tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175475242024-03-23T11:13:20.401-07:00Of Humans and HorsesWinner of the Betty's Utility Room 2006 Loverman Awardtom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-78690370191760676552012-12-12T04:31:00.000-08:002012-12-12T04:31:24.506-08:00The mists that cover the factsI was sitting having supper with a few people the other day and, as it does around here, the conversation turned to horses. I have got a little bit out of the way of those conversations over the last couple of years - truth be told I'm beginning to feel like it's all been said. Anyway, it was quite interesting listening - a couple of people discussing their take on how things should be, you know, how you should ride the horse, and who is good and who is not, usual kind of stuff.<br />
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I know that's all pretty important and that the way I have described the situation there sounds pretty trite, but for me there's something else more important that comes before all that. And this is the unspoken subject concerning the truth of the relationship between man and the horse.<br />
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Something happened at that dinner table that really said it all for me. There, in a nutshell was the evidence of what I think is one of the biggest problems that we give the horse to deal with.<br />
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The guys were talking about this trainer and that trainer, and I just said, 'well, surely from the horse's point of view, it's easier for him if he knows that when you say, <i>Go over there, </i>he just knows that that is what he has to do'. That's all I said.<br />
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The next comment was, 'That sounds really heavy', and then the next person around the table started telling a story about 'really heavy trainers' and how, since the Dorrances it didn't have to be like that.<br />
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So why is all this significant, and so significant that I am moved to write about it. It's because what I said, well, I think it's true. Not only is it better for the horse, it's safer for everyone, and who is there on this planet who wants their horse to be any other way. That's the point of having a horse, so that he can take you where you want to go. But all that didn't even get thought about. The mists came down and suddenly the conversation was all about people that could make horses do things as if by magic, and this special trainer and that special trainer. And all I could think of was the poor horse just wishing someone would take control and be in charge.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-91871157936346752552012-06-27T03:15:00.000-07:002012-06-27T04:10:47.203-07:00Autobiography of a NobodyI know it's not strictly about horses, in fact it's mainly about humans. But it does have some horse stuff in it as well. <br />
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Tomtom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-56605372049080391762011-08-17T13:36:00.000-07:002011-08-17T13:52:14.883-07:00Spud UpdateWell, I've been harvesting, eating and selling the spuds for about six weeks now, and they are pretty good.
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<br />The Charlotte and Pentland javelin earlies were superb, and then I was onto the Pink Firs. They are surely one of the tastiest potatoes there is. I have been selling them at the bottom of the lane for £1.25p for 750 gms with no problem at all. Now they are all gone and I am on to the Desiree, and they have been my first real problem. They have common scab. So after a few dodgy moments wondering what to do I decided to sell them cheap at 50p a kilo as 'blemished'. I have a huge yeild so if they do sell I'll still be on for my target. The thing is they are delicious spuds and fine to eat - they just look a bit crap.
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<br />I have harvested just about half a row of the five rows I planted so far, and taken about £125 in sales. If I keep that rate of sales up I should easily make the £1000 I planned for.
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<br />Next year, unless I see sense, I plan to grow some conservation varieties and do without the Desiree. I think the punters like to try the new and unknown.
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<br />I am also planning to grow a small patch of organic spring wheat, buy a small mill and make my own flour. I watched a great vid on youtube by an old guy who was growing wheat on his allotment. He has even built himself a small threshing machine.
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<br />I stand by my opinion on small scale organic farming. The future of the planet would be healthier and better for all of us if we could somehow turn our attention back to the land and get involved in growing our own food. tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-89044361986212761772011-03-31T08:25:00.000-07:002011-03-31T08:48:46.321-07:00Just for the recordAs life goes by and the time behind me is getting way longer than the time in front of me, I really needed to sit around and not do very much. So that must be why I decided to try and grow a ton of organic spuds on a quarter of acre of land.<br /><br />I've long been annoyed by the scientists and big business telling us that the only way we will feed everyone is by using high tech solutions like GM and intensive factory farming. It's pretty obvious that those so-called solutions are more about making profits for multi-national companies than feeding people. The truth is that the way to feed the world is to farm the land correctly. And 'correctly' means organically, and using sustainable methods. The energy we need to use to make our fields more productive is human energy, and that is what I want to prove.<br /><br />Up to now I have used about ten litres of diesel, and spent £40 on seed. I have rotovated the ground and spread 28 tons of year old well rotted horse manure on it. So far I have done 20 hours work. In about four weeks time I will rotovate the ground again and then, hopefully with the help of Hamish (my horse) and a couple of woofers, I will plant the seed.<br /><br />My plan is to add up the cost of production and sell the spuds at whatever the price comes out at. Yep, that's opposite to the supermarkets, who basically tell you what they are giving you for your crop even if it costs you twice as much to produce it.<br />Put your order in now!tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-79426041586177746072010-11-29T05:10:00.000-08:002010-11-29T05:12:13.895-08:00WelcomeHi<br />Thank you for visiting my blog. I am taking a break right now. Please feel free to read and hopefully enjoy previous posts.<br />Kind Regards<br />Tomtom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-16755587029557303312010-10-16T02:58:00.000-07:002010-10-16T04:03:49.101-07:00So I never did get too be a rock star!My favourite age was seventeen. I remember thinking how I had so many years of adventures ahead of me. By then I had realised there was no way I was going to make it in school, and to be honest, after my first job I realised there was no way I was going to make it at work either. So I looked at the alternatives, and actually I did have a few scary months before I fully accepted that I had no other choice but to follow Timothy Leary's advice - 'Turn on, tune in, and drop out'.<br /><br />And then, almost before I knew it, I had some kids and had to feed them. That didn't go so well for me, moneymaking not being my strongest suit. My first go at family life ended in a messy disaster, but second time around I did better, possibly because my new wife knew how to make a few bob, although I liked to think it was because we loved each other.<br /><br />Then my kids left home. Suddenly I had all this time to do what I wanted to do. I quickly got used to pleasing myself all day long. I acheived a few things too, for what's that's worth. I learnt a few skills and wrote a few books.<br /><br />Then suddenly the next age was upon me. This is where I am now - it's called the 'sit around and relax' phase, or as my wife fondly refers to it, 'the lazy fucking bastard' phase. 'Shall I write another book - nah, fuck that. Shall I work in the garden - nah, fuck that! Shall I ride my horse - nah, fuck that! Ah I know, let's see if there's a western on the telly'.<br /><br />And what's up ahead - well, nothing guaranteed of course, but I reckon it could be something along the lines of more of the same if I'm lucky, or if not, possibly a slow or fast decline back from whence I came.<br /><br />Thanks for my life so far. I have loved the whole concept of it, and sure, I know I got lucky. Really, looking back, even the bad bits were interesting too.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-81581481802447480992010-08-22T02:32:00.000-07:002010-08-22T12:06:29.859-07:00Do you want a ticket in the lottery of life?Just imagine this. A few minutes before you are born, someone comes to you and says, 'Now, just before you take this opportunity to live on earth, I want to explain what it involves, and then my dear friend, it's up to you. You get one ticket only. Weigh it up and decide whether you want to go for it.<br /><br />So here is the deal.<br /><br />You might be born poor, or you might be born rich.<br /><br />You will live from no time at all to maybe 100 years.<br /><br />You will die. You may not know death is coming, or you may be really aware of it.<br /><br />Your body is capable of having very intense experiences. Some of these things are almost overpoweringly enjoyable. Things like falling in love with another person, or the joy you may feel when you see your children do well in life. These things are balanced by the pain caused by the opposites. You may get toothache so bad you can think of nothing else. <br /><br />Some people also say that the human body can enjoy the ultimate experience by transcending the opposites of this world and experiencing the infinite.<br /><br />You may be pretty or ugly. You may be gay or heterosexual. You may be a religeous fanatic. You may be a criminal or a murderer. You may be a really kind good hearted person. You may be a soldier. You may be boring. You may smell. You may be famous or you may be a total nobody. Your body is not guaranteed to be perfect - some bits of it might not work. Also, while you are alive it is possible your body may deteriorate or get damaged at any time. By mistake you may do something that ruins your life. By mistake someone else may do something that ruins your life. By mistake you may ruin someone else's life, or you may do it on purpose. By chance something might happen and your life may get ruined.<br /><br />You may be born into a peaceful area or you may be born into an area of war. Sometimes in some areas of the world there is no rain for long periods of time and people die in their 1000s from hunger - you may be one of these. Or you may be one of the people who who has plenty of food and you just can't stop eating. You may end up being massive.<br /><br />You may have to spend long periods of time doing totally irrelevant things for someone else, to make money for yourself to live on.<br /><br />While you are on earth you may fall in love with other people. They might not necessarily love you. They might though, but they also might die before you do. Sometimes people you love and live with might run off with other people. If you have kids they might die. If you separate from your partner you might lose your kids too.<br /><br />You may got bored with your partner. He/she may get bored with you. You may be locked in to a situation that means you have to accept this.<br /><br />If you live long enough to get older you will become more irrelevant. Your options will dwindle. Bits of your body will hurt and stop working. You may have a family around you, but you may not. You may end up in a home for the elderly, or you may just have to rough it out as best you can.<br /><br />You may be beautiful. You may be rich. You may marry the perfect partner. You may have beautiful children. You may have a beautiful house and a beautiful garden and beautiful cars. At Christmas your family may gather around you and your house might be full of love. Or you may be on your own and no-one even knows about you.<br /><br />So do you get the picture? Have a think about it? Do you want a ticket?<br /><br />'Ok yeah, I'll give it a go'tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-18894955312952993352010-06-14T15:14:00.000-07:002010-06-14T15:28:05.994-07:00Blogger censorship!So yesterday two of my Blogger friends had their blogs censored. MJ, who runs a fairly harmless mild porn style blog had her whole blog shut down, and Leni, whose blog occasionally strays into pretty mild sexual stuff and includes the odd nude pic, was initially shut down and then returned with a warning to visitors that it may cause offense.<br /><br />Since then also, all the comments that MJ and Leni have made on my blog have all disappeared. So what the hell is going on? What gives Blogger the right to remove other peoples work from the internet. Do we need Google to put themselves up as our moral guardians? Was I so involved in the World Cup that I didn't notice we'd been invaded by China?tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-79366848373191336022010-06-12T07:26:00.000-07:002010-06-12T07:44:42.520-07:00The nature of the universeJust what is all this bollocks about progress making life easier. Where is the evidence exactly? I'd say the illusion of life is as strong now as it ever was. Science has so far totally failed to reveal the true nature of human happiness, and as far as I can see it is still pedalling the myth that somehow solving the smaller mysteries of life is somehow working towards solving the Big One.<br /><br />That is so much rubbish. The fact is now, the same as it always was, that human happiness is not related to wealth, education, or power. I've seen loads of people with all or some of those things, who anyone can clearly see are not happy. Not to say that you can't be happy with those things - you obviously can be, but they are not the key.<br /><br />So what is?<br /><br />Is it <br /> a) a good shag<br /> or<br /> b) having half a brain<br /> or<br /> c) total luck<br /> or <br /> d) none of the abovetom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-3773549834738274332010-06-01T04:10:00.000-07:002010-06-01T04:24:46.070-07:00Please don't spoil it!So, in all my years of blogging (four, that is) I've never had a post that no one has commented on. Now I have! And it's a well written, well thought through, bit of writing too - that is of course in my as ever 'humble opinion'. Yes, it's true, I am my biggest fan. <br />I go to quite a few blogs that never get any comments. And I wonder at the humility of these writers who week after week, keep putting up their thoughts about life and so on, and no-one cares. Do they check their counters to see if anyone even reads their stuff? Maybe they are writing sort of diaries for their families to stay in touch, or for themselves to read back later about what happened in their lives. The more I write of this post the more I admire them. They proudly stand alone displaying their right to exist in the blogosphere regardless of anyone else.<br />Hats off to the anonymous bloggers - that's what I say (and I hate Facebook).tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-88091430722258113362010-05-30T04:14:00.000-07:002010-05-30T04:33:21.813-07:00Indefinite FactsI once went to Findhorn. It's a community in north-east Scotland, initially well known to me for growing extraordinarily huge vegetables, reputedly by talking to them. I wanted to check out their gardens but by the time I got there I was told they no longer grew veg, they now grew people. I felt this huge surge of cynicism well up inside of me and it was made all the more apparent by the utter niceness of the Findhorn residents all around me. I realised I was not that nice of a person, at least not compared to them.<br /><br />Now, as I descend even further into my bitter existence I take consolation from knowing that my cynicism is protecting me from the indefinite facts that so many of us base our lives on. <br /><br />Maybe I need to take some rescue remedy - that should make me feel better!tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-24910806343311827192010-05-19T01:48:00.000-07:002010-05-19T02:08:45.357-07:00Definite Facts!As has been said many times - there are only three things that we know for definite. One, we are born; two, we are here now; and three, we won't be here at some point in the future.<br />I love that! Kinda puts it all into perspective for me somehow. All those thoughts that I think all day long. All those responsibilities. My plans, My ego. At some point, unknown to me, everything is going to disappear in a flash. For a while a few people will remember me, but as time goes by my time on this earth will be forgotten.<br />So let's think - what am I up to today? Oh yes, animals to feed, seeds to plant, and oh yes, it's my turn to cook tonight, better think about that too! Ah yes, and I need to phone my daughter - must go down and see her sometime, and while I'm there I need to buy some new fake crocs - they are only £3.50 a pair in Newquay.<br />And in between all that heady excitement I must remember to be thankful for the life within me.<br />Amen!<br />PS Did I ever mention I come from quite a religious family - just don't read this blog if it annoys you (omg, is that why I only have two readers left).tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-33877422086534512702010-05-03T01:00:00.000-07:002010-05-03T01:09:55.880-07:00I know it doesn't matter!I know it doesn't matter but I hope the Tories don't get into power. And I hope Man Utd don't win the Premier league either. I have this deep hatred of both of those outfits. I know it's not good to hate. I never liked the tories and Thatcher confirmed everything I ever thought about them - they don't give a shit. Remember people sleeping on the streets - that was Thatcher - she didn't give a shit!<br /><br />And why do I hate Man Utd - well, I'm a Liverpool supporter and always have been. I'm so glad Chelsea stuffed us yesterday. YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS. Now as long as Wigan don't do anything silly, that will be a result! And then Nick Clegg gets enough seats to stop Cameron, and then I get on my horse and have the perfect ride, and then, and then, and then.......tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-16066685921844555002010-03-31T14:41:00.000-07:002010-03-31T14:44:10.454-07:00Words of wisdom'Walk a mile in another man's moccasins before you criticise him'<br /><br />Except for Tony Blair of course - he's obviously a twat! etc. etc.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-19545511021152036452010-03-16T01:49:00.000-07:002010-03-16T01:56:43.635-07:00Today's sermon from DartmoorSo as global warming kicks in and the resources of the world deplete, the wise amongst us are shoring up our defenses against the marauding masses. Once those supermarket shelves get emptied all those thousands of hungry city folk will be storming into the countryside to fill their empty bellies. It is not going to be pretty!<br /><br />So here is my advice for all of us country folk. Actually, what I'm gonna do is pretend I'm not in.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-74913961873169212052010-02-25T04:51:00.000-08:002010-02-25T05:03:22.529-08:00Know thyselfForgive me, I sometimes get cross about things that probably shouldn't bother me. <br /><br />We live in an age of plenty, and it has led us, as a civilisation, to spend a wee bit too much time gazing up our own arseholes. And here's the thing (yuk, I promised I would never say that, ever). When I come across people who are searching through the debris of the human mind, proclaiming that it is in some way leading them to the Holy Grail, it irks me.<br /><br />When Socrates said, 'Know thyself', I'm damn sure he wasn't talking about spending time mapping out, and trying to find reference points, within the workings of the human mind. I think what he was talking about was getting familiar with that force within us that will go on long after our minds have well and truly disappeared. That is surely our Holy Grail.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-60066121764719025572010-02-17T03:11:00.001-08:002010-02-17T03:31:05.484-08:00ShoutThe winter carries on relentlessly. It's snowing this morning. I've fed the sheep and the cows, but I don't feel inspired to do much else. Just wanted to change my blog post - don't like to leave it too long.<br /><br />I've just finished reading the updated version of <em>Shout</em>. I really enjoyed it. It was pretty obvious that Philip Norman is not a great fan of Paul, and really loved John. It's really interesting to compare Norman's version of 'the facts' of what was going on, with what at the time, I imagined was happening. For example I didn't realise that George treated Patti pretty badly, and 'God' didn't actually nick her off George. They had already broken up before 'God' moved in on her. And did you know that George then went on to have a scene with an apple scruff, and he also shagged Maureen.<br /><br />And when I think back to the euphoric feelings I had about love and peace when <em>Let it Be</em> and Abbey Road was released, and compare that to the hideous chaos that the Beatles were experiencing at that time - yes, I truly was in a dreamworld.<br /><br />The other thing that always amazes me when I read about the lives of famous people, is the amount of random shagging that apparently goes on in some peoples lives. And the way people's partners just seem to go along with it. Call me old fashioned but.....tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-36834001797738169862010-02-05T04:14:00.001-08:002010-02-05T04:30:28.518-08:00In conversation with my eldest son.After discussing the disease resisitant qualities of the Sante potato, we moved on to discuss the eating quality of the pink fur apple.<br /><br /> <strong><em>Me</em></strong> 'So out of these three things which is best?'<br /><br /><strong><em>Him</em></strong> 'Go on'<br /><br /><strong><em>Me</em></strong> 'a) scoring a goal, b) eating a pink fur apple potato, or c) having a shag'<br /><br /><strong><em>Him</em> </strong> 'Well, that is obviously going to depend... are the potatoes roasted or boiled?'tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-21888989291801041412010-02-02T01:09:00.000-08:002010-02-02T01:11:52.995-08:00What a Twat!The Pope has urged Catholic bishops in England and Wales to fight the UK's Equality Bill with "missionary zeal". <br />Pope Benedict XVI said the legislation "violates natural law" and could end the right of the Catholic Church to ban gay people from senior positionstom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-52818544123063999882010-01-19T02:28:00.000-08:002010-01-19T02:42:21.902-08:00Words that caused my downfall'I used to search for happiness<br />And I used to follow pleasure<br />But I found a door behind my mind<br />And that's the greatest treasure'<br /><br />Incredible String Band - 1966<br /><br />What hope a poor stoned hippie, I ask myself! <br /><br />I can't speak highly enough of The Incredible String Band. They were perfect for the time, and now 40 years later it's just as good. Try 'First Girl I Loved'. It's enough to make a grown man cry.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-38500829265372530992010-01-14T08:35:00.000-08:002010-01-14T10:01:43.884-08:00You are one in 100 billionSome estimates of the total number of humans that have lived on the earth come out at around 100 billion. The present population of the earth is 7 billion. We reached our first billion between 1800 and 1850. That has all happened over about 70,000 years. Mind you, some folks say the world is only 6000 years old, and the human race started with Adam and Eve. If that is the case then the estimate of 100 billion is wildly out. A lot of those 100 billion must have lived and died before Adam and Eve even showed up.<br /><br />So just how much shagging has been going on to bring the population to its present day seven billion. Bearing in mind scientists estimate that in 4000 BC the world population was 20 million, and in 1000 AD it was 300 million.<br />Phew, it's all rather confusing for my poor brain. I was trying to work out if you could get from two people to 7 billion in 6000 years. That is a pretty impressive breeding programme. That's 240 generations. If every woman had four kids, that's pretty feasable isn't it? But at what point does the Adam and Eve theory start to accept the population estimates? If the estimate for 1AD is correct at 200 million then that's 160 generations to get from two people to there.<br /><br />I can't work those figures out, but somewhere along the way, in that 6000 years, from those two people we got a whole load of different coloured people too. How and when did that happen? I'm struggling to believe the 6000 year theory.<br /><br />Jeez, I'll be glad when it's 9 o clock, and Celebrity Big Brother is on and then I can stop thinking about all this crap.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-38311049221874184052009-12-30T00:52:00.000-08:002009-12-30T01:08:06.226-08:00The power that keeps us alive, and it's natureJeez, I leave my blog for a few months and all my readers piss off - that's what you call loyalty isn't it! What on earth has happened to the great British Bulldog spirit. Well, unless you want to enjoy erudite discussions on the finer points of existence don't bother coming back, that's what I say.<br /><br />So what is that power that keeps us alive, and what is its nature?<br /><br />Now go to Spotify and put Alvin Lee's name in and listen to how brilliant he is. Play it loud! But remember, without life you wouldn't be able to enjoy it.<br /><br />I'm not going to go away (well I might). For sure you don't have to come here, I probably wouldn't bother if I wasn't me. But then if you stay away you would miss this reminder to listen to 'Goin Home', probably Alvin's most famous contribution to existence.tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-27431780789542848422009-12-20T04:45:00.000-08:002009-12-20T04:53:31.820-08:00Is there a God?If God can't handle swearing, then he's not for me.<br />If God is into religions, then he is not for me.<br />If God sits in judgement, then he is not for me.<br />If God says it's wrong to enjoy the pleasures of this life, then he is not for me.<br />If God makes rules and regulations, then he is not for me.<br /><br />But if, just if, God is that sweet feeling, that when I feel it, it brings to my life the qualities I most enjoy,<br />then I'm up for that!tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-72860549908907885102009-12-17T01:18:00.000-08:002009-12-17T01:23:08.756-08:00Three Xmas cracker jokes!What do Guillimots and British Gas have in common?<br /><br />How do you get a nun pregnant?<br /><br />If the doctor tells you that you have three weeks to live, what's the best thing to do?tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17547524.post-3915190289144692152009-08-08T12:28:00.000-07:002009-08-08T12:49:08.908-07:00'Sixties rock star's face appears on cork tile'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmKOYvcmsYpBPbKcRFRn0e3D4jK9wMIBkAW7YEVgVwSmsskUmGjxZnTUsKXj7kiyI8joHi_fwp1xNODgQVxXFZElpAn4ueIvSy1-n0MGC_u2N72dEX13aV3SlHiNWcVdSLYJ-/s1600-h/cork+tile.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367679475027612738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmKOYvcmsYpBPbKcRFRn0e3D4jK9wMIBkAW7YEVgVwSmsskUmGjxZnTUsKXj7kiyI8joHi_fwp1xNODgQVxXFZElpAn4ueIvSy1-n0MGC_u2N72dEX13aV3SlHiNWcVdSLYJ-/s400/cork+tile.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Today the news was released that Pretty Things lead singer Phil May's face appeared on a cork tile at a remote Devon farmhouse. The local farmer was shocked and stunned by the find on his bathroom floor.</div><div> </div><div>'I've read in the papers about people finding Jesus's face on a piece of toast, and I can't believe it has now happened to me. But I don't think it will change my life - I'll be out there feeding the cows in the morning just like I always am'.</div><div> </div><div>No-one is expected to make the long trip down to Devon to witness the find. Phil May is remembered by his generation as the popstar with the longest hair on TV in the mid 60s.</div><div> </div><div> </div>tom909http://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.com5