A Blog. This post may contain stories.

Hello and welcome. Welcome to my world of words and witterings, where I can head to when I have things to say that I can't or have no wish to say in public.


Before we begin in proper, let me make this clear, this is a place for thoughts and complaints, not for grammar. I can and will make many, many mistakes along the way. Spellings, .. I'll try, but commas may well come few and far between. When I'm typing I tend to get carried away and forget to speak like a full grown adult, and zip back to being a happy six year old, metaphorically scribbling away.

On that note, when I was about nine or ten, I wrote an awesome story. It was about a lighthouse keeper who used to have his lunch sent up to him everyday by his wife via some sort of pulley system. This poor fella's problem was, every day, as his lunchbox travelled along the rope in the sky, slowly but surely, seagulls used o open the lid and steal his sandwiches. The fiends!
So our hero tried many ingenious ways to keep the seagulls out, but none of them worked. The gulls ripped of his stickytape and clips. Glue worked, but the lighthouse keeper couldn't get to his sandwiches either and had to buy a new lunchbox. Anyhow, this went on for many days, until eventually his wife decided to move into the lighthouse with him and everyone lived happily ever after and they gave the seagulls the crusts or some shit. Whatever, I ran out of time in class or something methinks, and stories at that age have to have a happy ending for everybody.

A point to read from this is, the young mind works in really mysterious ways. At that age, I genuinely thought that the best way to get food to a lighthouse was with a pulley system in the air. Really. I don't know where I got that from, and I wish I still had that concentration now. I really do.

I also wrote a longer story about a sweet bloodhound called Fred who went to the pet shop, and one about a ladybird with no friends, but I'm not sure where they've gone, and I can barely the basic plotlines from them.

And that concludes the welcome portion of my blog. There's your short insight into me, and who I am .. or was as a youngster at any rate. I hope you've enjoyed. Or at least existed ... potential readers. On that note, if something has potential to be there, then it's real right? I'm gonna go with that one. Thankyou science!

Come back from time to time for stories, rants, and any other stuff I can think of. Please leave any comments you may have, or even just a hey. It'd mean a lot to me!