What’s Mr T’s favourite snack?
“A petit filous.”
Do the voice, yeah? Brilliant.
That’s what I’m talking about. Three days without a sausage, then straight back in with a gem.
Ok, that’s an exaggeration, there may have been some sausage.
So I’ve been very busy. Like stupid busy. Job-wise, mainly, but tolls have been taken, pipers paid and you know - stuff. My new dog doesn’t allow me any time in the evening for much blogging because he requires a lot of attention. I am out the door at 6:30 walking him and up until he wants to go to bed. I had no idea it would be such a big job being owned by one.
Saying that, it’s rewarding, because there’s something to be said for going out for a walk at 6:30am when no one else is around. This week by the river I saw a stork sunning itself with its wings apart, warming itself up to go fishing I guess, but it stood there with its feathers splayed out like a hood ornament on a fancy automobile.
And another time I saw a bird of prey – a kite, I think – with its head perfectly still while the rest of its body was blown around by the wind, and its tail fanned out to catch every gust and volley.
I’ve also been reading a lot. A lot for me anyway, which is about thirty pages a day. I finished Lake Wobegon Days by Garrison Keillor and I’ve started Joan Of Arc by Mark Twain. Not a lot of people know Mark Twain wrote a biography of Joan of Arc, but he did. It was published under the name of a translator who put his talent towards the fictional recollections of a childhood friend and lifelong companion of Joan. All his own work, of course, and meticulously researched over many years but not written in his typical style.
Podcasts? I’ve been listening to Adam and Joe’s 6 Music podcasts. Adam Buxton and Joe Cornish are colleagues of mine at the BBC, though it flatters me somewhat to call them that because I have 28,000 colleagues. I don’t know them or anything, but you could you could do a lot worse with half of one of your hours than listen to this. I keep meaning to put them into the Recommended section of this site.
Which brings me nicely round to this. Traffic’s been healthy since the Post Of The Week thing which is always a challenge. Although I should technically be stripped of my title, because I’ve been nominated enough times to put me into the Hall Of Fame, a bridesmaid Hall Of Famer, but a Hall Of Famer none the less. I wonder how many times I can say Hall Of Fame in this paragraph? Four, apparently. No, I stand corrected: Hall Of Fame, you see.
Seriously, though. What is the past tense of bake? Shouldn’t we revise it?
Baken? Book? Bade?