Tag Archives: Recreation

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 84. On Government Health Warnings.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

Caution: this blog contains flashing images, scenes of a violent nature, strong language and some sequences during which you might consider popping out and making a cup of tea or coffee.

Moderate reading of this and other posts is recommended: no more than five units a week if you’re a male, three if you’re female, seven if you’ve got more than two legs, none if you’re a fish. If you’re a fictional character, knock yourself out. Dosages exceeding those which have been laid down in stone may result in memory loss, insomnia, acne, manic behaviour and, of course, memory loss.

 

 

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100 Words, 100 Days: Day 67. On Juggling.

I watched an episode of House recently and I saw a couple of scenes where the great doctor juggled two balls, then played with a yo-yo.

I’ve always been the fidgety type, hence my need to refresh a web page constantly. Playing with pens, drip mats, coins and toothpicks on a regular basis has led me to believe that I need some sort of mental activity to go with my reflexive activity.

When I stayed in California, my friend Richard attempted to teach me how to juggle. The lesson didn’t last long because our time was cut short by dinner.

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 43. On Necessities.

For humans (and most animals), the bare necessities of life are food, water, shelter, companionship and the odd bout of rumpy-pumpy. Political and religious ideals are mere distractions from the endeavours of survival. They’re good to have and can make excellent conversation starters at the dinner table. But if one is severely lacking in the fundamental needs of humankind, then all the zeal in the world isn’t going to save you from hunger, thirst, homelessness, loneliness and a long dry spell. An efficient and speedy broadband network provider is, in my opinion, up there with a cool glass of water.

Story, Bud!

Jacobs Fig RollsThere’s this new advert on Irish TV that features a group of actors dressed up as taste buds.They wait apprehensively for their “owner” to break into a packet of fig rolls. Once he does, they go into a kind of frenzy that can only be described as, well, drug-induced.

When you watch it, you’ll know what I mean. The taste buds speak in a hard Dublin accent, address each other as bud, and wax lyrically over “biscuity bits.” These guys have the munchies.

Methinks they smoke too much of the good stuff.

PS: I don’t like fig rolls much.

Family Crest: McShane

The McShane family crest, c/o allfamilycrests.com

His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI is in Edinburgh at the moment, trundling around in his Pope-mobile, waving to the crowd from behind bulletproof glass. He’s wearing a tartan scarf specially created for him for this occasion.

I want a tartan scarf, and I’m sure you want one, too. I want one that reflects my family name, McShane. So that got me thinking about my heritage.

I Googled “family crests”, found www.allfamilycrests.com, entered “McShane” and came out with the crest at the top of this post. It’s nice, isn’t it? It’s all green and gold, colours that signify generosity and hope. Our coat of arms came into existence centuries ago and now I’m find myself wondering about my lineage.

Maybe I shall investigate this further.

The McShane Tartan, c/o scotweb.co.uk

Similarly I Googled “tartan scarves” and found www.scotweb.co.uk. I entered my family name and came up with a fetching little number, pictured here at the right.

Once again, green and gold are highlighted: generosity and hope. Well, I hope I’m generous.

Maybe I’ll get myself a kilt next. Herself seems to like kilts; though with my hairy legs, I’d perhaps be better off hiding them.