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Rain stick

Sometimes I can't think of anything to say and I think I might as well stop. What's it all for anyway, this blogging lark?

Sometimes it's nice to get the answer to a specific question though.

And I derive the most pleasure from reading other blogs.

In the beginning (2005) my saviour and horse trainer Sarah gave me her details and she had a link on her blog to Tom a fellow horse trainer. Tom has a link on his horse website to his blog and it has a warning which I (hope he won't mind) quote:

PLEASE TAKE NOTE

My blog is not all about horses. It contains bad language, dodgy humour,
dodgy politics, irreligious attitudes, totally uncensored comments and other stuff too!
If you are sensitive about any of these things,
best not go there.

Well I ask you, who could resist that?

I didn't mean to start up a blog I just wanted to comment on his blog and had to have a blog to do so!

So sometimes I have something I want to say, but most times I don't so I don't really understand why I do it!

I do know that my life would be emptier without those Fine People that I visit and sometimes comment on. You are more than my blogroll which I need to update, but I thank you all for your real friendship, companionship and, without fail, kind comments, yes even you Sid (kiss kiss).

So without further ado here is what I want to say today.

Stonehenge:
English Heritage, who think they own it, irritate the frigging bejesus out of me and will be first against the wall come the revolution. The thing has been standing there since at least 3000 years BC in much the same state as currently, but suddenly you can't breath heavily in its presence or the damn thing will fall down. Local government and assorted government quangos have spent £25 million of tax payers money deciding that they can't afford a by-pass or road tunnel to 'protect' the stones. So if you want a free look-see you have to join the traffic jam on the A303 the same as the rest of us. Meanwhile even when you pay to go in (and it's dificult not to with all the razor wire and guards) they won't let you near the stones. When I was a kid we used to stop by the side of the road and wonder over, have a good climb about, chase the sheep, eat our sandwiches and move on. Sometimes there were people there but not often. Now it's all about making marketing and making money, pass me my AK47.

Salisbury Plain:
(On which stands Stonehenge)I have to cross the Plain everyday, back and forth, on my way to and from work. It's dead boring if you stick to the roads (and frequented by Camera Safety Bastards [also sharing space first against the wall]) but quite nice on the tank tracks, Salisbury Plain being where the British Army learn how to shoot straight and drive tanks.

When the Red Flag (sic) is flying you're not suppose to cross it. PAH! is what I say to that. So here I am crossing the plain in defiance of the Red Flag. Pretty up here isn't it?

Witch's Cat
They're all black with green eyes but I have a magician's rabbit instead.
I don't have a Top Hat in which to pull him from but I do have a TV remote control on which he's eaten 3 of the buttons. As previously mentioned he's called Polo and can do many fine spells.