Shock Weddings, Persecuted Smokers and Rocking Bloggers.

This post is a bit like the Trinity, one post, three topics (I could have done three short, separate posts, but what's the point?

Firstly, I may have hinted recently that at the moment a lot of demands are being placed on my time.
You know what they say about buses, none come for hours, then three come at once?
(I have actually seen this happen with the Number 15 bus in Brum).
Well, it's like that with birthdays. Three of the next four weekends I lose to Birthday Parties. Not that I mind, but it the question of whether my body can physically take the challenge is an important one.

And then we received a bit of shock news on Wednesday. What I feared has come to pass.
On September 9th, The Chimney Sweep will marry his girlfriend in Zimbabwe.
I suspect she decided the location, and I expect reducing the likelihood of myself and The Baker being present, played a big part.

Because there is only one free weekend left for myself and The Baker before that date, that weekend is now marked for the stag do.
And no, we aren't going to lap dancing clubs in Prague.
Blackpool will do nicely.

But of course, I'm very apprehensive.
I almost feel like he's been diagnosed with Cancer.
He's my brother. Not in a blood sense, but he's my brother.

He might come and stay with us for a bit before the wedding.
I hope so. I need to be reassured he's going to be OK.



Not smoking in the pub is still not feeling right.
Still, the government have just created more criminals out of otherwise law abiding people.

Little secret. My landlord does this little lock in once a month. It's really a private party. He boots those out at half ten he doesn't want and then runs the pipes through (this should be done monthly). The Beers that is actually in the pipes, is distributed free to the happy few.
But this month, it felt even better.
Because the ash trays came out of retirement.

I forgot just how at peace you feel standing at the bar, fag in one hand, pint in the other.
You took that away from me, Tony.
God may forgive you, I won't.

And now for something, completely different.




The lovely Crashie nominated me for the blue one, guessing rightly, that I'd prefer that one.
Isn't she a sweetie?

I think there might have been some meme mutation going on, because I'm pretty sure when this one started, it only involved passing it on to one.
But the good thing is, it appears to be five now, which is great, because one would be very hard.

So I'm going to nominate five bloggers who deserve recognition of some sort, just for being cool bloggers.
I would have nominated Ruthie, but she's already got one, as has Welshcakes.

First up, Pommy, because he should have had a Schmooze award really, so I hope he likes this one!

Then we have Ed, who is branching out now and tackling the serious issues. Ed, stick the blue one up and tell Verity where SHE can stick it.

Eve rocks and is a girl. What more is there to say?

Raffi is going through blogging blues right now, but I hope he still likes the blue one better.
It goes better with the colourscheme of his blog.

My last choice is a little different, as it is a blog I only read for the first time the other night.
It is Blogpower's newest member.
And a great fresh perspective it is.
Kizzie is a Sudanese girl and adds a new dimension to BP that is not only liberating, it is enlightening.

This blog provides a great opportunity for rich white people, living in the world's richest sectors to see how an intelligent person living in the world that we ignore, views things. I think it's great that blogging gives us treasures like this.

So, same as before, if you're one of the five, remember to take your pressie with you- but give one to five other quality bloggers!

If you aren't, go check out those blogs!
You won't regret it!