Friday, 1 January 2016
Volume Six of the Slightly Eccentric Diary of Rob Z Tobor. . . A New Start
Well we start volume six of my diary at the start of a year, which is the first time that has happened. I must add up just how many words I have actually written because in theory volume six will take me very close to original target of one million, and the plan was always to stop and head off and do new things once I reached one million words. Although I lost the plot of the plot if you get my drift many moons ago and my blog is now a bit of a hodgepodge of stuff . . . . . I am pleased to see hodgepodge is still a real word because it is one you don’t see much these days. I am not convinced the English language is as colourful and descriptive as it used to be, no doubt ruined by a combination of political correctness and text talk as well as cute cats on YouTube.
Anyway with it being the start of a whole new year and a whole new volume of my diary, some of you may be wondering if I have any plans. Well there are long and short answers to that only the long answer is very long and will involve me getting sidetracked by zombies, rabbits and a multitude of other things that will end up with me mentioning conspiracy theories. So I think it might be best to give you the short answer to the that question, the one you have probably forgotten about, I know I have.
It was (Question)
Rob this Blog of yours . . .Do you have any plans any ideas about what you wish to write about this year, will it be new exciting and different, lets face it, it has got a bit mmmmmmmm boring and dull
No . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
So there you have it . . . . . I will be writing some Poetry again and drawing pictures and pointing at things like Seagulls with a pointy stick . . . . and I have an interesting conspiracy theory I will tell you all once I think of it.
I hope you all have a great year and that 2016 will be the year when peace breaks out around the world, everyone everywhere will have food and water and everything and everyone is treated with respect.
Now what on earth do I write about tomorrow. . . . . . . .AAAAaaauuuuuuuggghhHHHHHHH