There’s something slightly disconcerting about this poster from Humberside Police about drinking to excess.
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Everything Is Better With Dragons
Book blogger, Autistic, Probably a Dragon
There’s something slightly disconcerting about this poster from Humberside Police about drinking to excess.
Continue reading “Humberside Police: Now victim-blaming on a bus near you.”
I’m 32 in about five month. Yeah, I know I’m a proper old maid now. I’ve only just got my own place and a vaguely decent, if temporary, job. It’s great to finally know what I want to do for a living, at least for now.Continue reading “Being an adult is scary”
I’d just love more films from Middle Earth.
There’s so many potential films in Tolkien’s body of work, even if The Silmerilion is out of bounds for the foreseeable future. I thing a film covering the War of the Ring in other areas of Middle Earth, as the writer of this post suggests, is the most exciting, although some of the history of the Second Age would be interesting too.

Even during the initial stages of production on The Hobbit, people worldwide were already speculating what other future projects pertaining to the world of Middle-earth may grace our screens.
The Silmarillion is a vast horde of riches sitting beneath the clutches of a fire-breathing dragon; a source of material barred from cinematic adaptation within the foreseeable future – and perhaps, a good thing too.
However, copyright issues aside, we must not forget the other stories contained within the appendices of The Lord of the Rings; stories that have been virtually untouched by Peter Jackson’s expansion of his Hobbit trilogy.
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This is a great commentary on the tendency of manufacturers to pinkify everyday products.
So, it’s official, I’m an idiot.
One of my coping mechanisms when I have stuff going round my brain is to write it down like a blog post then hit the little rubbish bin.
Except this afternoon I hit publish by accident and something was published that should never have seen the light of day. Luckily, only two or three people saw it, and one of them rang me to tell me. I’ve taken my rantings down obviously, and deleted the links I could find, but still the damage might have been done.
I’ve been ruminating on it for the last two hours, but now I feel better. Writing works as catharsis but I need to remember when it’s appropriate to publish my thoughts and when it isn’t.
I need to find a less risky cathartic outlet, just in case I forget. Again.
Sorry, a post went up earlier that is a draft, I was internally ranting and writing stuff down helps me work through it; I find the writing then deleting cathartic.
I probably insulted people I shouldn’t have because I was irritated about a few things.
If I’ve offended anyone I apologise profusely, the thoughts were never meant to see the light of day.
Morning all, having a good weekend? I hope so. I had a rather disappointing day yesterday but I’m back on with the positive thought patterns at the moment.
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My granddad’s pride and joy was his train track. He’d turned the box room in to his train room and it was out of bounds to us children unless supervised by a responsible adult. The only adult considered responsible was my granddad himself. After my grandma died when I was nine I spent a lot of time with Granddad, we used to go to model railway meetings sometimes. They were like fairs, held in scout huts and prefab village halls. I had a small collection of model railway magazines. It was fun, mainly because I got to spend time with Granddad Billy without my sisters and cousins, and I got treat to sweets and other junk food granddad really shouldn’t have given me.
Firstly, I’d like to mention the book The Way of Tenderness by Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, a Buddhist clergywoman and writer, which prompted these thoughts. I will include a review of this book in January’s book reviews post. I have been reading this book lately and have found in it some intriguing and resonant metaphors. The author describes humanity as being plants in a garden, each with it’s own form and identity, yet all part of the garden as a whole.
Such a beautiful image.
