Isn't it annoying when people say you have an accent, when actually THEY are the ones with an accent?
Sometimes I sit down at the end of a day and think to myself, "I am going to write a blog now" and I settle down, turn my laptop on and sign in.
And nothing.
Blank. Zip. Nil. Nada. Zilch.
I suddenly have nothing to say.
Logic says I should always have something to blog about for the plain and simple fact that when your talking to me face to face, its fairly difficult to shut me up.
However, as my friend H pointed out last night, I'm very aware of when I'm being dull. My friend Joe is particularly aware of this and often finishes our phone conversations with "Ok, I'm going now, you're boring me". The fact that I am used to this concerns me.
I will attempt to be inspired.
I'm watching X-Men Origins - Wolverine. It's an easy watch. Got to love the X-Men films really. If you don't, you're probably very boring and the only thing we may have in common is QI... which I will watch to laugh at the irony and enjoy the banter (whilst learning)... and you will watch for the satisfaction of answering the questions before the contestants and ruining it for the rest of us.
Speaking of QI, it's my Father's birthday today.
You know that bit right at the end of an episode of QI when the scores have been given out and Stephen says his final anecdote... an anecdote that promises to be witty, ironic and quite interesting? That is my favourite part of the whole programme. And that is the time of day that my Father wants to start a conversation.
Thank God for Sky+ or I would have disowned him a while a go.
On another note, I heard a gentleman in a cap and jeans that started around his thighs call his friend "a idiot" today, to which his friend replied - this is brilliant - "mate, you don't even know how to speak man, who's AN idiot now". There is hope in the world.
Oh look, I had something to talk about.
