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Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Kreative Blogger Award
Bill Kirton, crime writer extraordinaire, man of excellent taste and all round good guy (is that obsequious enough, Bill?) has nominated May Contain Nuts for a Kreative Blogger Award.
This is an award which comes with strings. These strings follow....
1. Thank the person who nominated you.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting – or that they don't know.
5. Nominate 7 Kreative Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.
A couple of things occur to me...this is a blogging version of a chain mail email...and it is designed to generate more of an audience for other bloggers I enjoy.
Cool, I can deal with that.
I am happy to comply with the strings, mainly because I’m terrified that if I don’t my computer will get a virus, my teeth will fall out and I’ll grow even more hair out of my ears.
I’ve already thanked Bill with a fulsomeness that is frankly overdone and almost deserved. The link to his blog is on the right of this posting. No. The other right.
Mmmm. Seven things...seven things...I can hardly think of one thing...seven things
1. I used to do Highland dancing when I was a wee boy. I danced in town halls throughout Ayrshire and even on the back of a lorry that was going through Irvine. I think it was called a float and it was a festival of sorts...I wasn’t going cheap or anything.
2. I can’t stand intolerance of anything or anyone. Life presents enough challenges for us all without automatically despising someone because they hold a different view from mine. Love and peace to all, man.
3. I am a qualified Life Coach. Can’t you tell?
4. I raced at the Meadowbank Stadium in Edinburgh in 1973. Age 11. This was one of the best tracks in Scotland at the time. Spongy. I was running for the Ayrshire Boy Scouts. I was the fastest boy in the area and the stupid bastards entered me in the Egg n’ Spoon race. Which, to compound matters was run on the grass. The waste. This has haunted me every day of my life.
5. I spoke with a pharmacist today who thinks I have blepharatis. This is a chronic condition which involves dry eyes and a swelling of the eyelid. Basically, I look like shit and I will continue to look like shit for the rest of my life.
6. I am the eternal optimist. Aside from point 5, every upcoming event in my life I expect to go well. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. That’s life, innit. But the positive expectation certainly helps. See point 3.
7. I was born at seven minutes past the hour, seven minutes after my sister on the seventh day of the month. If there are any numerologists out there, can you tell me what this means?
So...the blogs I enjoy and would like to nominate... (I know I’m supposed to do the linking thing, where the reader can just click on and get taken through to the blog, but if I had a thing 8 to write about, it would say that I lack a certain technological expertise)...in no particular order
Marley Delarose is a cool lady and read more about her at http://marleydelaroseauthor.blogspot.com/
Sara Bain is another cool lady who frankly needs to blog a little more and I’m hoping this will encourage her - http://lifesanidiom.blogspot.com/
Declan Hughes talks about Irish Crime novels at - http://crimealwayspays.blogspot.com/
Estranjera is a Finn living in South Africa with a hilarious take on life and a wilful ability to procrastinate. Count the number of times she says fokk - http://utterlyunpublishedauthor.blogspot.com/
Rachelle Gardiner is an agent who talks a lot of sense at http://cba-ramblings.blogspot.com/
Nicola Morgan is a crabbit old bat. Her words not mine. More good advice for writers at http://need2bpublished.blogspot.com/
Another excellent source of advice for writers at - http://howpublishingreallyworks.blogspot.com/
I’m now off to leave messages on the blogs of all these good people. Visit them yourself and see whatcha think.
Laters,
M
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Introducing....
The first “Don’t Let the Door Hit you on the Arse on The Way Out Awards" go to....
...whoever ordered the giant dryer at the local swimming pool. It’s a huge red thing you stand in and for £1 it blasts you with hot air after your dip. How lazy is that? How much energy do you need to wield a towel? A supplementary award goes to the chumps waiting in line to use the dryer. Two minutes or more standing shivering wrapped in a towel when said towel could have been put to better use. Stating the obvious here, but by the time they waited they could have been dry already.
...the policeman who fined the local man £50. This poor fella exited a shop after a small purchase. As he walked he pocketed his change (a £10 note) and his receipt. Sadly, the note fell out of his pocket. The policeman spotted this and tapped the shopper on the shoulder. Said shopper was relieved that his money was spotted falling, as being on social benefits he couldn’t afford to lose £10. Once the money was safely tucked into his wallet, the policeman slapped him with the £50 fine. For littering. True.
...whoever came up with the word “unveiled” when a football (soccer) player or manager is newly signed to a team and introduced as such to the world’s media. I always have an image of somebody standing there covered up by a piece of cloth and said cloth being whipped off to huge fanfare. Can you imagine the size of cloth that will be needed by Real Madrid to unveil Christiano Ronaldo? The size of his head? They’re gonna need a marquee. The worrying thing is that we are now entering the silly season when players and managers will be signed to their new teams on a daily basis. All of them will be announced as being “unveiled” by a media that really needs to stop using this fecking word.
...the organisers of the recent Air Sex competition in New York. You’ve heard of Air Guitar and possibly Air Drums? Air Sex is when the sad bastard, sorry competitor acts as if he/ she is having sex with an invisible partner. We are however to be grateful for small mercies as the numpties/sorry competitors keep their clothes on throughout. "Air sex is the only kind of sex I usually have anyway," said Travis Green, 20 a recent fuckwit, sorry competitor. No surprises there then.
...whoever ordered the giant dryer at the local swimming pool. It’s a huge red thing you stand in and for £1 it blasts you with hot air after your dip. How lazy is that? How much energy do you need to wield a towel? A supplementary award goes to the chumps waiting in line to use the dryer. Two minutes or more standing shivering wrapped in a towel when said towel could have been put to better use. Stating the obvious here, but by the time they waited they could have been dry already.
...the policeman who fined the local man £50. This poor fella exited a shop after a small purchase. As he walked he pocketed his change (a £10 note) and his receipt. Sadly, the note fell out of his pocket. The policeman spotted this and tapped the shopper on the shoulder. Said shopper was relieved that his money was spotted falling, as being on social benefits he couldn’t afford to lose £10. Once the money was safely tucked into his wallet, the policeman slapped him with the £50 fine. For littering. True.
...whoever came up with the word “unveiled” when a football (soccer) player or manager is newly signed to a team and introduced as such to the world’s media. I always have an image of somebody standing there covered up by a piece of cloth and said cloth being whipped off to huge fanfare. Can you imagine the size of cloth that will be needed by Real Madrid to unveil Christiano Ronaldo? The size of his head? They’re gonna need a marquee. The worrying thing is that we are now entering the silly season when players and managers will be signed to their new teams on a daily basis. All of them will be announced as being “unveiled” by a media that really needs to stop using this fecking word.
...the organisers of the recent Air Sex competition in New York. You’ve heard of Air Guitar and possibly Air Drums? Air Sex is when the sad bastard, sorry competitor acts as if he/ she is having sex with an invisible partner. We are however to be grateful for small mercies as the numpties/sorry competitors keep their clothes on throughout. "Air sex is the only kind of sex I usually have anyway," said Travis Green, 20 a recent fuckwit, sorry competitor. No surprises there then.
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