Hikers

I don't usually enter competitions... But a well know crisp company is running a holiday prize thing called spell and go. The pack has a unique code on outside of pack that you enter into a web site. If you spell a holiday destination...you win in. As i hate flying ( it makes my arms ache) i am hoping for a UK break. I have one letter. S. I am hoping for Scunthorpe. So my excitment was unbounded as i sat in my favourite cafe and had a bag of crisps. Entered the code hoping for any letter but an S. Message said...this code already been entered!! So i thought of this for a bit...hmm no way the owners of the cafe would enter all the codes on outside of multi packs..to win a hol themselves!!! Have i contacted the crisp company ..bloody right i have...and Gary Lineker.

Nine lives

And now the fight back...after removing three thousand tons of cat poop from my showcase garden..its time to take action..just got to get an outside tap now.

Conscience

Woman arrested over 'hit-and-run' in Chesterfield - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-derbyshire-36405223

So this woman hit this guy...then went home...Brings back memories... But i was lucky...this poor chap wasn't..

Evening all

I have had a cull of trombone play along books. Thirteen of them in fact. They have been on eBay for ages. The average price for each book was about £15....so you can work the maths out. I started at £40 ...they didn't sell. Down to £20...not a sniff. Then put bid from £8....oh yes loads of folk start to watch item...all poised for that last second... Finger hovering over the bid button....3-2-1....and sold ...for £8!!!. The good news ..the buyer lived only a few miles away in a sleepy village called Butterly ( utterly aww couldn't resist). So i arranged to hand deliver. Using Daphne my sat nag, i set off. All was well until half a mile to destination. One island turn left or right. Turn left Daphne shouts in a voice with an american twang.... Trouble is...left turn takes you into police HQ....no matter what i did...i was directed by a bored satellite...into police territory. Massive signs...police vehicles only...i continued.....warning police only past this point ...i continued ....sign....you will be arrested.....driving....sign...danger of being tazered....courage drive.... Sign....the police helicopter is now above you....turns out...at the end of the road was a brand new housing estate...but no signs telling you so.....turns out the trombone player who lived there was a teacher and not a bobby. Turns out he had heard of Graham Woodhouse...but when i introduced myself he said ..who? With petrol money and eBay fees... I should make 50p

Second page test

We made the big time...our poster was in gents toilets!!!

A warm welcome to my new blog page. Because of an embarrassing incident, I have decided to leave the warmth of my Facebook home for the time being. My page is soley for you to comment or ask questions about music,problems and life in general. I will try and keep a diary of my crazy life as it unfolds . I do make a disclaimer though. I write from the heart...and whenever I can, try to bring a smile to peoples faces. If  I happen to post a cartoon or quote and it bears any similarity to people living or dead...then it is a pure coincidence. X

So please drop in and say hello when you can.