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The last time I saw ways to waste time, was the last time I ate cheese in bed.

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So www.lazyblog.org takes another prisoner !

And so dear reader I am forced to blog to you about the merriment of 'The Last time I saw ways to waste time, was the last time I ate cheese in bed.'

Now heres the thing, what in the world would make someone eat cheese in bed, with the possible exception of Mice, who may or may not have a ready supply of Cheddar next to their beds, most other beings on the planet would have to leave the comfort and warmth of their domiciles bed to get said Cheddar from the fridge.... Now whilst this expenditure or energy is not itself an issue, the very fact that I would be in the same fridge as the chocolate, would by its very nature prevent me eating cheese, for you see the chocolate would win everytime......

Maybe the issue here should actually be that it would indeed be a waste of time to eat cheese in bed, as there would be no benefit in either time of any other measurement I can think of. However I feel that the submitter here is probably referring to the Sleep depriving effects that eating cheddar late in the evening can produce. Many is the night I have lain in my bedding tossing due to the amount I cheese I have consumed, oh er. My thoughts on this are that surely some of the worlds great inventions have probably been made during these restless times, why didn't Einstein come up with his theory of relativity whilst trying to sleep after a night on the Port and Stilton.... er no, he didn't actually, but he probably could of.....

So my dear reader, I submit that if you want to find more ways to waste time, then perhaps you should avoid the cheddar at night.....

Mike.

Ah, the romance of a British Train Journey

Last couple of days have seen be draw an interesting comparison of differing modes of transport, that has lead be to believe that anyone who suggests we should all return to public transport should be shot..... Read on dear reader....

Wednesday, up at the crack of sparrows, to drive some 60 miles to Hursley to visit IBM, Tomtom set up with directions, no problem, jumped into the car, got about halfway there and decided that I had left to early...! Stopped off at a delightful (clean) services just outside Winchester for a reasonably priced cup of coffee and a read of the morning paper.... Finished the Journey in style with the Radio on, Sunglasses on, and spot on time....

Now draw comparison to my Journey into London the following day.....

Up at the crack of sparrows again.... drive 12 miles to Slough train station, (could have gone on the Reading to Waterloo line but for some reason that Journey takes 1 hour 20 Minutes), park at the far end of the car park (not out of choice you understand!!) wander down to the ticket office and hand over by firstborn child for a return ticket to Moorgate and for parking (bear in mind this is Slough so paying for parking is like paying for a lottery ticket as to whether your car will be there when you get back!!).... Now from Slough there are various trains into Paddington the trick is to get the right one.... all bar the 07:47 stopped at every station on the way in, thus despite leaving later the 07:47 beats them all into Paddington (well obviously not the 06:30, or 06:50 !! but you get my point!!) now the problem here is that everyone who uses this train knows it..... So I get there early intended to fix my position on the platform until I am on the train..... after about 10 minutes, I figure I could have a coffee and a bun for breakfast, so a quick detour gets me to the coffee shop, I am forced to give up my second-born child here, (need to be carefully now as I am all out of children!!) for a bland cup of tea and a two day old roll!!! anyway it fills the gap, as have about 3 dozen people, into my gap on the platform..... Thus when the train arrives I am squeezed into the doorway (a little like toothpaste!) and spend the whole of the 35 minute journey to Paddington with my nose stuck into some blokes armpit and some ladies laptop bag jammed between my buttocks.... Thoughts run through your mind during journeys like this such as what happens if the train crashes.... well for me the operation to remove the Laptop bag would probably have taken weeks, and not just to get the smile of my face !!!

So Paddington arrives, and you think the journey is over, well no, because unlike the calm travel experienced the day before, the mainline train leaves me some 30 minutes away from where I need to be.... So I join the hordes of unwashed people (why do some many people stink of BO this early in the morning!!) in squeezing into the tube... (thoughts back to my comments on toothpaste !), Now this is where you learn another of Lives mysteries, that is that everyone else on the tube system at any given time will know exactly where they are going, and exactly which train they need.... I always fall into the other category. that of person standing staring at the board trying to decipher which platform, whilst 3 million people barge past all intent on squashing me like a fly.... So I get the right platform, but wrong train !! the train I get on goes for one station then terminates, leaving me to get the next one, which I could have got from the previous station..... but as I didn't I am now filled with the prospect of climbing on top of the residents of said tube and hanging from the roof bars trying to avoid the odour permeating from every body.....

Get to Moorgate some 2 hours after leaving home, feeling like I haven't washed for weeks, dressed in a suit taken directly from a dead homeless person (rather than the pressed suit I had left in that morning) dieing for a pee (well would YOU use the toilets on a train), and absolutely relishing the journey home......

So you see heres the problem with Public Transport...... the PUBLIC, give me by gas guzzling car anytime......

Well thats the weekend gone again

So thats another one over with then, thankfully this one had plenty of excitment going for it on Saturday, starting with a cycle ride with the kids, yes me on a bike !!! who would have thought it.... we cycled about 4 miles to Grandma and Grandads, the kids did really well considering it was their first time out on the roads, well ok cycle paths..... Surprisingly made it to Grandma and Grandads just in time to watch the United v Liverpool game on the telly (and to tuck into some bacon butties!!)What a fantastic game, with the mighty Mancs winning 1-0 to the sorry scousers !! one of whom in his wisdom thought it would be a good idea to throw his phone at Rooney.... er hello, its got all your numbers in it !!! dense or what....

Saturday evening saw the family get together for the 4th annual 'Rita Gilmour' Ten pin bowling competition, we (I say we it was me!!), had the misfortune to win last year and therefore ended up organising this year, still managed to come second (despite trying to lose!) to Tony, who hadnt figured out the best way to lose like the rest of us.... So the Rea's get to organise next year, after the bowling back to mums for Pizza, and a top evening was rounded off by putting the world to rights as usual....

Sunday, is and shall for evermore be a day of rest (well thats my excuse anyway!) so a gentle wander around Reading was called for, before retiring for a Sunday Dinner of homemade Chinese......

Mike

Come on you Reds !!

Well another day, and another blog note.... not going to bad so far, finding plenty to blog about....

Yesterday the mighty ManU took on the minnows of Chelsea at the Virbant / Noisy ground that is Stamford bridge, well vibrant and noisy as long as its full of United fans.... couldn't hear a thing from the blues.... Anyhow I digress..... Uniteds reserve team did well to hold Chelsea allstars to a nil-nil, taking them back to OT in a couple of weeks time, where hopefully they will finish the job off..... How funny it was though to see that Mourinho's training in being an English club manager has neared completion, at the end of the game he whinged about the referee like and old pro from out wonderful league..... (i.e. just like Ferguson / Wenger / Aladyce and co....)

Bring on the Scousers at the weekend.... hopefully another 3 points in the bag....

Thank the lords their back.......

So another few days has passed, and the world has tilted marginally off balance on to return steadfastly back into place early today (and it had precious little to do with the earthquake).....

Dear reader let me explain, I mention in my profile that one of the families favourite pastimes is the sport (?) of Geocaching this sees us out most weekends hunting down a lunchbox previously hidden by someone else as a kind of treasure hunt. Nothing so far earth shattering about this you would htink, well hold on I am getting to the good stuff, in order to find and track these lunchboxes full of goodies you must first know where they are hidden, in comes the aforementioned (and linked website) the US based www.geoaching.com, who for no recompense, allow the hiders of said lunchboxes to to list where they have hidden the boxes (or caches) so that others may log onto the site and take the details before heading off in search of the box. Still all very simple, well yes and no, The site is owned by Americans, whilst we the British still like to have our own level of control, so imagine the uproar when the US moderators stepped in to dispute the viability of several caches that had been placed to allow donations of money to the charities involved in the relief efforts required after the Tsunami..... well the end result was the loss of our two approver / moderators, and the world tilted off its axis....... Then today after much more infighting amongst others, the mods were happiliy returned to their rightful position of overseers of all we do in the UK.... not sure how many apologies were forthcoming to them from elsewhere, but I sit thankful that they haver returned......

Maybe now, with the world back on its even keal we can go out and find some lunchboxes.....

3 of the 4 of us ! 

When is a Blog not a Blog....

Thinking up titles for these things is going to prove tedious.... Never one for using a word when a sentence will do means that I am never going to be short of a word or two to say.... Still, if you are happy enough to read this junk, I am happy enough to type it in.......

Still playing with the format on the page as others I have seen have done a much more professional job of it than I can do as yet..... probably won't tell anyone that it exists until such time as I like the look of it......

Mike

So far so good.....

So I decided the Family CookieCrew should start up their own online Blog, can't say it will be to interesting but you never know ! The Blogger software looks easy to use, and probably has enough bells and whistles for a technical wizard, however as I am closer to a technical idiot it has more than enough for me.....

Thats it for now maybe more later.....