Friday 11 January 2013

Mad Axe-Men, chainsaws, trees, Samuel Pepys and Uncle Toms Cabin


There is one thing I have found out about writing an internet based Diary in the mould of Samuel Pepys who as we know also had a Ghost Writer called Tom or Peeping Tom as he was known to his pals. And after several incidents in which he claimed he was only looking for aliens poor old Peeping Tom was locked away in a cabin by his relatives where poor old Uncle Tom wrote his own book complaining he was sold down the river by Samuel Pepys who said he was a rubbish Ghost Writer.

Hang on what was I talking about  . . . . . . . . . . AH yes internet diaries (also available as a large pile of paper in three volumes), yes I was going to say one of the things that can get a little disheartening is when suddenly the masses vanish off in a sort of vanishing way, in the same way indeed as  Pepys’s (peeping) Tom insisted the aliens did when he was looking through the windows of his neighbour as 2.00am, Tom like Mr Jones was also  convinced that the best way you hunt aliens was naked….  Of course back then Aliens from space were a minority interest and all showing any sort of interest were treated as witches and followers of the dark arts.

OK yes sorry again it appears everyone has vanished at a time when I am suffering writers block, I think the dog threw it at me through the window a few days ago and I can’t get rid of it now.



 Anyway today saw the return of the mad Axe-Men with chainsaws who finally removed the last of the big tree that was sort of tangled up in all the power lines a bit. Which has now ruined the vicars budding tourist attraction,  the burning bush or burning tree. When folk asked him about the fact it was a huge tree that was burning rather than a bush he would explain that after two thousand years of only modest pruning most bushes become huge monster trees. It is also not a good move to hug a tree in contact with 11000 volts either as many a pilgrim found out although the tea and cake at the vicarage was always a good seller after to settle them down a bit. As the dogs says Nuns are creatures of Habit AHH HAH Hah ah ahahaha h ahah hah aha haha haha ha hah ahhaha hahaha hah ah ah hah ah ha

Sorry distracted again, we now have a big pile of logs for the fire, although they will need to be cut up and stacked until next year. But it has forced dad into buying a proper chainsaw as recommended by mad Axe-Men with chainsaws, so I now have a new toy to play with; I’m sure I once watched a TV show about magic where a man cut a cat in half with a chainsaw, although the programme was abruptly ended mid-show due to some screaming and blood stains on the camera lens.         

I guess I should tell you all what I did today but I have written enough for a person with writers block, although it was nice and sunny today  but for reasons I don’t understand it is now raining, still it is dark and I cant see it so . . . . . . . Ya Sucks Boo rain…….. 


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9 comments:

  1. I thought it was mainly dry in Boo rain, the country in the Middle Eased. I think it is just cruel on the citizen to have rain in your name for living in a desert. The rain in Spain may faLL mainly in the plain, but the rain in Boo rain faLLs only at the end.

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    1. I don't think there are a lot of Toms in my family, or cabins. Yes, no one named Cabin. There is a Robin.

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    2. I suspect you may not be allowed to shout "Ya Sucks Boo" in Boo rain or it might be the end for you.

      I know no Toms that are not cats, no cabins that are not cabins or no Robins that are not super hero's or small garden birds.....

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    3. I did a google search of Tom Cabin Robin, hoping to find someone or sometwo or somethree by that eXact name, but instead found the term Anti-Tom, a form of literature. I think google elgoog-ed me.

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    4. anti-Tom . . .the equal but opposite of a cat?

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  2. How ironic that I'm posting about my disappearance, at a time when you've written about readers vanishing.

    Fear not Rob Z, Child of cyberspace, you have not been deserted For the last couple of days, your page and a couple of other bloggers as well, as not been loading. Not sure if it's my computer, or Google still persecuting me for mouthing off their product. Whatever it is, like your writer's block, my laptop was going to be thrown out the window. Still having a bit of trouble with the screen becoming stuck, so if vanish, it's not me, it's the laptop.

    Google, how you frustrate me!!

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    1. You are a loyal follower Miss Lily so I know you are out there somewhere in cyberspace. No . . . it is the numbers game you see I was getting between 100 and 150 page views a day and it was slowly creeping up but then overnight it dropped to less than half. Maybe all the spammers have given up and gone elsewhere to annoy other folk.

      I think I only have 5 or 6 regular readers who read what I write which makes me think maybe I am mad writing this and should go and do other things but then on the other hand I am mad.

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    2. Quality not quantity of your readers is what counts.
      5 or 6 regulars is more than most village pubs! ps- can i set up a tab?

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    3. Thanks Mr H and very true as friends of mine that own a village pub will testify too. Ooooooo I finally spotted your post Christmas questionnaire and have answered as best I can. . . sorry about the spelling errors though but well I cant spell

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