dear the internet
how are you? Have you been doing anything interesting lately?
I will get to the point
Sundays contain many things, one of them I'm afraid is the phenomenon of been rudely awaken then your head crammed with the thoughts of yesteryear. only to be confronted my my idiotic fridge with its exclamation of "there's no fucking milk in ere!". A mind could fall apart when tortured by the awful notion of U.H.T. or Ultra Heated Typhoid milk. Coffee really should have the texture of the local dog track going down the throat. After this hounding event designed to disappoint my fair frame went straight for the Gulliver or sink to you types. dishes broken and left on the floor it was time to leave the house.
I went into the bedroom having not even explained that I wasn't leaving for sometime, this was due to having a jolly good argument with 'me ol man ('my' for the people who can't read colloquialisms)' father. We argued about everything, it was so magical... "No!" and i would reply "but why" and other classics like "where did you get that from?", only to be shot down with "Muuurrgghhh (sound of a groan with a up curled lip)".
Anyway back to the boudoir.
I went toward the computer and switched it on.
Many tapings' were had, looking at all the pretty colours I found a trap, covered with the face of children and moral outrage. with this in mind it was off to the merry shops wearing a cunning coat (how else will I get past security?). Inside there were good of every kind, double eggs, leaf pie, danish bacon, the lot and even blatent disregard for safety (my personnel favourite). with my grocery in tow it was off back homestead eager to bore slowly into a gentle lull. so here's to the weeks end and all that sail on her.
your friend
Dr Populus M.D.
Sunday 14 March 2010
Friday 12 March 2010
my first blog
hello interweb,
this is Dr David Populus speaking directly from the discomfort of a wooden chair. i have decided to try one of these blog efforts in the hope that it may be read by people, thus in turn make me beyond stuck in the bedroom. if you do choose to read this and find a distinct lack of capitalisation (english spelling thank you), this is due to sheer laze on my part.
having never written about anything at all personal, i imagine one should start right smack bang in the middle of the start, thats right the beginning (thought you could evade my little grammar trick, but no i have you hanging asunder upon a tree, tears streaming from your eyes). in the beginning there was clouds and postman pat, these were mixed with anger and an ever approaching floor. much time passes, at this point i am me, a small boy feverish for life's prospects. these hopes are dashed in favour of the drilling of root vegetables into my youthful gullet twinned with "NO" (looks like capitals are here, may as well use them) . The third stage if there was one was a great shame which was very banana-like in scent, on inspection could be banana yoghurt but i can't say in any certainy. fourthly there is some more but this exercise could take all day.
All you fiends need to know is that I am a doctor, yes a medical doctor. if I were to tell you in what I may not be bothered, to be honest I am working as a consultant (no details sorry, these web fellows are doubtful to say the least. i'm afraid this is only short, mainly because of the unwanted attention from the neighbours cat. Away moggy or it may be dinnertime and knocks on my door "have you seen our cat?" and I say yes he's eating dinner and say that it is terribly rude. so to all you on this network of idiots and people with nothing to do.
your friend
Dr Populus
this is Dr David Populus speaking directly from the discomfort of a wooden chair. i have decided to try one of these blog efforts in the hope that it may be read by people, thus in turn make me beyond stuck in the bedroom. if you do choose to read this and find a distinct lack of capitalisation (english spelling thank you), this is due to sheer laze on my part.
having never written about anything at all personal, i imagine one should start right smack bang in the middle of the start, thats right the beginning (thought you could evade my little grammar trick, but no i have you hanging asunder upon a tree, tears streaming from your eyes). in the beginning there was clouds and postman pat, these were mixed with anger and an ever approaching floor. much time passes, at this point i am me, a small boy feverish for life's prospects. these hopes are dashed in favour of the drilling of root vegetables into my youthful gullet twinned with "NO" (looks like capitals are here, may as well use them) . The third stage if there was one was a great shame which was very banana-like in scent, on inspection could be banana yoghurt but i can't say in any certainy. fourthly there is some more but this exercise could take all day.
All you fiends need to know is that I am a doctor, yes a medical doctor. if I were to tell you in what I may not be bothered, to be honest I am working as a consultant (no details sorry, these web fellows are doubtful to say the least. i'm afraid this is only short, mainly because of the unwanted attention from the neighbours cat. Away moggy or it may be dinnertime and knocks on my door "have you seen our cat?" and I say yes he's eating dinner and say that it is terribly rude. so to all you on this network of idiots and people with nothing to do.
your friend
Dr Populus
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