Monday, 3 March 2008

Oh, and . . .

. . . in answer to your query, Suz Blog - with its whiff of incredulity - yep, indeed, some people do 'take pleasure in collecting bits of glass from our sea shore'. Strange (possibly), but undoubtedly true. Takes all sorts. Life's rich tapestry 'n' all that. I've lived in Saaf London, and Norf London and latterly in West London, and now I live on an island in Essex and pick up odd things I find on the beach. Funny old world. Thanks for the link, anyway.

5 comments:

Greg Dunn said...

Yeah, but no but, yeah but no but.......

The laughter of fools is like the crackling of thorns under the cooking pot. 'Nuff said.

Reluctant Blogger said...

Oooh I think I would feel a bit narked about that! Some of these people take themselves and their blogs a wee bit too seriously.

Still, I guess the link might bring all sorts of "interesting" political blogging types over to your site. I bet you can't wait!

I had never come across the Brit Blog round-up before. They had better make sure they never pick on me or there will be trouble!! I shall borrow some of your beach glass and start lobbing it at them.

Juliet said...

Greg - Thanks. And you're, like, sooo poetic, innit.

RB - You most certainly won't - my beach glass is FAR too pretty to lob at people!! Oyster shells are plentiful and would be much more lethal - I'll send you some of those instead. (And I think you'll be safe from being picked on if you don't join Brit Blog or Zimbio or any of the other blog groups - it's a hazard of self-publicity, unfortunately!)

uphilldowndale said...

And what would they make of me, I collect things like sheep skulls on my walks,I carry a poly bag just in case I find something interesting, it was a delicate mole skeleton the other week
http://uphilldowndale.wordpress.com
/2008/01/09/lazy-wind/

Juliet said...

UHDD - well I hate to admit it, but there's a skull collection here as well. In a couple of boxes in the garage (everything from robins to seals and deer). I'm afraid I have to draw the line somewhere, however, and while I suppose they have an 'educational' value, I don't find them aesthetically appealing enough to display around the house! They're nothing to do with me, though - I'm far too squeamish to go picking up skulls or skeletons in poly bags, and I have had a few unfortunate olfactory experiences with such items which had not been, shall we say, entirely vacated by their previous occupants before they were brought home from holidays . . .