The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

I’ve just noticed in the Norn Iron Blog Ring that what are considered to be the top 5 most active members are in fact the ones who have received the most referrals from other lesser mortals in the ring promoting them to the high status of ‘most active’. Strange way to read stats if you ask me… but then… they probably wouldn’t ask me!

Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, the seventh walks in front pants full of contraband…

and it’s

hey Dave the customs are waiting for yoohoo…

Last night I dreamed of making toasted sandwiches after not having eaten for days. All the food I had was 4 slices of bread, some cheese and an onion. I just happened to have a toastie machine handy too. I hope it wasn’t the one that was in the cupboard here when I moved in. Covered in greasy scum that had mildewed and moulded until it had a life of it’s own, I picked it up with the coal tongs and put it in the bin. Now it’s come back to haunt my dreams. Weak with hunger I sliced the cheese and onion and put the sandwiches in the toastier maker. Beats me why I didn’t just eat them raw. I could smell the cheese melting with that hint of onion and after five minutes they seemed to be ready. I opened the jaws of toastie heaven only to find that they were cooked on top and still raw on the bottom, only one hot plate was working but the heat had made everything stick to the bottom plate in a soggy mush. I woke up after that so I have no idea what happened. I think yesterdays conversations of nuclear holocaust and going to bed hungry may have triggered the imagination to think toasties but who knows, the mind is a strange domain.

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Try it.

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