Things Are Beginning To Get Hairy

So – I’m growing a beard.

This situation has encouraged me to go all Robinson Crusoe.

Having never sported a beard before, this lockdown has given me the opportunity to see how it looks, without having to look like a tramp when out shopping or nipping to the bank.

My wife isn’t keen. Sometimes I think she’s only with me for my chin.

It’s only been a week, but I think I may have left it too late in life, for this early growth, to look all Pierce Brosnan. Whereas I was hoping for a few flecks of grey, I think I may be the more crazed Saddam Hussein-in-the-bolthole type.

Seven Up/Ghost In The Machine

I’ve heard it said that saying “seven” brings bad luck at a craps table. Some players will refer to the number as “it”, while others refer to it as the devil. I think crap players can be a trifle dramatic.

If the stick man gives a player dice with a total of seven facing up, well that player may as well pack up and go home.

There was a US park ranger by the name of Roy Sullivan, who survived being struck seven times by lightning. He was astronomically unlucky to be hit seven times. He was astronomically lucky to survive seven times. It’s a question of perspective.

I’ve been notified by the ghost in the WordPress machine that I’ve just hit the seven year anniversary of City Jackdaw.

Seven years. I’d never have dreamt that when first starting out.

I can recall sitting on the couch with my iPad, back then, trying to figure WordPress out. I’d employed my daughter, solely for the expertise of her youth, to try and talk me through it. Amidst all of the head-scratching confusion, I received a notification: City Jackdaw had its first follower.

“I’ve got a follower!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Who could it be?!”

I eagerly sought out my new best friend: ‘City Jackdaw is being followed by City Jackdaw.’

“I’m following myself!!!!!”

How that happened I don’t know. Talk about an anti-climax. I also once accidentally liked my own post, receiving a mocking email notification saying: You’re so vain, you probably think this post is about you.

That conscious, goading ghost in the machine again. I’m not sure if you still get this type of email when you like your own post, someone give it a go and let me know.

Anyway, I’ve come a long way since then. City Jackdaw has come a long way since then. This jackdaw is no longer a fledgling bird.

Thank you for flying with me, friends both old and new. Let’s aim for double figures.

Claws For The Weekend: A Northern Oddity

This was my dog, Bryn, this afternoon, discovering that strange northern phenomenon known as sunshine.

It is nice to get reacquainted, whilst standing in the middle of the seasons’ No-Man’s Land. With the sun, I mean, not the dog.

I later took the opportunity to stain the shed door, making the most of the dry before the approaching wet, with Bryn locked safely away from tin and brush and national disaster.

I’ve got an ongoing project to pick up again later, along with a new book to start in the wee small hours. Rain or shine, the evening’s planned.

Have a good weekend guys. Keep watching the skies.

See you on the flip side.

Claws For The Weekend: Romantics Semantics

A Valentine’s Day conversation. It all started with a FB status update:

Just treated Jen to a free coffee in McDonald’s with my stickers. Happy Valentine’s Day people.

Someone commented that she was a spoilt woman.

It could be an all dayer:

I was referred to as the last of the big spenders.

Do you know those thick, juicy Big Mac burgers? Well I might give Jen the gherkin off mine.

Two comments came in about romance not being dead.

How can romance be dead when you can get two hash browns for a quid?

Someone helpfully suggested that we could have whipped up to Iceland (the store, not the country) and got a bag of hash browns for a quid.

I can’t let her cook on today of all days. But thanks for the tip, though. Next year she can do a tray’s worth on the 13th.

And finally a guy I know commented that he’d booked a table for eight and hoped his partner Marge liked snooker!

Don’t believe a word of it, though, we’re all romantics at heart.

Have a good weekend everyone, see you on the flip side.

Hope we’re not all single.