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101/1001 (23)

4 Sep

These updates are getting later and later.  I blame the Hub.

When people ask me, ‘Why do you always blame the Hub?’ I think of Sir Edmund Hillary’s famous quote about climbing Everest: ‘Because he’s there.’  What’s the point of marriage, if not to have a spouse to blame?  To sum up:

  • I’m late; I cry
  • Why?
  • Hub/Fall guy
  • On standby
  • Thereby
  • Not my fault I’m late
  • Great!

So, what have I been doing?  Not a lot, as it happens: Tory Boy coming home for a while meant that this week Spud and I had to excavate his room of all our junk which put me in a bad mood with the Hub because it’s really his junk and I was happy when I couldn’t see it but now it’s all over the house again and you know how I feel about a cluttered house….

I did add a new task:

Find another 64 challenges for the list.  (28/64)

Have the courage to play the drums in church.

There are several bongo drums up front in church and the children are invited to play along to the singing.  I thought about grabbing a little kid off the street because parents help the younger ones to bong, but kidnap might not be considered an act of good Christian witness, so I decided against it.  I am dying to get my hands on those drums, though.  This morning, the children were all in Sunday Club and the vicar invited the adults to have a go, but I bottled it.  Like every other adult there, as it happens.

As I cowered behind my notice sheet, I decided right then to add this task to my list, because now I have to do it when the opportunity arises again.

Submit thirty poems to competitions or publishers (11/30)

I sent off three poems this week.  I was going to up the number from (8) to (9), because they all went to the same competition, but I checked the wording of the task and it reads Submit thirty poems, not, Submit to thirty competitions.  I can always increase the number at a later date.  The good thing about setting your own tasks in this challenge is that you can cheat as much as you like.

Blog 1111 times (444/1111)

I only tell you this because I like the numbers.

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We now have eighteen members in the 101ers club, and my list to the right is sadly out of date.  I will try to update it in the week but for now, here are some links.  Mine is only included because I don’t know how else to do ‘Related Articles’.  I have a lot to learn about blogging.

Everest – Antarctica – Stockport

8 Mar

The news this weekend that Sir Ranulph Fiennes crashed his Nissan Micra on the A6 http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/manchester/8554639.stm will come as no surprise to local activists campaigning for greater safety on this busy and dangerous road.  Well, it might surprise them a little bit that a man who climbed Mount Everest as a pensioner, crossed Antarctica, and got to both Poles on foot, couldn’t negotiate a dual carriageway safely.  I don’t know the ins-and-outs of the case, not being either a policeman or related to Sir R, so that’s all I have to say about that. 

Maybe he should join a complaints choir – a fabulous Finnish idea: take the energy used to complain about where you live and write and sing a song about it.  According to the website  http://www.complaintschoir.org/

In the Finnish vocabulary there is an expression “Valituskuoro”. It means “Complaints Choir” and it is used to describe situations where a lot of people are complaining simultaneously.  Kalleinen and Kochta-Kalleinen thought: “Wouldn´t it be fantastic to take this expression literally and organise a real Complaints Choir!”

Somehow they ended up in Birmingham; a city the website says is known to some ‘as the “arsehole of England”.’  As a Brit I could take exception to this description.  However, I grew up on Mike Harding and one of his funniest lines ever was about Birmingham: ‘If the world had piles, that’s where they’d be!’  So maybe there’s a good reason the movement started there.

I quite like the idea of grabbing the Hub, going into Tesco’s and singing:

You overcharged me on the butter

You might think I am a nutter

But I’ll stand and utter mutters

Until I feel much better

Send an apology by letter

And a refund on my tenpence

Then I’ll stop being a nuisance

I’d join a choir myself but I have pitching issues.  I remember going to my auntie’s funeral and singing with gusto and feeling rather pleased with my ability until my Little Brother said, ‘I wanted to laugh in there when you were singing; you were all over the place.’  Sigh.  Never mind; you know what they say: those who can, do; those who can’t, write bad poetry.

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