• Leave a comment

    I began this Blog fourteen months ago.
    Apparently, 413 people have looked at my blog profile.

    None of them thought anything I had written deserved a comment.

    I read a new blog recently posted by a 19 year old Thai girl, her profile displayed a picture of her. She had a great rack, and an attractive backside.

    Although her English ability was infantile, her first brief, poorly spelled posting attracted 23 comments within four hours of her writing her fascile rubbish.

    I was wondering why her writing garnered so much attention, while my own efforts have been so ignored.

    Mmmmm? let me think..... No,........... I can't come up with a satisfactory answer.

    Can anybody help me out with any ideas?

    If you can't. I will be left with the impression that all of you bloggers' out there, are a bunch of chatroom perverts waiting for a nice piece of tail to log in.

  • Iran invented the Sandwich

    Simply naming something, does not mean, that that thing was your own invention.
    I know something about this because I was born in The British Isles, a place where people love to boast of the invention of any number of things.
    Take the Sandwich for example.
    The claim is, that the sandwich was invented in a gaming club in London, by the Earl of Sandwich in 1762, while he was playing cribbage and was pissed off because he was eating slices of meat with his bare hands, this was making his playing cards greasy.
    The Earl ordered a servant to the kitchen after telling his slave, to bring back the slices of meat wrapped in bread.
    The Sandwich was invented.
    The idea that up until that fateful night, nobody in the world had conceived of sticking food between two pieces of bread is plainly ridiculous.
    Perhaps Albania invented the Moustache, or Rain was invented in Venezuela. Salt of course, was thought up by a Ugandan farmer.

    I have lived in China for many years and they are almost as rabid about claiming to have invented things as are the British.
    I remember reading with some amusement, the claim, made by a Chinese historian, that the game of Golf was not invented in Scotland but Beijing, because he had come across a painting that had been made before the birth of Christ, the work clearly shows a man hitting a ball with a stick.
    The events of this week in Iran, made me think of the riddle of who invented the sandwich.

    The winner and still President, a dismal sorry figure of a man, was claiming, while delivering a victory speech, that Iran was the worlds foremost economic superpower, and all inventions of civilisation could be traced back to his country.
    This idiot claimed, to much derision in a speech in America last year, that, homosexuality is a disease, and that the disease did not exsist in his country.

    How do these people get into such high positions?

    I know the answer to this question, it scares the living piss out of me.

  • The Hokey Cokey

    On my, welcome to my Blog page. In the. About Me space. I lifted a lyric from the most preposterous song ever recorded.

    Loop de Loop.

    This inane nonsense is a pop version of the stupendously stupid song:

    The Hokey Cokey.

    I remember with some terror a version sung by, Craig Douglas, a popster who went by the nickname:
    The Singing Milkman.

    Loop de Friggin Loop.

    He was in a 1962 film called.

    It's Trad, Dad!
    Directed by Dick Lester.

    Believe me.

    This film is probably the worst thing to come out of.

    The Swinging Sixties.

    That decade was dead corny.

    I mean, really lame.

  • Hope

    I enjoy news. In print or on TV, absorbing news has taken up a substantial slice of my life.

    Recently, this daily need for new information has been leaving me feeling tired.
    There are few stories that I have chanced upon in recent times, that make me feel hopeful.
    Too many times, reading news, has made me, feel, well, hopeless.

    It was with some joy that I came across this story from The Taipei Times, dated.
    Saturday, June 13, 2009.

    Man gets masters degree at age 98.
    staff writer, with CNA

    The nations oldest graduate student, Chao Mu he, 98, was awarded a masters degree in philosophy yesterday.

    The story goes on to reveal the mans' past.

    I choose not to reprint the article, but reading his story filled me with hope.

    How a man of his age can wake every morning and make plans for the future, is a life affirming lesson for everyone of us.
    Take a minute of your time to think about his remarkable achievement.
    I hope you will feel as inspired as I did.

  • Agony Aunts? Ask me

    If you are married, do everything your wife tells you. Trust me, this is a really good tip.

  • The man who painted his dog.

    I live in an urban environment. When I turn left, after leaving my front door; at the first major intersection right outside of a 7-11, I regularly come across a short balding middle aged man who has a small business selling freshly squeezed orange juice from off a formica topped tubular steel foldaway table located on the street corner.

    He's fucking crackers.

    This guy, during the last few days painted his dog. This was not in the fashion of dyeing a poodle pastel pink or blue. This clown actually used regular house paint, to paint the back of his dog purple. The dog is a tiny mutt that was born with a black and white coat. When I asked him why he had painted his dog purple he told me he liked the colour and he had no more use for the paint he had leftover from a job he had been working on, sprucing up his house.

    This guy lives a foldaway formica kind of life.

  • Everybody is clever nowadays.

    The busted up bloodied faced old pro, is trying, as did Mickey Rourke in the film, The Wrestler, with his shipwrecked life, to stay in the game.
    This Zax, is a big time fun loving International funster.

    He is a man who once made some crap sounding music appear almost tolerable to the few flapping lugholes who were assaulted by it, he is, now a Blogger.

    Bring on with great fanfare, amid blasting of celestial golden trumpets from nymphs and angels.

    The real David Zax.

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