We have reached the ever popular A to Z Challenge reflections post
again and as you know each year I like
to take a different approach and write something new. Only this year there is a
problem because I can’t remember what I have written in previous years DAMN. Well
no matter, I do know that those of us who write a reflections post have
successfully negotiated all the letters from A to Z even those tricky ones like
P or F; Phew they can be stubborn like critters hiding in the undergrowth
squeaking and nibbling at the edges of our trusty QWERTY keyboards, cant they.
I did take a slightly different approach to
commenting this year and only commented on blogs in response to a comment on my
own blog and there is no denying this had a profound effect indeed. You see it
meant that except for the trusty regulars who visit me all year round only one
person came and visited on a regular basis, which meant I commented on their
blog on a regular basis. And so this year I would like to thank Tamara Narayan
for her persistence in visiting a blog that is generally shunned and looked
upon with much horror and disdain by many, particularly when I write poetry.
But as I am sure she can tell you herself I do leave some interesting comments
at times.
I do like the A to Z and each year despite the
cries of O NO GO AWAY I sneak back and hide at the back of the queue and try to
do something different, but very much within the underlying principles of the A
to Z. Only in a grumpy and maverick way because that is the sort of annoying
chap I am, and it is why I am often told to stand on the naughty step. Luckily
I always hire a stunt double and they have to stand on the naughty step while I
sit at home drinking tea and plotting my next plan and wondering who I can
annoy in cyberspace. Well I say annoy, but I fear due to my polite and middle
class upbringing, the lack of sex, violence or rude words or swear words rather
than annoy I may just slightly confuse folk.
If you have been confused or annoyed by my Poetic
A to Z then all I have to say is HAH AHAhahah ahah ah ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Finally I would like to say thanks to Mr B for a
grand idea, thanks to all those who work in the background who make it
all work and quietly tell folk to avoid a mad bloke called Rob Z Tobor, and not
forgetting Miss lily who continues to follow this blog even when I write poetry
or alternative Harry Potter stories which Miss JK Rowling shakes her head at
muttering about a deranged mind who cannot type or spell . . . . .
Well that has just about thanked everyone, but
without you all and the continued support of my family and the cats, although the
cats are a bit rubbish in truth, I would never have won this Oscar for the
best. . . . . . . . . HANG ON . . . . . . . DAMN
So see you all next year then . . . . . . Maybe?