Internal Screams Of The Non-Bad Kind

Today I was lay on the field, in what little sunshine could break through the clouds, just chilling out with some of my friends. Then all of a sudden, I felt this vibrating in my stomach, which then turned into the sort of sensation you'd expect from a ghost trying fondle your insides through your tummy.

Naturally this surprised me, and I burst out with a scream, look down to find one of my friends with her head on my belly, and she's humming really loudly into it. I would like to deeply thank Maz, for making me look like a crazy person, screaming at the top of my lungs for no apparent reason...

A Days Doodling

Go over to the Doodle page to see some of the drawings I've whacked out today and keep your eyes peeled over the next few days for more...

The Ultimate Word Of The Day!

So the votes are in, the polls have been counted. Winning, with 36% of the votes, was the word.... *drum roll*

MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION!

Wait! Wait!! Hold on a minute... Isn't that two words, I hear you cry? Well... Yes. But they are two damn fine words, so this time round I'm gonna let it slip. But well done to the awesome person who asked for this awesome word (/words) to be the word of the day!

Alternative Name Syndrome

It's spring again, in my books anyway... The sun is out, the birds are chirping and the neighbouring dogs are howling until we threaten to transform them into a korean delicacy.

It's also the time of year for meeting new people too. However, it would seem my name, quite a plain one I admit, is quite hard to remember, so I've been given a variety of identities recently. Just to mention a few, Joe, Damien, Tom, Jack and of course, Billy.

I'm rather enjoying being a different person each day though, it must be said. I feel like I can get away with things I wouldn't normally do, like putting a fez on the top of a strangers car, or giving a random person in the street a mini muffin with a birthday candle. Oh the wonders of being anonymous...

This next week, though, I'll attempt to blog about some of the weird people I've met over the past year or few. If you think I describe you... Well... Just maybe don't talk to me any more? Much obliged.

Feline Antics

Tonight my mother and I were sat on the sofa watching a bit of television, when an advert came on depicting a man shaking cat crunchies and the cat bursting through the wall, just to get one of the kitty noms. My mum, unphased by this, says "Martin (our old cat) would have done that..."

I turn to her in a look of disbelief, the cat of course couldn't have actually done it, it had to be television wizardry. She then continued to tell me about how the Martin, when he was no more than a little kitten, would hide behind the hedge, run up and burst through the hedge, jumping out at whichever poor mutt happened to be walking past.

I never really knew this cat as I was too young to know it, but I thoroughly consent to it being part of my family.

 

 p.s. I don't draw animals, okay? it turns out they're a lot harder than stick-men...