Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
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Friday, 16 August 2013

Real Life Robots, Cabbage White Butterflies and the Loss of some Hair

This morning like most morning I caught up with the world by listening to Radio Four and was listening to the Today programme which sort of zips thought the news and other topics of interest. I do not always take it all in, but I did take note at one point this morning when they talked about Robots starting to take human form and doing human things. Well it all seemed very odd as in my diary in the last two days I have discussed Robo-Rob. Anyway they interviewed someone from a company called Engineered Arts Ltd who makes a robot called Robothespian, which appears not to be fitted with a rather powerful laser death ray and to me looks a little benign with no scary eyes or pointy teeth.



It is yet another occasion where my diary has beaten the real world to a story of interest and so I am getting even more like that Nostradamus bloke all the time, well I was until a terrible thing happened at lunchtime. So terrible that many of my powers may have been destroyed in an instant, you see I had to go and have my haircut, something that happens regularly at least three times a year despite my efforts at hiding in boxes and deep holes.

On returning home (with much less hair) I did notice yet again that the garden has filled with Cabbage White Butterflies, loads of them and I was expecting to have another incidence of falling through time but it did not appear to happen. I just hope the loss of some of my hair has not resulted in me becoming less time sensitive and limiting my ability to time travel.

One other small thing as a result of having my hair cut though was that the weather was much better afterwards although possibly I had not seen the weather before as it was obscured by hair. 


And I have not drawn a picture for tonight as I have things to do and must focus my energy on hair growth so I have photographed the Ghost Writer, although he was not happy about it, I think you can tell………..

Thursday, 16 August 2012

The hair cut, the multinational and the electricity feed in tariff.


   Today has been a funny day it started nice enough but sort of ended up really grey and just very autumn like. I have been feeling a bit tired today too; apparently this is due to nano-vampires from the woods (according to the dog).  Although I think it may be due to the fact I had my hair cut today and like that Samson bloke it has rather sucked the strength out of me. It is not something I do very often; having hair cuts as I prefer to be a scruffy bloke and it is much harder to be scruffy with neat hair.



Today was also the day of the solar panel reading ritual where dad gloats as he works out how much the big multinational power company has to pay us. He demanded a goose that lays golden eggs and six magic beans last time, because he said it would just cause the system to overload. He did get his goose that lays golden eggs and six magic beans in the end, but multinationals are not good at wrapping things up so the goose had eaten the beans but was squashed when the postman tried to squeeze him through the letter box.    


As I mentioned yesterday we have a ghost post man posting ghost post but maybe we don’t, maybe we have a ghost posted goose that lays golden eggs that has eaten six magic beans.  You see this is what happens when free enterprise gets involved in matters of magic and high finance, and trying to get multinationals like electricity companies and postal services to take responsibility for a squashed goose who once laid golden eggs is far from easy. Sending dad an old retired battery hen  as compensation did not go down well (nice omelettes though).  Mum is insisting that this time round we have money, apparently not  gold pieces of eight from the Mortzestus as dad has suggested but just regular pounds, and not bones as the dog has suggested.

I might go now and see if I can superglue my hair back on. By the way the letter box is going clatter, clatter clatter again........






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