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First the answers from Sunday; 1. Alanis Morissete Head Over Feet 2.Meatloaf Paradise By The Dashboard Light 3.Madonna Don't Tell Me 4.Nirvana Lithium 5.Oasis Wonderwall 6. Rolling Stones. You Can't Always Get What You Want 7.Red Hot Chilli Peppers Under The Bridge 8. The Sex Pistols God Save the Queen 9.The Verve The Drugs Don't Work Not many got the Sex pistols, I think it must be an age thing. The news this morning is all about the financial meltdown and how terrible it all is, to hear some of the reports you would think that it’s the end of the world, what a load of crap. Ok, so the American government cannot decide if it should throw lots of money at the problem or not, and all the people telling them they should work in the financial sector, just where the money will end up (also securing their jobs and fuelling their bonuses, as if they haven’t taken enough money already). On the other side of the fence are the people saying that if you throw the money at so...

Answer to yesterday will be show tomorrow just to give more people a chance, covered that first as some people are quite impatient. We’ve just come back from sunny Rutland, I think we may have to move there as it seems to get all the sunshine we don’t. We both had a fantastic time and I feel that I’ve been away from work for a whole week and not just a weekend, wonderful. As always the welcome from Sandra and Trevor (and Sam) was great and the whole weekends activities (eating, drinking, eating, walking and drinking (with a bit more eating thrown in) were just what we needed, thank you both so much ( I know they read the blog and so this saves me an email). So people have commented that last weeks post were a bit depressing, well on the surface they do look that way, but looking back to that time made me smile so much, I think that even bad times can, after a long time, bring back good memories. So I may drag up some more memories from my dark and distant past, but may change the names...

Quote Sunday; they all have one thing in common but many writers, 1. ...and don't be surprised if I love you, for all that you are. I couldn't help it, it's all your fault. 2. we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed 3. Tell me love isn't true, It's just something that we do 4. im so happy cause today, i found my friends, theyre in my head. 5. I don't believe that anyone feels the way I do about you now 6. you can't always get what you want-but if you try sometimes-you'll find- You'll get what you need 7. Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, the city of Angels Lonely as I am, together we cry 8. 'Don't be told what you want. Don't be told what you need. There's no future, there's no future, there's no future for you 9. Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown. How many do you recognise. ---------------- Now playing: Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Poc...

A quick post as the weekend is here and there’s things to do. First an update on Kep he is still getting his paws washed every night, much to his annoyance and we are waiting on the results of his blood test. He is still in fine voice, barking as I type and will walk for miles if we let him, it’s just that his pads look very grotty. To cheer him up I asked him to sit for the first photo shoot with the new lights, as you can see below he’s a natural. I’ve added a new bit to the page so you can now (if you’re on Blogger) follow me and I will start to follow my favorite blogs too. ---------------- Now playing: Kate Bush - The Man With The Child In His Eyes via FoxyTunes

It’s strange but I never thought that writing this blog would take me back to times I had forgotten. Having spent 2 days thinking back to a time almost 20 years ago it has got me remembering lots of little details, the smell of a warm bear suit as you get in it after someone else (mostly the smell of the antiseptic wipes we used inside the head), the sound of a jazz band running through their numbers before going on stage, the feel of the big top just as lights drop before a show, the incessant sound of rave music (one of the other bears was a DJ in his spare time, hence yesterdays track), the days spent sitting in porta cabins watching the rain and praying for more (£1000 bear suits don’t like water, if it rained we did nothing), comparing injuries and scars (ice skating, stilt walking, fire juggling, rollerblades and unicycles were at are disposal, but not always the correct training). I wonder where my fellow bears are today, 2 were training to become doctors, 1 a dentist, 1 a nurse...

As I was saying yesterday, I over heard the conversation while sitting outside of my place of work, wearing a furry bear suit, waiting to start my next stint as an entertainer/ costumed character (bear) at a local theme park. The job was to put on a large bear costume and walk around the site entertaining the crowds who were waiting to get on the rides, but normally degenerated into hugging the prettiest girls and scaring the children (a 6 foot high, 3 foot wide, dark grey bear, resembling a Brillo pad on legs, can look very scary if you are only 2 foot high and it takes you by surprise, like hiding at the bottom of the ball pool). The main point to the job was that you had to look happy and without your face on show it was not just a plastered on smile, your whole body had to be happy, happy, happy. As any ex theme park worker will tell you, its no fun. After what I had just discovered I was a long way from happy and it was at this point a positive appeared, in the shape of one of the...

I’m crap with names; I have trouble remembering the names of people I work with (except Phillippa’s), I even had a girl friend who name I could never remember, while I was seeing her! After 20 years I still have problems with my mother-in-laws name (got it wrong in my wedding speech). So one day many years ago I’m sat out side of my place of work (wearing a furry bear suit, but that’s another story) listening to 2 girls discussing the suicide of a bar maid from a local pub. It’s strange how you can sit and listen to a conversation like that and feel totally detached, even find it a sort of amusement (not in a funny way, but like watching a soap). As the conversation moved on I started to think that I knew the girl in question, but only slightly, and so started to pay more attention. It was only after a few more details had emerged, that I realised that it was not the girl I thought, but to be sure I butted in and asked if they knew the girls name. They did, and at this point the whole ...