the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Incompetence, much like an unforced error on the court, can derail even the most promising of matches and teach us invaluable lessons about focus and precision.
Columns are like photographs, capturing fleeting moments of thought and emotion, frozen in time for the reader to ponder. Each word is a brushstroke, painting a vivid scene that invites the audience to step into my world and see through my lens. In this dance of language, I strive to reveal the beauty and complexity of our shared human experience, one column at a time.
Cattle roaming the open fields remind me of the freedom and simplicity that life used to offer before the world got so complicated.
Trance envelops me like a thick fog, pulling my mind into a swirling abyss where the mundane slips away and the extraordinary beckons from the shadows.
With every fork in the road, the weight of my heart guides me toward the path less traveled, where shadows of doubt dance in the fading light.
Temporary moments often hold the most profound beauty, revealing the fleeting nature of our existence in a way that makes every heartbeat feel like a cherished secret.
There's something about a cylinder that reminds me of a perfectly rolled baseball, smooth and balanced, ready to take a spin on the diamond.
Millet has become my go-to grain, with its nutty flavor and versatility transforming even the simplest meals into something extraordinary.
Anyone allowing their Hyena to poop on the pavement should shovel it away immediately, As this is no laughing matter .
Taking a leap often feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, heart racing, yet knowing that the thrill of the unknown is worth every moment of hesitation.
A good comedian doesn't set out to make you laugh; they set out to make themselves laugh, and invite you to join in.
"Chickens, for instance, are funny, but horses aren't. Lips are hilarious, elbows and knees are funny, but a shoulder is just a shoulder."
If there's one thing that's better than roses on yer piano then it's tulips on ya organ.
Spotted on the news page for a farm shop in Kent, just one news item on an otherwise blank page : "We now have a chip and pin machine". Groundbreaking!
With the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I scanned the auction room, knowing that every bid could mean the difference between fortune and disaster.
The moment something is taken without permission, it feels as though a part of our shared humanity is stripped away, leaving behind a hollow echo of trust.
Back in 1995, I had a summer job for a few weeks, at a company that makes celophane wrapping machines, basically testing. There was one which wrapped the 8-packs of mini cereal packets, which they were making for Tesco. Today I emailed Tesco to ask if they're still using the same machine.
Chair lifts are on the up and up.
The internet: a place you can chat to someone from Chicago, about the smell of Chicken farms in Georgia, and how the Georgia locals should put more effort into educating poultry with regards to the benefits of improved personal hygiene, so that they too may become as famous as Kentucky Fried Chickens.
I can't take any person seriously who has the name is "Seth".
Got given a car parcel shelf nodding dog thing in the work secret santa a few years ago... I'm not really into car ornaments as they're a bit of a target for brats, so the poor hound has lived in a drawer for about 3 years then a box since last november. Should find a new abode for it really.
slightly disappointed.
Earmuffs envelop my ears in a cocoon of warmth, allowing me to lose myself in the sonorous symphony of winter's embrace.
Cucumbers, with their cool crunch, remind me of the harmony in a perfect pop song, each bite a note in a symphony of refreshment. They’re the unsung heroes of the garden, bringing a crispness that elevates every summer salad into a chart-topping hit.
I reckon if my truck had a horn that could really blow, it’d be louder than my mother-in-law at Thanksgiving dinner!
True leadership feels like guiding a jam session, where each voice counts and harmony emerges from the chaos.
I see Bernie Ecclestone has wed 35 year old Marketing Director Fabiana Flosi.... I wonder what she saw in the Octagenarian BILLIONAIRE?
So I caught the later train to Birmingham. The guard came on the tannoy system and said "We will be arriving at nineteen thirty-eight". I thought "Wow, time travel". Anyway, the train was late, and we arrived in the mid 70s.
I saw a baby ghost on the pavement today. But come to think of it, it may have been a tissue.
There's something magical about how photoreceptors dance with light, turning the world into a canvas of colors that speaks to my soul.
Incidence has a way of creeping into the corners of my life, revealing the unexpected consequences of choices made in the heat of the moment.
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