The Chairman Of The Bored

Is everyone bored shitless these days? Life has become so boring that we constantly look for something that will put a smile on our faces and some pride in our hearts. Maybe it's just me and what I'm looking for from life. I just can't seem to find it yet and that's maybe why I'm bored. I certainly think I'm looking for inspiration, but at the moment I just feel a little sadend by it - The Human Condition - and the lack of inspiration. I'll keep on searching though and when I find it (flashes of episodes of the Littlest Hobo racing through my mind) 'that's were I'll always be'.

Credit Due

For anyone who thinks the title of this blog rings some bells, well, you'd be right. It was orignally a serialised work of fiction created by George & Weedon Grossmith. First published in book form in 1892, it charted the life of a Mr. Charles Pooter, an office clerk, his family and london society in general. I originally came up with the idea for a short film called 'The Video Diary Of A Nobody', which is currently in production and wanted to extend the theme to a blog and eventually a website. Hence, the usage of the aforementioned book title. Thought 'd I'd just give a mention to the authors, even
though I'd never heard of the book when I was developing the film. Credit were it's due! Know what I mean!

Del Boy Trotter

I come from the Trotter School of Dealing With Crisis. Rather than tackle the problem head-on, I prefer to think of a fanatstic solution , which has a limited chance of success, but if it succeeds, produces the greatest reward.

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Piss The Spirit Away

The Christmas spirit left my body a long time ago. I think I must have shat it out with all that Christmas Turkey during an episode of the runs when I was younger. It's not Christmas' fault. If he was a person he would be well up for it still, and this would also apply if Christmas was a she. That was the modern me showing equal consideration. I think a pat on the back deserved there! Anyway, enough about gender, Christmas is dead and what remains is the biggest excuse for getting blind drunk in the afternoon there is in the year's event calender. It just so happens that you have to prepare months in advance for it, like that somehow validates getting merry with the fambo. Putting up shiny things, shiny things on trees and big inflatable snowmen that are blatantly askin' to be deflated by some pisshead on his way home at 2 in the mornin' - 2 is the classic stumbling home time - watch that kerb lad! Crackers with little hats and stupid jokes and malformed toys that are conjoured up by some pensioner wanting somethin' proactive to do inbetween the visit to the shop and sleeping in front of the tele'. It all adds up to a hallucinagenic confusion that would give even the most hardened merry prankster the 'fear'. Those people 1.9 million people who have decided to defect to warmer lands have got it sussed, although there inability to stick it out with the rest of us reminds me of Swedens' contribution to the war. Anyway, its over..I'll just say this and then I'll go...You gave me more to live for...more than I'll ever know. Happy New Year!!!!