My arse

What’s this all about, I’m too old for this internet thing. It took ages to get on and now I think I want to get off, however someone told me this was a good way to get things off your chest, grumpy old man stylee.
Well, having discussed how to set up the site and how it works, I now find it’s way past my bed time and I’m fast loosing the will to live.
I have just spent the evening talking about the internet and domain names, which I’m led to believe some people are investing in. (I’m sure ‘in’ is one of those things you are never supposed to end a sentance with ; I think ‘with’ is the other.)
However, the thought struck me that to invest in a domain that was worth having you had to prempt the market and see that you would need to buy, compare the Meercat, before they had invented Compare the Market.
I was walking through reception and not looking where I was going when I slipped over and fell ; look where you are going .com…….. I was installing a burglar alarm and they gave me the wrong ladder ; don’t go up the effing
I have no idea whether you should sign off when you blog, but if you do have too….Goodbye, goodnight, sweetdreams..don’t let the bed bugs bite!   Joe. x


About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, althought to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non existant. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which if I had the time would be updated on a much more frequent basis, however country life and children seem to be a full time occupation. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. That's all for now, toodle pip.
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