Oh yes. A suitably dour post for a Blue Monday (and being a purist, I like the original)
Before you shout, 'Hey Fi, aren't you breaking your 9th commandment (thou shalt not Bible bash)?' and scarper, hear me out before you sod offski.
Whether you be a God-fearing believer or philosophical atheist, can you really say that the world can only get better?
What have we got...hmmm...
1. Terrorists blowing themselves up at random moments and locations
2. A non existant ozone layer
3. Trigger happy presidents who think they're God
4. A Middle East just spoiling for a fight
5. Diseases generic to animals hopping over to humans for a party
6. Dormant volcanoes threatening to blow up, loudly and destructively...
...I could go on (and I do). However, I think you're getting my point here. It doesn't matter whether you believe all/some/none of Revelations, we ain't gonna last long as a species, not in this life anyway. Frankly, as a believer in Genesis to Revelations, its God's world, He made it, He'll start it all over again.
In Abergele, there's a shoe shop that's got 'Closing Down Sale' emblazoned across the window. Now, nothing unusual there, Fi, you say, shops close down all the time and what's this got to do with the end of the world? The shop has been 'closing down' since before I moved in. In fact, I distinctly remember when we came here on holiday in late Feb that he was closing down then.
It made me think the End of the World is a bit like that. You never know when the last bang will happen. And one day, the guy in Abergele *will* close down, and probably no-one will notice. I think everyone will notice the End of the World. Oh no they won't, they'll be dead or 'elsewhere'.
Me and the SOH started dreaming up all sorts of strange reasons as to why the shoe shop hasn't closed down yet. Of course, we finally settled on the very boring solution (and probably correct), the guy owns the shop and flat above, is retiring or moving on, needs to sell to retire or move on and hasn't sold yet, so is therefore continuing with the shop until it sells.
Of course, there could be a similar reason as to why God hasn't ended the world yet. Perhaps he's waiting for a buyer.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
To everything - turn, turn, turn
I arrived here late Spring and now Summer has given way to Autumn.
When I was in London, I didn't notice the changing of the seasons very much. In Spring, the mornings were less nippy and on the few patches of green grass that I could see on my way to work, daffodils and crocuses were poking through. Summer - well, the trees got greener and my trip to work was warmer, I could stop wearing my coat and make do with a jacket. Autumn was just like Spring.
Here, though, the seasons are a lot more marked. Acres of sky mean that you can see evening by evening as the sun veers round from its Spring cycle round to the summer. In late Spring, the last of the lambs and the first of the calves are born. Crocuses and daffodils give way to the bright colours of summer and breezes blow on the hilltops. The sea gives off a misty haze caused by the heat - not, obviously, like the Meditterranean heat hazes, but a miniature version that is North Wales' own. As we can see the horizon round 200 degrees or thereabouts, the summer days seem to last longer. Seagulls make the most of the pickings around the beach before they will have to do the best they can when the tourists have gone - like, eat real food for once.
Autumn - well, autumn is just really special. Oh yeah, the trees went brown in London and of course they do here too, although there seems to be a great deal more evergreens than where I lived previously. Autumn is when the rams are released into fields of ewes, who will be lambing between January and March. The swifts, swallows and housemartins have gone now, but out of both my sitting room and workplace window, I watched the youngsters practice their flight skills, ready for an epic journey which they may be blissfully unaware that only a few of them will return from. On Saturday, we went to Llandudno and saw the sea at its most beautiful and threatening; the sea bashing up against the rocks, soaking the fishermen and anyone else caught unawares, telling tales of a storm out in the Irish Sea and warning the coast dwellers to beware of their choice of living so close to nature.
If London makes a footprint on the world, North Wales leaves a fingerprint on your mind. Gentle, personal and always unique.
When I was in London, I didn't notice the changing of the seasons very much. In Spring, the mornings were less nippy and on the few patches of green grass that I could see on my way to work, daffodils and crocuses were poking through. Summer - well, the trees got greener and my trip to work was warmer, I could stop wearing my coat and make do with a jacket. Autumn was just like Spring.
Here, though, the seasons are a lot more marked. Acres of sky mean that you can see evening by evening as the sun veers round from its Spring cycle round to the summer. In late Spring, the last of the lambs and the first of the calves are born. Crocuses and daffodils give way to the bright colours of summer and breezes blow on the hilltops. The sea gives off a misty haze caused by the heat - not, obviously, like the Meditterranean heat hazes, but a miniature version that is North Wales' own. As we can see the horizon round 200 degrees or thereabouts, the summer days seem to last longer. Seagulls make the most of the pickings around the beach before they will have to do the best they can when the tourists have gone - like, eat real food for once.
Autumn - well, autumn is just really special. Oh yeah, the trees went brown in London and of course they do here too, although there seems to be a great deal more evergreens than where I lived previously. Autumn is when the rams are released into fields of ewes, who will be lambing between January and March. The swifts, swallows and housemartins have gone now, but out of both my sitting room and workplace window, I watched the youngsters practice their flight skills, ready for an epic journey which they may be blissfully unaware that only a few of them will return from. On Saturday, we went to Llandudno and saw the sea at its most beautiful and threatening; the sea bashing up against the rocks, soaking the fishermen and anyone else caught unawares, telling tales of a storm out in the Irish Sea and warning the coast dwellers to beware of their choice of living so close to nature.
If London makes a footprint on the world, North Wales leaves a fingerprint on your mind. Gentle, personal and always unique.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
******** spammers
Sorry, as of today, only members of blogspot can post comments and I have the word verification thingy turned on as well.
Sorry that the minority had to spoil it, I prefer a free society myself. If you're a spammer reading this - get a life FGS.
Sorry that the minority had to spoil it, I prefer a free society myself. If you're a spammer reading this - get a life FGS.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Solliq..solliloo..solliloques..oh bugger it..thoughtful moment..
I joined a Webring today - bloggingbrits no less. The most difficult part of filling out the online form was asking me to describe my blog.
What is my blog, apart from the ravings of a mad woman who has made the crazy step of moving from the highlife of London to well north of the Watford gap?
Humour...yes, occasionally, but mostly just ravings, of which I occasionally get feedback (mostly positive) for which I am extremely grateful. It at least makes me suppose that I am not talking to myself, but I'm really good at that, even if I do argue back. In a friendy manner of course.
Actually, my rules are simple:
1. Be myself: There are too many blogs out there where the writers are quite obviously showing off, or making out their life is a soap opera. Lemme tell ya buddy, if you have time to spend an hour in front of a computer talking about your life, *every day* you obviously aren't busy enough.
2. No gimmicks: Hang, on that's a beer advert isn't it? There is absolutely blooming nuffin that would attract my blog to you more than anyone else's.
3. Only blog when I really have something to say: I have a post that is dedicated to just that. I've covered that theory fairly conclusively. I could write utter dingo's kidneys here and you're sitting there thinking "she had time out to write that drivel?"...erm...yeah..but I don't go on about what I had for lunch (in sordid detail) and whose mate is going out with someone else's boy/girlfriend, who you don't know from Adam (or Eve) and unless you turn your blog *into* a soap opera is not exactly going to interest anybody.
4. Keep the post titles interesting: At least then I can be complimented on the title, if not the content. Or slagged off. I don't care.
5. Stay away from foreign politics: Hence "I'll start with my own home thank you". You see, I could have a go at George Bush, but frankly his internal politics have nothing to do with the UK, the UK press generally have a biased opinion about him anyway, and even if they are totally correct as to the content of his character, I ain't a citizen of the US and I think they are best placed to whinge about him.
6. Actually, stay away from most politics: They're all liars and cheats. OK, *mostly* liars and cheats
7. Try and write something humourous every other post at least: I get as depressed as everyone else, no need to make it worse
8. Be myself: Hang on, I've done that one. Still it is an important one, so its better off in here twice, to remind myself, if not you
9. Don't Bible bash: Yeah, I am a Christian, but not a very good one. All the more reason not to.
10. Make the cup of tea STRONG: If it don't remove your stomach lining it ain't worth having.
So, welcome if you're here for the first time.
And as you click away, fare-thee-well and maybe see you another time. Or not. As you please.
What is my blog, apart from the ravings of a mad woman who has made the crazy step of moving from the highlife of London to well north of the Watford gap?
Humour...yes, occasionally, but mostly just ravings, of which I occasionally get feedback (mostly positive) for which I am extremely grateful. It at least makes me suppose that I am not talking to myself, but I'm really good at that, even if I do argue back. In a friendy manner of course.
Actually, my rules are simple:
1. Be myself: There are too many blogs out there where the writers are quite obviously showing off, or making out their life is a soap opera. Lemme tell ya buddy, if you have time to spend an hour in front of a computer talking about your life, *every day* you obviously aren't busy enough.
2. No gimmicks: Hang, on that's a beer advert isn't it? There is absolutely blooming nuffin that would attract my blog to you more than anyone else's.
3. Only blog when I really have something to say: I have a post that is dedicated to just that. I've covered that theory fairly conclusively. I could write utter dingo's kidneys here and you're sitting there thinking "she had time out to write that drivel?"...erm...yeah..but I don't go on about what I had for lunch (in sordid detail) and whose mate is going out with someone else's boy/girlfriend, who you don't know from Adam (or Eve) and unless you turn your blog *into* a soap opera is not exactly going to interest anybody.
4. Keep the post titles interesting: At least then I can be complimented on the title, if not the content. Or slagged off. I don't care.
5. Stay away from foreign politics: Hence "I'll start with my own home thank you". You see, I could have a go at George Bush, but frankly his internal politics have nothing to do with the UK, the UK press generally have a biased opinion about him anyway, and even if they are totally correct as to the content of his character, I ain't a citizen of the US and I think they are best placed to whinge about him.
6. Actually, stay away from most politics: They're all liars and cheats. OK, *mostly* liars and cheats
7. Try and write something humourous every other post at least: I get as depressed as everyone else, no need to make it worse
8. Be myself: Hang on, I've done that one. Still it is an important one, so its better off in here twice, to remind myself, if not you
9. Don't Bible bash: Yeah, I am a Christian, but not a very good one. All the more reason not to.
10. Make the cup of tea STRONG: If it don't remove your stomach lining it ain't worth having.
So, welcome if you're here for the first time.
And as you click away, fare-thee-well and maybe see you another time. Or not. As you please.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
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