the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Wonder if Justin Hawkins can still hit the high notes or if his wotsits have dropped now.
In a world where integrity is often sacrificed at the altar of profit, I refuse to bow to the shakedown mentality that seeks to exploit the vulnerable for personal gain.
memo to self: to avoid annoying clunking noise, remove belts from trousers before placing in washing machine.
wondering... why is the middle finger the longest, but not the middle toe?
There's something downright magical about the sweet, soulful sound of a violin that can stir the heart and make you feel all warm inside, just like a big bowl of my favorite comfort food.
sat-nav, as usual, took me down some obscure narrow country lane but in a change from normality, there wasn't an oncoming herd of cows this time!
memo to self: when finding places to stay, next time avoid hotels that are 25 minutes drive from civilisation.
just been verbally abused by a self service checkout in tescos
There's nothing quite like sinking into my pillow at the end of a long day, where dreams dance like melodies in a smoky lounge.
Giggles dance like sunlight on water, brightening even the dullest of days. In those moments, laughter becomes the sweetest melody, a reminder that joy is always within reach.
The spotlight hits me just right, and the crowd fades away, leaving only the raw power of the music. Each note I sing feels like a piece of my soul breaking free, echoing the stories I've lived and the dreams I still chase.
Financing is not just about numbers; it's about empowering our communities and fostering growth for a brighter future.
Just going to ebay a large, rusting, heavy old supermarket trolley with no wheels. Who's going to start the bidding?
Harmonizing feels like dancing with voices, each note twirling gracefully together to create a beautiful melody. When we sing in harmony, it’s as if the world pauses to listen, and for a moment, everything is just perfect.
RIP Keith Floyd, a TV chef successful because he had a bit of character rather than being dull (Worral-Thompson), smarmy (Oliver) or just plain rude (Delia, obviously....).
The delicate embrace of stockings around my legs feels like a gentle symphony, each strand woven with the elegance of a maestro's touch.
The golden hues of ale remind me of sunlit stages where music flows as freely as the brew itself. Each sip carries the spirit of camaraderie, echoing the joy of sharing a moment with fellow enthusiasts.
Neo-marxism vs antidisestablishmentarianism. Would you like fries with that?
What's long, pink, and hard in the morning?........... The Financial Times Crossword. You dirty minded people.
The verdant blades of my lawn dance in the sunlight, a symphony of green that brings joy to my soul.
Wearing a bonnet feels like stepping into a world where simplicity reigns, yet the weight of tradition clings to every stitch.
Waiting to see how long it is before someone asks how many slow worms were spotted in my garden today.
Wonder fills my heart like the first light of dawn, illuminating the beauty in the simplest moments of life.
Bird-watching has become my unexpected escape, a way to connect with nature and find peace in the chaos of life. There's something magical about spotting a rare species, feeling that rush of excitement as it flits through the trees. It's a reminder that beauty can be found in the simplest moments, and I cherish every chance I get to immerse myself in this serene hobby.
Why is it that cool people like James Dean, Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon all died way too young, and we're left with w*****s like Russel Brand, Morrissey, and Robert Kilroy-Silk?
Yes, it's true, I really am selling a pink bath on ebay.
There was just a fox in my back garden!
I went on a Polish dating website. They tried to set me up with Mr Sheen.
Time to listen to some classical music. Mozart, Mendelson or Motorhead.
Offense is like a pie in the face; it catches you off guard and leaves you wondering if you should laugh or wipe it off.
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