Devilish Diva

Halloween is one of my favourite times of the year. You see, it allows me to legitimately dress up in whatever takes my mood, and put on a mask without anyone telling me to “just be myself”.  

On this occasion, if I wake up in the morning and put a note on the door, please do not disturb, my friends and family will think I’m normal. But I won’t be doing that. I love the fact that kids dress up as witches, warlocks, goblins and ghosties, for entertainment purposes only, and come knocking at the door. I can laugh at the fiendish fancy dress and feign horror whilst handing over some, not all, of my chocolate reserves. 

My hidden agenda being that All Hallows Eve is a time to remember those who no longer walk the earth in body, only in spirit. The frivolous frivolities give reason to mock and ridicule the world we live in where fear is often harnessed as a weapon of mass hysteria. 

As for being myself... I do try, and one day this little devil may just end up coming outta the darkness and try on another kinda, not so lairy, fairy frock... 

 

I Love Norman

And laughter is a sure fire way to me heart!

On Offer

Earlier this week, whilst coming home quite late, I was greeted at the foot of me perch by a neighbour. Not one I know too well as he lives a few branches below mine. 

Anyhow, I was carrying a huge bag of apples that a friend had picked from her garden and was pondering what I could do with them all, other than just eat them raw. 

So, when this neighbour smiles and asks if I like crepes, I was caught offline. Once the language barrier had subsided, and crabs were confirmed, I had to declare that I had no idea how to cook freshly caught crustaceans. Being the friendly soul I am, I lifted me bag of apples and said...

 

I don't think I've ever flown so fast up to me perch, before, and still having palpitations on me social gaff!

Friendly Blogger Award

Me a friendly blogger, huh… Well guess it must be true if me friend Patsy says so, cos she’s a hard scribing busy blagger, herself.

So what makes me a friendly blogger, I wonder?

Well, the way I tackle this creative sphere is: write what I like, when I like, how I like, and bugger the braggers who don’t give a damn about my kinda creativity. You see, I may still be undergoing development on the technical side a writing, but I have a pretty unique voice, albeit cloudier than a fog horn at times, and I got ideas that make even me eyeballs pop. You see when it comes to the t'art a writing, or anything creative, the opinion of others is just that… an opinion! If I wrote what and how others expected, or wanted, I’d just be another clone living in a straight jacket world of feeding from the screen, or someone else’s manual, instead of finding amusement in the life we live.

Anyone who takes the time to read me ramblings must be a friendly blogger, of sorts, but in all seriousness, I’m forwarding this award on to those that inspire and care about the real world we live in: Petra, Geves, April

                                                         

For the devil in me… here’s a mention for that bandy legged wanna be hero, too!

And with that swaggering thought… I’m gonna pop off, now, to see if I can find summit to laugh at, away from me perch and the two finger touch down approach to hammering words out with a scream. 

 

One Man's Island

Here we are in October and with a late burst of scorching sun, I took meself off to one of Dorset's finest beaches on Saturday.

Yup… This picture was taken on Saturday 1^st October 2011 near Durdle Door.

Didn’t quite make it over to the island, when I took me dip, but sitting on the beach set me a pondering as to what that teeny, weeny bloke, sat over there all on his lonesome, was finking. The beach was crowded, by the way, so he probably wouldn’t have noticed little ol’ me languishing on the pebble dashed shores.

Somehow, the idea of a desert island can seem romantic, but it’s not where we are, what we’re doing, or where we’re going that matters, it’s who we’re with. So… with that thought in mind, and now there’s no life guards stationed on the beaches, me finks I better start looking for “company” for me ongoing pursuits!