It is catching. Habit forming it is.

A few weeks ago here at Rancho Collapso, Sarah was being a typical 8 year old and not wanting a bath or hair wash. When I suggested a Jacuzzi then a hair wash she was super keen and covered in a big grin.

Now of course when she knows she is having a weekend over here she decides in advance and tells Jo that she wants a Jacuzzi!

Do you think she is getting to used to the finer things in life at too early an age?

Am I a bad Daddy for giving her such cravings?

Oh dear.

I am bored so has been a reading of that there Wikipedia.

Now it seems that most people think of pirates as being free speaking, a little foul mouthed and generally uninhibited. There could be a reason for this.

Brain Damage.

Many pirates would have served in the Royal Navy before going over to the other side. The “stereotypical demeanour” of these chaps could be due to the vast amounts of alcohol they used to get as normal rations. 17th- 18th century sailors used to get a lot of free booze! The Navy “rum” ration (it could also be made up of other spirits such as Brandy) was a pint a day. The booze back then was much stronger apparently so in modern terms it equates to a BOTTLE a day, but they also got EIGHT PINTS of small beer. That amount of booze over a long period could do things to your melon!

So we have the formula:

Glug glug glug = I’m a pirate!

But, the most common injury aboard naval vessels, outnumbering injuries in battle even, was head trauma from running into low bulkheads!

This gives us Glug glug glug x Smack da noggin repeatedly = I’m a pirate!

All this boozing and head banging (which describes most of the 80’s for me) could, apparently lead to Wernicke – Korsakoff syndrome, frontal lobe damage that could lead to a lack of inhibition in speech and behaviour.

So there you have it. Be kind to pirates.

They has da brain faliurezzzz!

Yesterday afternoon I nipped out for a "sammich" from Prets.

I went past the doorman, as I had done a couple of times that afternoon for ciggie breaks, and went about my sandwich hunting.

I cam back not long after walking swiftly into the foyer and round to the lifts - I was in a hurry because I was freezing and starving.

Now I know that since cutting off my hair I look different, but the dickhead had seen me at least twice before that afternoon, so why did he come rushing out of his little booth going "Excuse me! excuse me! do you have a pass!"

I nearly shouted "OF COURSE I DO YOU C*NT! HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU KNOW THAT ATTEMPT TO BREAK INTO AN OFFICE DURING NORMAL WORKING HOURS ARMED WITH A FUCKING SANDWICH!"

But I mearly smiled at stuck my security photo pass under the twats nose.

For some reason this little episode made me really angry.

And when I got to S&F's last night, there were 21 emails telling me I had replies to comments and posts. They were all hours late and as I knew I was not getting any replies sent to me, I had been checking my posts "manually" all afternoon and had seen them all in the flesh, as it were.

So blogging today should be interesting. I will have to remind my self that I am still wildly popular and read avidly (ahem) even though it will appear that no one love me anymore due to the tumbleweed blowing through my inbox.

Anyway, it's Friday - Hope all your coming weekends rock like a rocking thing.

And who ever else you may be

Don't get sand in your crack now y'here!