GAZ@SIMPLYMEGA.COM

So there I am, laptop on my knee, idly checking facebook when I notice a friend request. Now you might think that this is a perfectly normal thing to happen to someone on facebook but when you bear in mind I have a finite number of friends (and I thought I’d got in touch with all the ones that were on facebook) I was surprised.
Clinking on the link I found it was from no less then Robert, a friend of mind from school, that I last saw whilst absolutely off my face in town and can remember drunkly saying hello and staggering off! So I accept the friends request and whilst browsing his profile notice 2 old friends that I’ve not spoken to nor seen in a ice age, so I got in touch.

Now I know the above tale does not really count as out of the ordinary but I feel it just demonstrates how life can throw you a curve ball occasionally. If you’d have said to me at the start of the week that I’d be in touch with someone from waaaaay back, I would have sceptical at best.

Who said life gets boring?!?!?!

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….would it get full of water?

That’s just one question that struck me whilst waiting in my car today, waiting for Su, whilst it chucked it down. As you can tell I was in a highly intelligent frame of mind!?!?!
Why do they call it naval gazing when in fact, most of the time that you are doing said activity, you’re fully clothed and unable to gaze at it?

And whilst we’re on the subject of important questions that need to be asked….
i) Why does our dog prefer Cat biscuits to dog buscuits?
ii) Why is it so hard to find anywhere in Bradford that sells Mead?
iii) Why did drinking horns go out of fashion in favour of cups?
and this is probably the most important one…..
iv) dare I get something peirced? (and no before you ask I’m not talking ears).

Right then I’m off to attempt to sleep with all these important questions hurtling round my head….

Rok on
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