A look back to events three years ago. . . .Things change

Today I have managed to draw a picture but have not had time to write a single word for the blog so to get round this terrible event I have decided to repost the events from my diary from the 16th August 2011. A time when it was not read much and I still lived with the Dream that the very nice Steven Spielberg might turn up. This was before the very nice Steven Spielberg dashed my hopes against the sharp rocks of disappointment and stabbed me with the pointy sticks of failure and obscurity.  . . . . . . It's OK I bounce back everytime much to the annoyance of the very nice Steven Spielberg.

It has been one of those non days yet again this is not good near the end of book one. But it’s what happens in real life, it has moments like that. Quite a lot of moments like that as it happens. One thing I have learnt from the Ghost Writer is that exciting lives are not exciting all the time and some perceived exciting lives are actually somewhat pedestrian. Particularly if you are in fact a pedestrian.

Mercedes has spent the day in the woods leading a protest group against Jims filming. The group which mainly consists of a rag-tag collection of slightly uninteresting mammals are demanding equal rights in the docu-film and say it is unfair that the vast majority of their appearances so far have been as dinner for something a bit bigger; or more interesting.  She has been a little disappointed so far by the lemmings who she said seem to follow anything and who stupidly followed a rock over the edge of the cliff face. Jim said if was great action movie material all the little lemming clutching their protest banners and screaming as they fell into the abyss. Which was entirely the opposite effect of what Mercedes wanted?

 Mum has explained to Mercedes that left wing politics is full of such dilemmas and the idealist principles of left wing philosophy always go wrong for some reason, history is full of such events from the early days of communist Russia and China to the commune society of the sixties etc, to Uncle Franks revolutionary march on the tea shop in 1974 which ended in broken tea pots and Uncle Frank’s picture on the front page of the national newspapers wearing only an old university tie. Uncle Frank still insists on showing it to the nurses at the home

Pirate Pete is collecting together all his belonging for his new epic adventure at sea and we have had a message that a Pirate ship has anchored in the bay by the Spy Glass Inn on the island in the lake in the park in town. if by any chance you are thinking where, what etc, it’s a long story and best if you return to page one of the book again and take notes. To tell the truth I should have done that as I really don’t know what’s going on anymore, which is what the Ghost Writer says when he returns from his grey office. 



Back to now

Sorry half of you are well confused now but three years is a long time stuff happens.

The legendary JURASSIC JIGANTICIUS JOLLISCARYIUS and a Jaguar XJ12 cabriolet Automatic

I have been outside all day and it has been a beautiful day the sun shining and lovely and warm just like June. In fact I have Just got in from a long walk exploring the Woods. Or as we are calling them today, The JungleS that run next to The Fabled Minor Stream of Inconsequence. 

After a great start first thing with a huge bowl of Coco pops and cream in a jug, me and the dog thought we should consult the JULES Verne Pocket Oracle and Prophecy Machine (we have not used that in ages) and it said “you will meet something NEW Today in the Jungle).

So we followed The Fabled Minor Stream of Inconsequence to the Junction with the Pool of JeJune where the JULES Verne Pocket Oracle and Prophecy Machine had predicted we would see the NEW Thing, I even had my camera with me. So we sat and waited then me and the dog Jumped up scaring some Jays and Jackdaws who flew off in a jaunty way jabbering and jeering.  But we had seen the beast the legendary Jurassic Jiganticius Jolliscaryius to give it is Latin name although it was just a juvenile. The locals just call it Jaws. Apparently they were thought to be extinct but they have been seen if Java and Japan and are said to eat Jerboa (rats on an R day) and Japonica and are jolly partial to Jelly babies. The dog said it looked like a Jabberwocky and we estimated its length about the same as an average Jehovah’s Witness or a Jester from the reign of James the second,  or Jack Johnson (?). 

With a bit of Jiggery Pokery I got a photo (not the best photo but I was Jinxed I think), still Job done so you must make your own Judgements, I shall let you be the Jury on the Photo of the legendary Jurassic Jiganticius Jolliscaryius (Jaws)

On the journey back  home to play Jazz on a Jews Harp the dog said he saw a Jaguar But I said we might get lemmings and Porcupines in the Jungles in Britain but not Jaguars so I thought it was a Joke. However as he pointed out it was a metallic green cabriolet XJ12 automatic Jaguar. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . HA HAH HAHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH ah haha hah hah hah hahahah hahahahah hahah ahah. ……..Mum Just said IDIOT  

Ooooo By the way Happy Birthday JANE.

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Sheep Noise Opera and the Daytona 500

Sunday at this time of year is very quiet, well when I say quiet it really depends on where you are as I have noticed one of my friends in the USA is watching the Daytona 500 race today, I think its today because in the UK if you mention the Daytona 500 everyone says WHO ARE THEY. The point is really that it is not quiet there.

Now look I have been distracted by stuff again. Dad likes those big American race cars but they are no good in Britain because they don’t really work very well on all those fiddly twisty roads and even our race tracks are a bit fiddly and twisty. Where as the Daytona 500 is along the straight left along the straight left so it is difficult to get lost but you do have to watch out for the other cars pitching your space in the bends so it can be a bit hairy. Anyway enough of this distraction.

Mercedes had a long lie in this morning she said she needed her beauty sleep; I told her I like to get up nice and early but she said she could tell and I should consider having some beauty sleep too as she thinks I need it. She said that she would like to do one of my film re-enactments’ she suggested The Phantom of the Opera and it was fine until I started to sing Bat Out Of Hell by you know who, then she said we should do Silence of the Lambs as my singing was making her feel sick (COOL I AM GETTING BETTER). Silence of the lambs was OK but Mercedes kept trying to lock me in dads old wood shed, luckily I could escape out of the back as it had a loose plank. And I don’t remember that anyone set fire to the cell in the film either. Then the sheep in the field at the end of the road escaped, that happens a lot at this time of year because all the little lambs climb through the fence and are to stupid to get back; so all the sheep and the rest of the lambs all follow them. We had lots of lambs for the film but they were not very quiet so the day ended a bit like the Daytona 500 race with lots of noise only the noise was sheep and lambs not cars. Mercedes said she likes coming to Wales she is not allowed to do things like set her friends on fire in the Great Metropolis.