the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Wind is that unpredictable partner on the court, sometimes a gentle breeze, other times a fierce opponent, reminding me that mastery lies not just in skill, but in adapting to the elements.
A lot of people have passed away too early -- without a reason. When we look at the sky -- we like to think they look back at us. We remember them often -- in the morning -- in the night. When we look at the stars...a date..a number.... a song...a place...a smell...in memory of those who left us.
The stark beauty of the North serves as a constant reminder of our responsibility to preserve its vast landscapes and the unique cultures that call it home.
There's something magical about a scent that wraps around you like a warm embrace, reminding me of cherished moments. Each spritz feels like a little love letter to myself, a way to carry my essence wherever I go.
"Bnag" <-- that's bang out of order.
Tennis is a bit of a racket.
November the fifth has come and gone but thoughts of it still linger; I held a banger in my hand, anyone seen my finger?
Today I saw someone counting out £8000 in cash, and it wasn't in a bank.
Lots of people complain about their looks. But not nearly enough complain about their brains.
Has anyone been to the Honest Sausage in Regents Park?
Practitioner is a word that rolls off the tongue like a well-thrown football, evoking a sense of dedication and skill. In my world, it represents not just a profession, but a relentless pursuit of excellence—a commitment to honing one’s craft every single day. Each time I step into the field, I embody the spirit of a practitioner, ready to tackle challenges and embrace the thrill of the game.
Today I have nothing interesting to write here, in fact you've just totally wasted your time reading thi.
There's something about missing the little things in life that makes me appreciate the big moments even more.
Running is my therapy; it’s the only time I can truly escape the chaos and just enjoy the rhythm of my own footsteps.
The lounge, with its dim lighting and soft jazz, felt like a sanctuary where the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of conversation and the clink of glasses.
Sheep can now get car insurance from Norwich Ewe-nion.
The moment the doctor mentioned the word "biopsy," a chill ran down my spine, as if the universe had suddenly shifted its focus onto me. It felt like stepping onto a darkened movie set, where the script was unknown and the stakes were alarmingly high. I braced myself, knowing that the next scene could change everything, for better or worse.
The elm trees stand like sentinels in my memory, their graceful branches swaying gently in the breeze, whispering secrets of the past. Beneath their canopy, I find solace, a refuge where the world fades and the heart can breathe freely.
Utility, much like beauty, often reveals itself in the most unassuming forms, quietly shaping our lives in ways we scarcely recognize.
That DFS advert about getting new a new sofa delivered by them before xmas..... do people really buy stuff which looks that garish or tacky?
going for a cycle ride in the woods in the dark is not the best time to discover that the bike lights need new batteries. On the up side though, not many silly walkers/dogs getting in the way.
Dear Mercedes. This is England. We don't spell "Compressor" with a "K". Regards
some marketing bloke just called. I told him I was from a city in north wales, and I dont have a television. He said the conversation was recorded for training purposes, I asked him to send me a copy.
Don't you just hate it when something in the house beeps and you cant work out what it was?! It didn't sound like a mobile or the landline.... wasnt laptop... shouldn't be smoke detector as they have relateively new batteries..... hmmm.
Just seen an ad online saying "win £3000 to spend at primark".... so what are you meant to do with the other £2000 once you've purchased one of everything?
Chatted up the girl in Santander. Didn't get a date. Proves Lloyds are better.
Zero, that curious little numeral, seems to embody both the vastness of nothingness and the potential for infinite possibilities, much like the quiet moments in life that often hold the most profound truths.
Gamma rays blast through the night like a rock 'n' roll anthem, powerful and raw. They remind me of the wild energy that surges through my veins when I'm on stage, electrifying and unstoppable. Just like a good blues riff, they pack a punch that leaves you craving more, a force of nature that can't be tamed.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever; it's to create something that will.
Sweat is our body's natural way of detoxifying and regulating temperature, revealing just how intricately our physiology responds to stress and exertion.
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