the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Connection, to me, is the invisible thread that weaves through our lives, binding our stories together in a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken understanding.
Can't help thinking that Mr & Mrs Banks were rather cruel to name their son Lloyd. Yes, this person does exist.
Feeling is the melody that dances through my soul, guiding each note I play into a symphony of emotions.
The bed looks so inviting, yet every time I try to get in, it seems to conspire with my pajamas to keep me awake!
Honor dances like vibrant colors across my canvas, intertwining chaos and order in a celebration of the spirit.
Mality, Mality, Mality, Mality. Well that's the four mality's over with.
And on the 16th day god created choc-chip cup cakes.
wondering what happened to the metal yoyo I used to own, think I got it on holiday in wales in the late 80s.
Wondering why they have to charge quite so much for the trains into London. To get into Waterloo before 10am would cost £99.30. And that's not even first class.
Just saw a Buddist monk, in full traditional dress and sandals, goes into a firearms shop.
Can we make bagpipes illegal, as a weapon of mass destruction or something?
Cloth has always been my canvas, where texture and color dance together to create the perfect statement of elegance and style.
Celeriac, with its earthy aroma and unique texture, reminds me of the beauty found in simplicity, a hidden gem waiting to be celebrated on the plate.
Was in a hotel for a couple of nights last week, and is now bemused to see that their "guest relations officer" has been looking me up on linkedin.....
Advocacy has always felt like a calling to me, a melody that resonates deep within my soul. I believe we all have a responsibility to lift each other up and make our voices heard, especially for those who can’t speak for themselves. It's not just about singing my own song; it's about harmonizing with others to create a chorus of change in the world.
Hogs may not be the most glamorous of animals, but let me tell you, they have a certain charm that makes me feel like I’m living in a sitcom where every episode revolves around mud and mischief.
Nothing hits quite like the perfect round, each one crafted with the precision of a guitar solo that resonates deep in the soul.
In the pursuit of our sacred mission, we must safeguard our ideals with unwavering resolve, for only through steadfast commitment can we hope to inspire the hearts of the faithful.
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, I find myself drawn to the intricate dance of celestial bodies, each one a testament to the profound order that governs the universe.
There's something about a well-groomed cuticle that speaks to the soul, like a well-worn pair of boots on a dusty trail.
With every passing storm, I watch the earth give way, like a heart slowly breaking under the weight of time.
Time is my canvas, and I’m the artist painting my reality with every hour that passes. Each moment I spend is a chance to elevate my vibe and manifest my dreams. Living life on my terms means I don’t just count hours; I make hours count.
Every time I step onto a hectare of land, I feel the energy of the earth beneath my feet, reminding me of the beauty in growth and potential. It's incredible to think about how much can thrive in just one hectare, from lush gardens to vibrant wildlife. Embracing nature in such a tangible way inspires me to nurture my own dreams and ambitions.
Peering through the porthole feels like catching a glimpse of a whole new world just waiting to be explored.
Doorbell rang. Opened it, to two people with bright blue "RSPCA" t-shirts. Girl says "hi, you can probably guess where we're from". Me, without thinking: "Are you from McDonalds?". Whoops.
Intercourse, to me, is a profound dance of intimacy, where souls intertwine and barriers dissolve. Each encounter becomes a symphony of sensation, where passion and vulnerability collide in a beautiful crescendo. It is in these moments that I feel the essence of life itself, raw and unfiltered, a celebration of our shared humanity.
Thanks, Mr Tax Man, for the letter telling me you owe me £280 from 3 years ago. Now how about actually sending me it rather than just the letter?!
Meeting a deadline feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, balancing the weight of responsibility with the thrill of possibility.
Comedy is my chaotic playground, where the absurd becomes my best friend and every punchline is a chance to flip the world upside down.
Movie 43...... Wrong, very wrong, and pretty rubbish. But still one for the bucket list.
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