The I.B. Cometh

           I recently went to a party with a few I.B. students...

 Needless to say they are extremely clever and frequently make jokes about dividing an atom and curling up inside with a nice warm cup of nitrous oxide.

              Yeah. Hilarious. I can see you laughing your ass off now...

 I jest of course, they are wonderful people who could probably crack the Da Vinci code in their sleep.
    It was one of the first times in my life where I was the least intelligent person in the room and I felt rather inadequate and so wanted to curl into my own atom...

   So, I think what I am trying to say is: If you are surrounded by the  I.B. students and you are not part of their elite ranks,
                           You're screwed.

Nana Cougar and the young doctor.

Tonight I visited my Nan in hospital.

She was admitted on Wednesday, my niece came home from school to find her splayed on the floor.
                                          The ambulance took it from there.

Naturally I was worried, if she died I would be a shell of who I am. (Plus I'd be out of a job!)

She isn't a great woman by any means of the word. She isn't the most likable person. In fact I don't actually like her!
                                   But she is my Nan, and I love her, unconditionally.

Mum gave me regular updates to how she had deteriorated and was hallucinating about working 'all night long' with a 'hunky' doctor.
Now, my Nan cannot walk. So she can't work. My Nan is also racist, and the doctor black! You get the idea that she is losing the plot yes?

When we arrived on the scene (or the ward for the less dramatic reader) she was perched, bolt upright in her chair, looking healthier, younger and more alive than I have ever seen the 83 year old lady!


It is fair to say she is doing fair.
Even if she wants to sleep with every medical personnel she looks at...

Go on, treat Yourself.

'If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door' - Milton Berle

That's exactly what I intent to do. Even if it takes an eternity. As I write this I wondering what this site should be about. I have come to a conclusion.

I have absolutely no idea.

I look back at the quote and  wonder if it will work. It can't hurt to try I tell myself.
I imagine thins will be a representation of me.

If this blog seems unsure it's doing a pretty bad job already. I am a very opinionated person and rather self-sure. Which is a good thing.
                                                      Isn't it?

However, I will presume that I will post stuff. Stuff about my interests, likes and activities.
I like to read, play video-games, spend time with my friends, think, breathing's usually a good one.

I also think I am the only person who lives in Blackpool that likes it.

If you are reading, please stay with this, I promise to improve!

Feedback welcome.