Hair today....

OK.... Embarrasment time..
My hair through the decades.
Ihhhhfffffannguu









It's 1986 and A skinny and mulletted Dipper poses on his first car.
A powder blue Ford Fiesta.






Around 1987 I changed the mullett for a perm. A BIG mistake although in those barmy 80's I wasn't aware of what a dick I looked.


















1995 and my hair looks kinda cool here. In reality it kept falling across my face and there are many photos where it looks less than flattering.









10 years later and now in 2005 I have taken the plunge and shaved the lot off. Oh my! How old I look. Mrs Dipper is not keen but she is 4000 miles away in Texas. It will have grown by the time she returns...I hope!

Ooo-aarr!

I have a treat for all the non-British readers of this blog.
Anyone from these Isles will know the greatness of The Wurzels.

The West Country yokels(our rednecks) have been around for years but I would imagine they haven't 'broken' into the American market.


I give you "I've got a brand new combine harvester" by The Wurzels
It includes the classic first line - "I drove my tractor through your haystack last night" or, as they say..."I drove me tragder thru yer 'aystack lass noyte"

Also look out for the last line "..aarr, yer a foine lookin' woman an' I carnt wait t'get me 'ands on yer land"




If you liked that then give this a whirl... I know it sounds familiar at the beginning. Too funny.




Have a great weekend.....Ooo-aaaarr!

HNT # 6

Half Nekkid Thursday # 6

It's me...19seventy something.

Poole or Bournemouth beach.

Skinny, wild haired with farmers tan.

Age...12 or 13.

I have no camera at the moment so a delve into the archives.

I am very busy at work so may not get to comment on everyones pictures, sorry.

Happy HNT.

Swans

A quick observationan as I am soooo busy at work.
Swans... Stay in the water!
There are three swans that have just arrived in this neck of the woods(pun intended). They are so graceful & elegant...whilst on the water. However I saw one paddling in the shallow part of the river and..boy are they clumsy looking.
When they walk they have their huge body waddling along on stick legs and whopping plates (plates of meat, feet)
How can something that is so perfect in one scenario be absolutely awful in another?

I hear all the women thinking how that sounds like their men!

Don't shoot the messenger..

I said I would post what the British think about Americans. I do not hold all these views myself. I love America and Americans.


Disclaimer - These are not the views of myself. They are general stereotypes that I hear from this side of the pond. I have added my opinion on the end in bold.

- Americans are all fat NOT TRUE
- Americans are all Yanks NOT TRUE
- Americans are overly obsessed with their damn flag A BIT TRUE
- Americans wear garish coloured clothing and hideous sweaters TRUE
- Americans are obsessed with race and colour A BIT TRUE
- Americans must have beautiful news anchors in order to watch the news TRUE
- American news concentrates only on America NOT TRUE
- Americans are far too religous TRUE
- Americans are loud NOT TRUE
- Americans all carry guns NOT TRUE
- American military will shoot first and ask who they shot later NOT TRUE
- Americans are obsessed with teeth A BIT TRUE
- Americans excel at sport only they play NOT TRUE
- Americans will sue anyone or anything TRUE
- Americans voted for a moron NO COMMENT
- Americans will do anything to get on TV. NOT TRUE
- Americans are far too uptight on nudity NOT TRUE see HNT
- Americans think that they police the world A BIT TRUE


I know the British are seen as pompous with bad teeth. This is pretty much true but that's our health service and cynicism for you.

Quiz Answers.

Quiz Time Answers

INTRO 1 *difficult*
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody

Dum dim... dum de dumbledum
Dum dim.. dum dum, dum dum
Dum...........dum
der dum der dum-bm-bm-bm-bm-bm-bm-gerdump

lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
derr..derr..der..dum
derr.derr..der.dum

(vocals)

Answer = Guns n Roses - Sweet Child Of Mine


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INTRO 2 *hard*.
Answer = Avril Lavigne - Skater Boy

Answer

INTRO 3 *easy*

Answer = Bryan Adams - Summer of 69

Answer

Well done to Kalani , Kat and Blaze for getting one right

Name the songs..

Quiz Time
Here are 3 intros to great rock songs. Any ideas?

INTRO 1 *difficult*
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody
Lerr de doody doody doody

Dum dim... dum de dumbledum
Dum dim.. dum dum, dum dum
Dum...........dum
der dum der dum-bm-bm-bm-bm-bm-bm-gerdump

lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
lerr der-der-der-der diddle diddle
derr..derr..der..dum
derr.derr..der.dum

(vocals)

INTRO 2 *hard*.

INTRO 3 *easy*

Answers 1, 2 and 3 in the comments please.

Only answer number 1 if you can't play clips at work.

I will reveal the answers HERE on Monday.
Come back and have a sing along with them.

HNT # 5

Half Nekkid Thursday # 5
or Where's my hair gone?

This is a picture of my 'spam', as we call it over here. My forehead.

It shows you the scar that I got when I was about 6 years old. I was at a birthday party and when my mum arrived to pick me up I was so excited that I ran out to meet here. I tripped on a kerbstone and whammo!

There was 'claret' everywhere. I had been told to wait in the doorway.My mum takes great delight in telling me I was not doing what I was told.

My hair used to cover it but I am 'thinning' a bit now and look forward to my Autumn years bald as a babboons arse. Ho hum.

I have another head wound on my eyebrow from being hit by a golf club. That's another story for another day.

Here's one I made earlier..

The video below is my beautiful daughter, Hannah. She is so cute and she makes my heart go all fuzzy. She was about 5 years old here. She is now 8 and one day she will grow up and no stinky boy will ever be good enough for her. D'you hear that stinky boys.
..click picture to watch

I love here soooooo much.

BTW folks, check out my 'choon' feature... Just there on the right sidebar...that's it.
I'll be changing it every now and then as with the 'vidjo' too.
I just thought I'd share some Dipper favs with y'all. ..Stay Hard

I Need to Dance

I am sooo excited. Thanks to Osbasso's discovery of CastPost.com I am able to post music tracks that I created.
That's right I made it with my own Big Dipper hands using Ejay software.

For over a year now I have been sitting on them without an outlet to broadcast them.


You lucky people get to hear it first.


Taken from a totally fictitious debut album - "I Need to Dance", the first single "Baila".









Be brutally honest because I have more and I am not afraid to inflict them on you, if you want.


Baila by Dipper



To download it then Right Click and choose "Save Target As.." HERE

Rock n Roll aint Noise Pollution..

I started to list gigs I have been to and found there weren't as many as I thought. It is a list I'm proud of though.
Here it is, in no particular order except the first three which are the first three I ever went to:

Kiss - 1984 Wembley Arena supported by Bon Jovi. Jovi’s first visit to the UK
Iron Maiden - 1984 Hammersmith Odeon, Wembley Stadium three times
Toyah - 1984 Margate, Winter Gardens
Ozzy Osbourne - Folkestone Leas Cliff Hall
Ynwnge Malmsteem - Folkstone, Long, looooong guitar solos
Stryper - Hammersmith, God rockers, threw bibles out to the crowd
Georgia Sattellites -
FM (4 or 5) -an 80’s British based band
T’Pau (2) - Hammersmith, what can I say I loved Carol Decker
Magnum - Hammersmith
Judas Priest - Hammersmith
Aerosmith - Wembley Arena
David Lee Roth - Wembley Arena
Status Quo - Brighton and Wembley Arena
AC DC - Wembley Arena, by far the loudest ever gig
Bryan Adams - Cardiff Arena
Tyketto - 2005,Camden Underworld
Bonfire - 2004, Camden Underworld
Mike Tramp (2) - Camden Underworld
Goo Goo Dolls - London Astoria
Toploader - Folkstone Leas Cliff Hall
Def Leppard - Hammersmith
Thunder - London Astoria
Whitesnake - Hammersmith
Tesla - Hammersmith
Heart - Wembley Arena
Bon Jovi - Hammersmith- Nordoff Robins Benefit, Milton Keynes twice, Cardiff Millenium Stadium, Wembley Stadium twice, Wembly Arena twice, Shepherds Bush Empire, Hyde Park.

Very Rock orientated, I used to have shoulder length hair. I'll post a picture some time.

Idio-whataty-what?

For Heather who tagged me for "Name 5 personal idiosyncrasies"

I had a hard time thinking of any. The best I came up with were:

1. Read the last word in a book before starting it....It gives me something to aim for.

2. I hate being late for anything. I will always arrive extra early just to make sure I am there.

3. I don't 'do' horror films. It enables me to go into darkened cellars without thinking the worst.

4. I sneeze and cannot control myself from saying 'Jeeezus' straight afterwards. A form of Torretts sneezing.

5. I have a lucky cent I found on the floor when I proposed to my Sooz. I hold onto it when her plane is landing to keep her safe. I also try to get on top of the car park at Gatwick to watch the plane land.

Not sure if they all count as idiosyncrasies but it's all I could come up with.

It's the football(soccer) season again tomorrow. YAY! It's the last time I am going to give the s-word as a definition to football. It's a game played with feet and a ball, hence football, get over it America. :) Nobody..yes that is NObody, calls it soccer over here. There is a Sky TV progamme called 'Soccer AM' but that is just the title. They never, ever call it soccer.

Soccer, the word, derives from 'Association Football' as opposed to 'Rugby Football'. They both got the abbreviation 'soccer' and 'rugger', respectively.
Since Rugby Football became just Rugby then Football took the name for itself. After all, it had the name first. Rugby was started when some public school oik picked up the football and ran with it. He invented a whole game from cheating.

I will continue to call it Football, without the (soccer) definiton, in this blog. If I am referring to 'egg throwing' then I will call it American Football.

Anyway..football is back tomorrow but my beloved West Ham Utd will not be playing until next weekend because....... We are in the Premier League again!!! BIG YAY!! Premier League starts next week.
America, you don't get promotion and relegation in your leagues. Imagine though if the 49'ers or Cowboys were de-moted to a college division and had to fight to get back into the NFL. That is the joy I have. West Ham are back in the big time.

The only problem is that we will struggle this season and could be heading straight back to the wilderness we came from... But for now we are all equal and we are not even bottom in alphabetical order. Lowly Wigan came up with us, lets hope they continue to stay below us where they belong.

HNT # 4

Half Nekkid Thursday # 4

Hello Nekkid people.
This is a landscape veiw of my hairy belly..... I apologise.


Have good and get give.

They're watching me...

How To Shower Like A Woman:
-Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.
-Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.
-If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
-Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to do more sit-ups, leg-lifts, etc.
-Get in the shower.
-Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.
-Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.
-Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
-Condition your hair with grapefruit mint enhanced conditioner.
-Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.
-Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.
-Rinse conditioner off hair.
-Shave armpits and legs.
-Turn off shower.
-Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
-Spray mold spots with Tilex.
-Get out of shower
-Dry with towel the size of a small country.
-Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
-Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
-If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

How To Shower Like A Man:
-Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.
-Walk naked to the bathroom.
-If you see wife along the way, shake penis at her making the 'woo-hoo' sound.
-Look at your manly physique in the mirror.
-Admire the size of your penis and scratch your ass.
-Get in the shower
-Wash your face.
-Wash your armpits
-Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.
-Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
-Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
-Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.
-Wash your hair.
-Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
-Pee.
-Rinse off and get out of shower.
-Partially dry off.
-Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.
-Admire penis size in mirror again.
-Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on, return to bedroom with towel around waist.
-If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake penis at her and make the "woo-hoo" sound again.
-Throw wet towel on bed.

Someone has a spy camera in my house.... bastards!

We'll meet again...

My father died when I was 4 years old, consequently I never knew him because my 4 year old memory is a bit foggy. This has caused me anguish in my adult life, especially since I have become a father myself.

A wonderful thing happened at the weekend. I saw my mum and she showed me a newsletter she had recieved from her bank. There was an article about banking during the war*yawn*. In this article there was a picture of servicemen in a Durban bank.
There standing in the middle, looking straight at the camera was my dad.

My sister did some research and found the picture was in a book called 'A bank in battle dress'. Published in 1948, there was my dad sitting on the page without our family ever knowing.

If it wasn't for a bank newsletter posted 57 years later to my mum then the picture would have sat archived in a little read book forever unknown by myself.

I love old photographs anyway. A snapshot of time, frozen and preserved. Immediately after the shutter clicked my father would have carried on his life never knowing that his son would be seeing that glance to the camera in a South African bank nearly 60 years later.

He was 47 when he died, 24 when the picture was taken. I hope his life, from then until his early death, was full of great experiances.. including my birth of course.


I wonder how many photographs of me, you or other relatives there are in crowd scenes published in books somewhere.
In old 19th centuary photos there could be one of your ancestors staring at the camera and you may never know they are related to you.

D'ya get me?

As in the U.S. , Britain has dialects from different regions. The accent around these parts is a 'bastardised' version of cockney.
It's not quite a London accent but we nearly sound like 'My Fair Lady'.

When I speak to my Texan friends I have to speak very slowly and with a posher voice. They still don't seem to understand but politely nod in the right places.

It's no wonder they struggle because an article I saw the other day summed up the problem of our 'orrible voices.
In Kent's Bluewater Shopping Centre(mall), not 30 miles from here, a researcher took a piece of lingerie to the cash desk and said to the worker the exact words "Alma Chisett". The assistant replied without hesitation "furty free pand".

OK, translation : "Alma Chisett" is, to our ears - 'how much is it?'....... "furty free pand" is 'thirty three pounds'.

Aunt ya glad I type in me blog sa ya cun undastaand me?

Wee Wie

News from England -

A plumber caught on camera relieving himself in a customer's loft has been fined and ordered to do 150 hours community service.
Roy Williams, 46, from East Grinstead, Sussex, was captured by hidden cameras urinating into a vase and pouring it into the water tank at a Surrey house.


It has been suggested that Mr Williams deserves some praise from the female world..... He managed to urinate into a vase when most men can't even hit a toilet bowl!!

Michelle Wie is a young, female golf prodigy that is threatening to compete with male players in the big golf tournaments of the world.

When I was in St Andrews recently, watching the British Open, I saw that Young Tom Morris won the Open in 1868 at the age of 17. In fact he competed in an Open when he was 14.

I commented that this would not happen again because no-one that young would be allowed to play. How wrong am I? Michelle Wie is 15 years old and they talking about her playing in Major male tournaments. Not only could a 15 year old play in a Major but it could be a girl! Mon Dieu!

Good luck to her and lets hope she can survive the hype.

A tornado hit Birmingham yesterday. We don't do tornadoes in England. As some Americans know a tornado is no laughing matter. Why then have all the press, including the BBC, been joking about "some bad weather..heehee" and "a mini tornado hit Birmingham" said in a dismissing voice.

There are thousands of people homeless, at least 12 people injured and a school was hit but luckily the children are on holiday.



If this had been a bomb that destroyed so many houses the smarmy, sniggering news anchormen wouldn't be so f-ing smug. Whilst it is unusual to see a tornado, the news reporters shouldn't treat it like a novelty. Tossers

HNT # 3

Half Nekkid Thursday # 3

Derr nerr.....derr nerr......der, der, der, der, der, der, der, der diddle derr...

Safe to go in the water...my arse!

This was taken underwater in Lake Senaca, New York State. It was fantastically warm and the water was very clear. Shark free as well, yay!

Iowa Jima?

I found a great picture here.
The Thing of the moment by Jeff Kirlin.

It made me smile because the famous Iowa Jima picture sprang to mind.

Compare :











2005













1941

Meesees

After yesterdays 'heavy' topic I thought I'd lighten the mood by asking the question - If the thing under your right(maybe left) hand is a mouse then what is the plural of that instrument?

Obviously a furry mouse and another furry mouse are mice. A computer mouse and another one have to be 'mouses'. To call them 'mice' just seems wrong. "I'm going to order some mice from Amazon" or "I'm going to order some mouses from Amazon"? You decide.... or not.......maybe you have a life that gets in the way of thinking about it.

Update : for help in your answer I have Google searched for mice and Google searched for mouses.

Everyone's at it so I got myself as a South Park character.
You can get one here. The only problem is you cannot save the picture so you have to take a screen shot and crop it. I downloaded a trial screenshot program after googling for one. I bet there is an easier way though.

Forbidden Subject

Disclaimer: I have absolutely no intention of upsetting or offending anyone. I just want to spout off. I respect everyones beliefs. I would never force my beliefs on anyone. I have just put them here in print for your assessment. I'm still not decided whether I believe in a God..go figure. I apologise if you are offended.


OK, Religion.. not a great subject to discuss without getting into a dispute or offending someone.
I was raised as a Catholic. It's a long story but basically my mum was made to promise to bring her children up as Catholics so she could marry my Catholic dad in a Catholic church. She still had to enter in the side door.

As an adult I now look on religion as a silly superstition that was setup to make humans tow-the-line and explain earth mysteries.
I do NOT believe in ghosts and spirits. I haven't seen them or evidence of them. I DO believe in the mind power that makes people think they have had paranormal experiences.

Consequently, I find it hard to believe there is an entity that watches and judges us. The Universe is such a mystery but, why do we have to find the answer in an almighty? In ancient times the people explained the sun and seasons with gods. We now know that the Earth revolves around the sun and the sun is a star made up of gases. If Egyptians dared to question the existence of Ra - the sun god then I am sure they would have been shouted down.

I believe Jesus existed. I know he is a figure of history. He was a freedom fighter and spoke of peace. I also know that humans put him to death because he claimed to be the Son of God. Exactly the same thing would happen today. If, lets say, Jim Carrey claimed he was the Messiah. People would dismiss him, ruin him and ridicule him. A religious nut shoots him and then 2000 years later he is lorded as the Saviour. I know I'm being ridiculous but look at the Elvis phenomena that surrounded his death. How many people claimed he was still alive? Back from the dead? I'm sure the disciples were as desperate, like Elvis fans were, to see their Messiah risen from the dead.

Anyway... that is all about Christianity and I am not just dismissing a belief system that has taken centuries to evolve.
The role that ALL religions play in the wars, conflicts and tortures of the world is a disgrace. The latest terrorist war is really a religious war. It is some fanatic factions of Islam that want to destroy the western world that drives the terrorists. It is not a Muslim v Christian situation but it is a religious ideal opposed to western culture that warps their crazy minds.

'Imagine there's no religion'...to paraphrase Mr Lennon.

The thought of an after-life is the most dangerous thing a human can believe.
This IS the life. This is it buddy... and suicide bombing somebody who doesn't believe in your after-life is just a WASTE. We'd love to think that the innocent victims go to heaven and the bombers to hell. They'd love to think it's the other way around. Something tells me neither is right and all those dead in the bombings are indeed in eternity... it's just an eternity of nothing.

Let's get on with surviving THIS life and making THIS life worth living. Forget about something we have absolutely, 100% no proof of.


footnote: If Jesus did come back to Earth, wouldn't people with a cross around their neck be the last people he would bond with? The Cross being his method of execution.

Shoot to kill

To see the police shoot someone in England is a very rare occurance. Our police do not use guns. Only a few are armed.
To think that a suicide bomber is pushed to the ground and shot 5 times is a little disturbing, yet understandable. You cannot risk the fact he will blow himself up.

Unfortunately for Brazilian, Jean Charles de Menezes (pictured), it is the wrong time to run away from an armed police officer. The country is very jittery at the moment and de Menezes only crime was that he had a large coat on. The police took this as a sign he was carrying explosives.
He ran away when confronted by a plain clothes officer brandishing a gun. I think at these sensitive times I would have run away from a man in London pointing a gun at me.
When they caught him they pushed him to the floor and shot him 5 times in the head. The first shot to the mouth to make sure his spinal cord was severed so he couldn't set off any explosives.

This horrific act has shocked Britain. The police followed him from his house. Watched him get on a bus without stopping him. (Why not fear him blowing up the bus?) They then challenged him before he entered a tube station. He ran because a man who was not dressed as a policeman pointed a gun at him. He made it into a train before the gunmen caught him and executed him.

The police are asking to be armed as in the USA. A spokesman said on Friday that "in this time of terror, I can see no reason why the police are not armed"....... err John Charles de Menzes's family will give you a reason.

We do not have the death penalty here because an innocent person could get killed by mistake. Why do we now have a shoot to kill policy which is equally unsafe to innocents?

Huge erections..

Warning - blurry full nekkidness at end of this post

For several months now they (who is they?) have been putting up huge structures about a mile out to sea where I live.
I say sea, it is the Thames Estuary but it is almost the North Sea.
The erections are for a 'wind-farm' that will produce electicity for someone(!)















If you look hard enough you can see them..
They look bigger in real life.

I am amazed that the locals 'allow' this eyesore to be built. We can't even cycle along the seafront without some old codger having a moan in the local press.
I was very disappointed that the sails they have put on the towers are not the same as the 'windmills' they sell for childrens push-chairs. That would have been much prettier.






Imagine 1,000 of these on one pole.
A whole lightbulb would be powered

It reminds me of something one of my young cousins once said. When asked, in a quiz, what buildings have sails? Instead of Windmills she replied "Woolworths" (Sales). She isn't blonde either!

London was attacked again yesterday. Thankfully there are some people walking around today who may not have survived had the explosions happenend as planned. I feel relief for them and fear for others who may end up being targets.

One thing I have been meaning to say is that although I have little idea what is inside a 'suicide' bombers head, I wish the press would give the 'glorification' of these tossers a rest.
Every day since the first attack on July 7th, the newspapers have carried photos and stories on the 'suicide' bombers past lives. We have seen their birth certificate, family history and holiday snaps.

mar·tyr ( P ) (märtr)n.
One who chooses to suffer death rather than renounce religious principles.
One who makes great sacrifices or suffers much in order to further a belief, cause, or principle.
One who endures great suffering: a martyr to arthritis.
One who makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy.

If another misplaced Muslim is thinking of getting some sort of martyrdom out of their twisted logic then their crazy minds have been fuelled by the constant reference to their 'heroes'.
Why not give negative reporting like commenting on the size of their dicks or inability to get an erection. Ridicule is something to be scared of. A culture that is homophobic and scared of the soles of shoes is easily ridiculed.

Stop glorifying 'suicide' attacks and let the fu*k-wits wonder if their evil actions are worth obscurity. Far too simplistic, I know but that is how I feel.

Do not get me started on the role religion plays in all this carnage. That's for another day.

To end on a lighter note, here is the image you have all been waiting for from HNT.

What's wrong with your eyes? Too much HNT maybe.
Have a great weekend.

HNT # 2

Half Nekkid Thursday # 2
Here's one I prepared earlier. It was taken about 3 years ago.
The full photo has the 'even more' half nekkid me lower down from behind.
I will only post it if you throw money :)

I hhhthangooo

St Andrews 2005

Beautiful

I had a great time in St Andrews. The town is attached to the golf course, physically and culturally. It was absolutely buzzing. The pubs were packed, the weather was fantastic and the golf was exciting up to a point.

Highlights as follows:

* Jack Nicklaus making his farewell appearance. He was greeted and treated like a true champion. Amazing scenes.
* Two minute silence for bomb victims impeccably held and very stirring. There was not a dry eye on the Old Course.
* Seeing Tiger Woods give a lesson to all competitors and wipe the floor with them. Colin Montgomerie, the home favourite, gave a glimmer of hope for the Scots but was mauled by the Tiger in the end.


Close to Jack..

Tiger Woods has an entourage that follows him around. They are unnecessary (in Britain) and provoke feelings that Woods is 'up himself'. Every time I see Tiger interviewed I am very impressed with his humble and sporting attitude but his 'on course' presence does him no favours.
The monkeys that follow Woods around stare into the crowd and call out "no cameras" and "phone cameras away please". It is an insult to think that the golfing public are not aware of the etiquette in the game. We know that to take a picture as he is addressing the ball could put him off. To snap him while he is approaching the green would not hurt anyone.
The only press cameras I saw all week were all following Tiger. Their cameras make a shutter clicking noise. Two of them stood next to me on the 17th and discussed that it was a great shame Woods was not on the road. "What a great picture that would have been". The press are willing him to fail for their copy, the fans want him to do well but wish he would make himself more accessible.
He could learn a lot from Fred Couples. Couples is a fun guy around the course and always seems to be enjoying himself.

Fred Couples...always smiling

I am not a great Tiger Woods fan but admire his talent and realise a living legend when I see one.



















Moody me.... could have smiled.

I'm back

Back safe and well but no time to post at the moment. I will get around to it soon. A great time was had
Well done Tiger Woods, a true champion, if just a little unaccessible.

Closed

My fatalistic streak means I often wonder what happens if a blogger dies. Does a un-posted blog mean the blogger has met a tragic end. Bearing that in mind I thought I'd give forewarning before my blog lies dormant for a week.
I'm off to Scotland to watch the British Open Golf at St Andrews.
Whilst up there I will be playing at Gleneagles. Yes, home of the G8 and presidential cycle crashes. A webcam can be found here. Check it out you may see me duff a drive up the first hole. I tee off on Monday 11th at 5.10 and Weds 13th at 5.20.
I'll be back Tuesday 19th. Take care my fellow bloggers. If after the 20th July I haven't posted I may have met my end in a fiery crash on the M6...or struck by lightning....or hit by Tigers ball and hospitalised.....or...*fatalistic, I told you*.

Aftermath

The country is in shock. The capital is running as well as can be expected. The biggest problem now is the transport disruption. London runs on public transport and the terrorists knew that not only death and destuction would ensue but also chaos.
There is a lot of talk of the London 'blitz' mentality. A resolve that will endure anything put in its way. It would take a lot to break Londoners spirit. A common theme with New Yorkers too, so I have heard.

The USA has nothing to worry about when it comes to being blamed for the situation we are in. No-one, except for the hard-core peace campaigners, will see the US as a catalyst for this.
We know that Bush and Blair are not to blame for planning the perfect time to kill the most people possible. They are not to blame for pressing the trigger to destroy and maim so many lives.
The war in Iraq is questioned by many people here. The repercussions are that we are open for attack. We knew we was open for attack anyway. That is why the government was so concerned about WMD falling into terrorists hands. There may not have been WMD in Iraq but the fear was that there may have been and that they may have fallen into the hands of a group prepared to detonate in London.

We were told for months that it was not a question of If.. they strike but When. The awful destruction that some people and their families now have in their lives is not the fault of our leaders. It is the fault of the Evil that seeks to undermine our way of life. They spout their hatred in this country, freely. They have a freedom to do that. That is the freedom that they seek to destroy. It is a wierd paradox. If we were to silent them then we would be no better than their own oppressive society.
It is a sad day. It is, however, a day we had expected. There will probably be more. Why can't humans get on with each other?

Great Britain

They are cowards.
They target men, women, children, muslim, hindu, Christian.
They do not care what pain they bring. They have no thought for the misery they create.
They will not break us.
We have been through this before.
We have survived bombings in the war. The IRA targeted London many times.
We will not give in to them.
They bring terror as their weapon. We use freedom.
Casualties happen and our heartfelt sorrow to victims. The British people will carry on. Continue to go to work.
Continue to use public transport.
Continue to be free.
They do not fear death, they will lay down their lives for their cause.
They do fear failing to break us.
They fear not being able to change our way of life.
They have a lot to fear.
We will never let them win.
I am proud to be British.
I am proud to live in a Great Britain.

Under Attack

We are under attack in London.
A day after celebrating the award of the Olympics to London there is now carnage on the transport system. There are at least 6 explosions.
People are dying and it is so sad that life is lost because of the evil in this world.
Those people, just yesterday, were planning to take their children to the Olympics in 2012 now they are dead.
I am so angry and sad. Pray for the wounded and dead.

Half Nekkid Thursday

Everyone who searches for POP MY CHERRY and find this page, check out the more recent stuff in my blog.

You may be aware of Half Nekkid Thursday(HNT).
I am a HNT virgin. Here is my submission to pop that cherry.

Oh.. the humanity

I hhthaangyou.

Birthing-day

It's my sons birthday in 4 days time. Luke will be 13. Oh how the time goes. Since becoming a father I have realised many things. One of them is that the birthday is a celebration for the parents as well as the child. It is the 13th anniversary of the day that changed our lives.

It struck me that when I celebrate my birthday, my mum is also remembering the wonder, pain and joy that came into her life that day.
With this in mind I buy mum flowers on my birthday to say thank you and appreciate that she is having happy thoughts of a day that I *obviously* can't remember.
I have bought flowers for the mother of my children on their birthdays because they have been too young to appreciate this sentiment. Although we are no longer married I will still buy them for Luke to give to her but I think he is old enough now to be told how we, his parents, remember his birth with great fondness and it is as much our day as his.
I urge all of you who read this to remember your parents on your birthdays and think what memories they are having while you dig into your cake.

Eau de Toilet

It has always struck me (as a male) that females take a dim view of men who don't wash their hands after doing wee-wee, having a slash, number 2's(or is it 1's?I never know), pointing percy at the porcelin, etc.

As a man, I know that very rarely *make that never* have I urinated all over my hand. I hold, point and shake. There is no splashing or spraying. My hand is never contaminated.
As I also make sure my hose *cough* is very, very clean then, by touching it, there is no danger to health and safety (I bet you say that to all the girls?)
Therefore, I think the correct procedure for men to follow is to wash your hands before you touch the old boy. Who knows what germs are picked up on your hands and transferred to the little guy. Washing your hands before you pee has to be the sensible option.
I think women may be under the impression that the urine flies all over the place un-controllably. I have seen women wee(the internet is a world of information) and there seems little control of the flow. The penis is designed to spin the liquid when it expells it to form a jet.
Maybe it's just the fact that the man has touched his thingy and not washed his hands afterwards that is the problem. My thingy is germ free but for the sake of politeness I will continue to wash my hands after.

Happy 4th of July Americans. Enjoy your independance from the 'mother-country'. You'll be entering puberty soon... then we are all in trouble *smile*

Cute

I once told my mum that God was moving his furniture around when it was thundering. I was about 6 and was young and naive to believe that even if there was a God, he would have furniture.

One of the cutest things I have heard a child say is when they commented on the vapour trails left by aeroplanes in the sky.
"Look! That plane is scratching the sky"
I love the idea of the sky being scratched, it seems so primitive, something our ancient ancestors would say if they were to witness air travel.