In a battle to become immortal ,
I have offered my blog (of my daily diary) to the British Library for
posterity, I would prefer to offer them the hardback edition with the all its
medieval illuminated lettering and the like, but as I am still working on
volume three (that’s year three) of what is a long term project the producers
of the hardback edition with all its
medieval illuminated lettering, a group of free lance Franciscan Monks living
on an isolated rock in the local lake told me to go away. When I say they said
go away they shouted stuff in Latin and threw seagulls at me. However I mentioned that the very nice Steven
Spielberg is a regular visitor to my diary, (well OK I regularly mention him
from time to time in my diary) and this did make them reconsider things and
they have implied that as long as they get to do a song and dance routine in
the musical and, can have Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers autographs then they
will do a quick write up, I say quick it appears it may take up to fifteen
years and I have to supply my own gold leaf.
So in the
meantime I have been left with leaving the blog to the nation as a record of
life as it is here in the wild (OK not very wild) hills on the borders of
England and Wales, a place full of dragons and monsters and Zombies and Strange
old men in flat caps who drive in mysterious ways on the open highway in old
4X4’s once owned by Franciscan Monks back in the Bronze age.
I am very
optimistic that they will be keen to lock my diary away in the darkest vault
for ever so that it will be safe from the ravishes of being read (Hang on that
sounds wrong).
It appears dad
is also keen to create something that will last for posterity so he is working
on Igor a Steam powered, electro-mechanical person that will be controlled by a
suitable human brain and triple A batteries.
All he needs is the correct sized brain, which apparently is exactly the
same size as my own one, that’s a bit of a coincidence. . . . . . AH DAMN.
Oooooooooooooooo
yes I saved a bunny from under one of the sofa’s this morning that Sotty the
cat was considering having for breakfast.
Great post after a day of ups and downs. The British Library has my two books doe that make me immortal?
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Books or art are a good way to remain immortal, although not necessarily a way to become or remain well known.
DeleteIt appears that my picture due to news events may not have be appropriate so I very sorry, I have tweaked it a bit. But I had not seen a news until a short time ago. Why is it that people do really terrible things in the name of religion when it is plainly clear that any act of violence can not be justified by any religion. The fools today who killed a man with knifes are not religious they are just violent fools.
ReplyDeleteI think they claimed that they were making a political statement about the plight of their country, because of the death and destruction wars have caused. Apparently, killing an ex soldier, whilst surrounded by people, was the best way to do that.
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Whilst I don't agree with wars in general, killing someone as a supposed "protest" is a just as violent and horrendous thing.
I did get very angry by the shear stupidity of it as a protest. One point many of the fundamentalists never address is why so many of their own countrymen and from their own religion kill each other. There are many places in the world where Muslims kill Muslims or Christians kill Christians. Religion is not at fault but people use it for their own aims.
DeleteOkay, trying to shake off the image of you being pelted with Seagulls.
ReplyDeleteSoon Rob Z, Soon that nice Mr Spielberg will come across this blog, I can feel it in my waters...though that could also be the gin. :)
Agreed on the violent fools. What they did, was not in the name of religion but the act of two mentally unstable individuals. Sickening.
Yes that nice Steven Spielberg is a right one for going off on tangents distracted by horses and the like and possibly gin.
DeleteI think there is an ancient saying (probably in Lreek-Gatin) about a seagull being thrown by hand in equiver-ant to two being launched by catapult.
ReplyDeleteI think your drawings are starting to take on a Van Goghishness (I mean that in a good way.)(( I was goghing to speLL good as 'gogh-d' but then decided against it.)
DeleteThe pics are now turning from Van Goghishness to Van Godishness in a sort of micro way.
Delete(Second comment because I wanted to actually comment on your post and it seemed to be too different a topic to put together really x.x)
ReplyDeleteHandy that you rescued the rabbit, since it seems to be saving you from those seagulls being thrown!
I love seagulls but the cat loves little cute rabbits so rescue was of the essence (so to speak, the English language is all a bit odd)
DeleteThanks for coming back to comment twice
I will be back to respond to comments tomorrow; time and energy are running out today (tonight).
ReplyDeleteSorry about this but it is time to sleep and get my brain back working.
Phew back in control again . . . . .
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