The knocking next door holds so much promise. Its true what they say about the grass on the other side. I presume the neighbours live a wildly exciting life, full of strange practices and productive habits, whose only residue on the outside world is the not-so-faint knocking on my kitchen wall.
Sadly I doubt my visions are truthful. My neighbours aren't cult leaders, or inventors, building flying cars and self cooking eggs. But wouldn't that be super, truely scrumptious Id say. Somebody has to have those guys as neighbours. One day, Id love to live next door to somebody really great. I don't really crave greatness myself, I just really enjoy its presence. People that aren't wired the same as the rest of us are so refreshing to watch, so uplifting to be with. They bring a new lease of life to a barely employed, unqualified and thoroughly bearded bum such as me. It is the minds full of colour and bizarreness of these people, and not my own, which lead me to conjure up strange and wonderful explanations for the unexplained noises in my life. In this case, my neighbours hanging another fucking Ikea print, with a sledge hammer by the sounds of it.
On another path, recently I have been attempting to write a kids story. Why? I'm not entirely sure. I guess its an easy audience to please, one similar to my own mind-set and perhaps the most honest of all critics. Plus I think it would be a pretty "awww" producing gift for my little sister. What I do know however, is that it is proving rather difficult. I can whack out page upon page of this stream of consciousness bullshit all day, but ask me to rhyme the word 'cow' with something that vaguely relates to the story I'm trying to tell, and I'm in dire straights. I am however, greatly looking forward to introducing you all to Dixie The Daredevil Dairy Cow. Shes a cheeky one.

Doodles

An Ovation to Oratory

I watched a show today, about young speakers. It was, what should have been a very shitty program if you had of believed its genre slot. A talent/freak based show weighing the difference between the serious talent and the painfully humorous. We all know the type, X-Factor, Britains Got Talent, Celebrity dancing on polar bears.
Thats how I approached this one anyway. But on this show, a fifteen year old performed a speech about how we should appreciate others in our lifes. Pretty dumb really, quite the cliché. But I then found myself hovering over that thought quite alot longer. What a true message, and one that we are all warned of so often, but that we so easily seem to ignore. With that in mind, I hereby declare my appreciation of the 'others' in my life. I can recommend this move. Cos it doesn't half feel horrible when you don't have the choice to anymore.
So.. the chances are that if you are reading this you are one of four people in the world that know about my blog thang. If this is the case.. your amazing. It makes me smile on a daily basis that I know you.
Glad we got that slushy shit out the way. Ill sleep well tonight! She really was a great speaker though the girl on that TV program. Really sold the idea y'know? Heres to good speeches! They really can tilt your head a little. "When the oratory's rockin' dont come a'knockin'"