
I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them
And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless ‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Life’s about film stars and less about mothers It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic And that’s what makes my life so fuckin’ fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programmed to function I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Forget about guns and forget ammunition ‘Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Entrance to the Boar’s Head public house and country hotel, Ripley, North Yorkshire 
