Not the opening you might expect, but my rather expensive web marketing genius, (his words not mine),Vincenzo, that in order to receive more comments I must deviate from the norm or rather my norm and mention "ever-popular bottom-feeding keyword-riddled trashy celebrity gossip" (again his words not mine).
However, before I journey down this road, for now I am at the start of a yellow wood, I must tell you that since arriving back at Leighton Buzzard I have done nothing. So, unlike the previous blogs that are positively brimming with action and adventure this will be more of a rumination. Some might say that I am reading the wrong blog. By the way, be careful when you type my address - there is a counterfeit out there - someone trying to ride upon my literary coattails - except his name does not have an 'E' at the beginning. Now before you all rush off, let me save you some time. His work has no spelling errers, he writes from a knowledge base, his punct-
uation is without fault's, the layout is somewhat more professional (hint for previously mentioned marketing genius) and his commentary is based upon more wider issues and concerns to society than this peculiarly unique essayists particular views. I realised I just called my self an essayist - I presume I am talking about lots of words together and not weighing and judging gold dust in California in a previous century - you see - if you read the one with the name without enough letters, then you will miss all this. So stick with what you know.
Two million, one hundred and sixty thousand seconds or six hours and 15 minutes of The Archers - 'an everyday story of country folk' - this is my lot. As most of you know - I am currently undergoing radio therapy treatment on my foot. Positively, hospital patient transport collects me, I sit in somewhat relaxed comfort in a family sedan, the Radiotherapists are excellent (honest), and then I am returned to my house in the same sedan enjoying the views of of past pastoral Buckinghamshire in the spring. Negatively, I cannot
describe the excruciatingly, toe curling experience the whole RT exegesis is. One day, when I can face it I shall describe to you my fellow passengers and medical journey. For now - enough said.
So what can I share with you this month.
Lets start with a poem
To My Cigar
You see I have given up smoking. Yes. I have given up smoking. March February 4th 2009, @ 2.45. Approximately 8 minutes before I was admitted to hospital for the operation on my lungs. I think I mentioned in previous entries that my lungs are in 'fine fettle'. I have witnesses. There is no evidence of any damage. So, logically, emotionally, financially and physically it seems that it was time to finally decide to stop smoking. My choice, no governmental attack on my civil liberty, no damming so called 'scientific study', no plague like feeling from fellow socialites.
I have given up Boxing Day style - cold turkey (sorry). I researched the whole deal. Apparently nicotine stays in your body for anywhere up to 12 hours - depending upon who you read. After that its mostly habit. For me, the first 120 hours or five days was crucial. Luckily I was semi, or completely unconscious for most of it. Once I was home, the effects of the operation meant I could not breathe easily for a few more days - in fact now stairs give me grief and smoking is so far from my mind. However there are moments, sometimes hours when I would pull out my own teeth, probably even pull out yours for a smoke. The biggest change is that I have a lot more change, more notes in fact. Now, as some of you know I have to temper my addiction to e-bay with my gains. Will I be successful. Hope so.Don't know. But I really enjoyed it. Its funny, tragic - depends on your view - I travel to RT with smokers, I smell them, I never used to. Apparently I used to smell like that. Unfortunately every time I get that smell - I want to lick them. Given my fellow passengers and treatment buddies you need to accept that this is pretty desperate.
Next.
I have been on a bus. I have been on several buses. Four things I have learned about travelling on public transport.
1. There is no Business or First class. You have to sit with everyone else.
2. People look at you funny if you wipe the seat with a wet wipe before you sit down.
3. Its not worth the gain in green credentials - I will buy carbon off sets.
4. I was not made for travelling on public transport.
Spring
I think spring is the best season. Living in CT for a number years, I forgot just what a proper spring is.
And finally
Show me a piano falling down a mineshaft and I'll show you A-flat minor.
3 comments:
I got nothing.
(Note to self: Don't ever smoke around Adrian. He might lick me.)
Karate Kid? Has that movie finally reached England? Wow - I knew Europe gets our films late - but 25 years late?
By the way, this Adrian Scott bloke is fantastic! Check out his video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbimWsJaF_E
Him and Yanni - gotta love it. Something to aspire to.
Your ride to RT sounds like fun. Any chance there's enough material for a British sitcom series? Maybe something along the lines of "Faulty Towers" meets "Four Weddings and a Funeral"? In fact, I can see Hugh Grant playing your role. Perhaps John Cleese plays the bus driver, Michael Palin as the odd, chatty passenger, and Eric Idle the neurotic mental patient. (That's it. That's all the British actors I can think of.) Start taking notes and fleshing out the pilot script. I'll market it to Hollywood for you and only take 10%.
Seriously. I use to make movies, you know.
Okay - here's the web marketing tip-of-the-day. Upload naked pictures of the queen... Kidding. No. Since you are on Facebook and Twitter - you need to announce when you post to your blog on those spaces. Your "fans" are busily chatting away about nothing. (i.e., Todd is watching Scarface tonight while smoking a cigar. Dan is busy updating his profile picture. Shannon is busy playing Facebook scrabble and sending everyone lucky clovers, except me.) Really - they have nothing better to do, so might as well tell them about latest blog chapter.
That's it brother. Going to watch some basketball and explain it to Deb.
Hey Adrian!
Wow I have to agree with Vincenzo that I am glad I won't be smoking next to you since I wouldn't want you to pull my teeth out. Or yours. Either way it wouldn't be pretty. But glad to hear you have quit!!!
And the whole hospital & bus experience sounds like it might make for a great tv series - I have to agree on that one too. I'm chuckling out loud over the vision of you wiping off your seat with a wipe! I can only just imagine the eye rolling you are getting from your fellow passengers. And I'm thinking are you using antibacterial hand gel as well? If not better add that to your routine! Never know what type of nasty germs you can pick up on a bus . . yuck . . .
Spring is just about here in CT - it's official but still a bit cold. Saw some flurries today if you can believe it. All of the snow is gone & the plants are peeking out of the ground. Vinny has put away the snow blower & that's usually the one thing that brings on the last big storm. That and when I pack up the snow clothes!
hope to chat with you soon - miss you!! xo love deb
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