the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Time slips through my fingers like sand, and the stopwatch is a reminder of every fleeting moment. Each tick echoes the urgency of life, urging me to embrace the now before it vanishes into the past.
It's not that David Cameron is a bit pompous, but he wears swimming trunks in the bath to avoid having to look down on the unemployed.
Saw some nice looking valentines cakes in Tescos. Best before: Feb 5th.
Had a 4-hour wait with A&E Today. Hell of a Scrabble hand to get rid of.
Why does the car windscreen washer always run out on the same day as a bird has just emptied its guts over yer windscreen?!
My fur baby struts through life like a rock star, bringing all the glitter and joy to my world.
If you find that people are talking behind your back.... just fart.
There are certain parts of the body which are poorly designed. Like the appendix. Although that was just added on afterwards.
OK, own up, which a******e left my alarm clock set for 6am on a Saturday?!
Typing on a keyboard feels like orchestrating a symphony, where each keystroke is a note that brings my thoughts to life.
The power of lyrics resonates deeply within me, weaving stories and emotions that capture the essence of our shared human experience.
I once thought a lift was just a fancy way to avoid stairs until I realized it was also a great place to practice my stand-up routine with a captive audience.
Watching the Hancock film. Trying to work out who plays Sid James.
In the quiet moments, I find my thoughts drifting like smoke, searching for the harmony that eludes me. Every note I play resonates with the yearning for a connection that feels just out of reach, a melody of understanding waiting to unfold.
Every epoch carries its own weight and significance, shaping the very fabric of our existence. In the cockpit of time, I’ve learned that the true measure of an era is not just in its achievements, but in the spirit of those who dared to push boundaries.
The cacophony of animal calls mingles with the rhythm of my heartbeat, each creature a living note in the symphony of the wild.
To understand what recursion is, you must first understand recursion.
Corporations, with their insatiable appetite for profit, often blur the lines between innovation and exploitation, leaving the ordinary person grappling with the consequences of their unchecked ambition.
The keys beneath my fingers whisper the secrets of the universe, each note a heartbeat of the soul yearning to be heard.
The dangley bit at the back of yer mouth. Whats the point in that then?! It does nothing except once in a while gets bigger so it hits yer tongue and goes white....
Living in a world that feels like it's always pushing me away, I find strength in my roots and the dreams that brought me here.
That awkward moment when you cant work out if the face in the toast is Jesus or Les Dennis.
"Ah yes..German... The language of love.. Where telling someone of your love for them sounds like ordering spare parts for your carburettor"
She said she wanted to see the "Northern Lights". Apparently, "Oh, Blackpool?" was the wrong response.
Anarchists can't get anywhere without trains and motorways.
Things I've learnt today: "Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" is a poem by Grunthos the Flatulent.
Never argue with an idiot. The best possible outcome is that you win an argument with an idiot.
When in Tesco last, I didn't give a second thought to the fact I was buying rough cut sugar cubes instead of the usual square cut. But, now I've come to open the packet, the simple task of putting sugar in tea has become utter chaos.
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