Everything about this week’s meat and post is a race.
Well, basically. Continue reading
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Why did the peacock cross the road?
To get himself a tasty Peahen!!
Sometimes in life you need to show off just a little. Letting people know what you’ve got and what it is that makes you someone to interact with or be around.
I know that, I do it quite a bit, much more regularly than many people. Way too much if you ask some, and not nearly enough if you ask others. Continue reading
Mike vs great white shark
This week I decided it was time to conquer one of nature’s true beasts.
And by that I don’t mean the Abominable snowman. Or the Tyrannosaurus Rex. I couldn’t find either of those at the butcher.
No, I mean the Great White Shark….!!!!!
A pseudo drug deal with legs
This has been an interesting week. I ‘announced’ that I am going to write a book, which was and is exciting for me while at the same time somewhat daunting and overwhelming.
I’ve had many questions about it and I kind of struggle to answer them to be honest.
A book, a skate and some memories
Who knows what this week was?
Here are a few answers that are correct:
- The 41st week of 2012
- The 41st consecutive different meat in a row for me
- The week after the week before this one
- The first anniversary of my wonderful mum passing away
- The week I truly realised how annoying looking for a new place can be (or perhaps more accurately how annoying and unreliable rental agents can be)
- The week in which it would appear Lance Armstrong is most definitely guilty
I don’t keep really close tabs on all of you, just some, so I’m sure there were one or two other things of importance. However, for me there was one other pretty colossal event and that was the:
100% commitment from me to write a book!
The Marsupial Times
Last week flew by (not literally) A holiday on Monday meant that absent of conscious awareness, it was Thursday in no time. I was training a client and she asked me about the goose from last week; that dense, stubborn big old bird. When she, seemingly naturally, asked “What are you cooking this week?”
If pigs could fly
I’ve been thinking hard this week. Real hard.
What about? (I intuitively sense you asking even though I write this well before you read it, I think that’s my sixth, no maybe my seventh sense). What’s had my mind ticking over like a clock on fast forward? Puns. Good old puns. I love them, and I use them markedly week to week. I think when writing to entertain you just can’t go past a good play. (Let’s count…). Continue reading
Who the f**k is Alice?
I stood over the sink washing up after devouring this week’s meat. I started to think of what I’ll write about this week, apart from the obvious that is the meat I had just eaten.
Fifty Two 