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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
One of the joys of comedy, is the pleasure of being liberated from boring old everyday reality into a bizarre dream world where anything is possible.
As I reflect on the challenges of living with seizures, I am reminded that true strength lies not in the absence of fear, but in our ability to confront it with grace. Each episode teaches me the importance of resilience and the power of community in navigating the unpredictable nature of life.
Before I step on stage, I like to warm up my voice and fingers, feeling the music flow through me like a gentle breeze.
In the pursuit of knowledge, I find that even the most destructive inventions, like missiles, are but a reflection of humanity's dual capacity for creation and devastation.
In the quiet of the night, I feel the weight of your absence wrap around my heart like a bittersweet melody, echoing the love that once was.
Saffron, with its delicate threads and exorbitant price, always strikes me as the culinary equivalent of a high-maintenance friend—beautiful, intriguing, and just a bit too much trouble for everyday use.
Just giving moral support to a complete stranger in Kentucky, who reports that the fried chickens are all fine.
As I stand at the crossroads of my own making, the shadows of doubt whisper sweet nothings that keep my feet rooted in place.
Tried sniffing coke once, but the ice cubes got stuck up my nose.
In the shadows of my past, it was my grandmother's unwavering strength that taught me the true meaning of resilience, shaping the hero I strive to be.
As I traverse the grand tapestry of conversation, I find that chatter weaves a delightful fabric of connection, binding us in the most unexpected of ways.
As I wander through the echoes of a parade ground, the sharp notes of brass instruments mingle with the distant rumble of boots marching in unison, a symphony of discipline and duty. I can't help but ponder the bittersweet irony of valor, where the colors of glory often bleed into the shadows of sacrifice.
As I sit by the fire, the warmth wrapping around me like a lover's embrace, I can't help but think of the wild, untamed spirit of the bear, a creature that embodies both strength and solitude in the heart of the forest.
Leadership, to me, is like standing before a vast, unyielding landscape; it demands both courage and a deep understanding of the terrain. Each decision I make feels like a brushstroke on a canvas, where the weight of my choices can shape the future in ways I may not fully grasp. In the stillness of those moments, I realize that true leadership is not about commanding the view, but about guiding others to see the beauty and potential in their own paths.
As I reflect on the essence of our institutions, I see them not merely as structures of power, but as the very backbone of our democracy, deserving of both respect and relentless improvement.
Called the local pizza place and asked them to deliver a thin and crusty supreme. Twenty minutes later, Diana Ross arrived.
In the quiet depths of the ocean, the octopus, with its graceful movements and enigmatic intelligence, serves as a reminder of the wonders that lie beyond our immediate understanding.
In a world where the strength of our alliances defines our path forward, I find solace in the belief that together we can overcome even the most daunting challenges.
As I wandered through the quiet streets of Maine, the crisp air wrapped around me like a familiar embrace, whispering secrets of solitude and forgotten dreams.
As I strolled along the strand, the gentle caress of the sea breeze seemed to whisper secrets of the ages, reminding me that life’s most profound moments often unfold in the most unassuming places.
Well, I reckon there's something special about a good ol' ketch; it just brings a sense of home to the heart, like a warm pie cooling on the windowsill.
In the quiet corners of my mind, the doubter lingers like a shadow, whispering questions that challenge the very essence of my resolve.
When I put on my vestment, I feel like a cross between a divine messenger and a particularly flamboyant curtain rod, ready to deliver a sermon or just provide some much-needed color to the room.
I’m out here breaking the mold, proving that even the egghead can crack open a world of creativity.
I dislike Lloyds TSB Bournemouth branch. They are idiots.
I still dislike Lloyds TSB Bournemouth branch. They are still idiots.
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In the battlefield of modern life, I don the tracksuit as my armor, a testament to both comfort and the relentless pursuit of victory.
Popularity is a fickle friend, always whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you realize it doesn’t care about you when the spotlight fades.
As I wander through the fields of my memories, I can't shake the haunting presence of fusarium, creeping like a shadow over dreams of golden harvests.
As a producer, I find joy in weaving together the threads of creativity and vision, transforming mere ideas into captivating stories. Each project feels like a new adventure, where I can nurture talent and bring dreams to life on screen.
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