tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38757887449265922232011-07-07T23:05:43.265-07:00Even IdlerKevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00229734652007623980noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875788744926592223.post-500913335461511492010-01-22T02:34:00.000-08:002010-01-22T03:30:56.257-08:00<div>Sorry I haven't been at the blogface for a while folks. Things to do, people to see, crosswords to finish, chord sequences to practice. And more...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My friends (and Kaz) will tell you that I'm a cold blooded logical scientist and haven't got a romantic bone in my body, but they couldn't be more wrong. I've just been working on the most romantic, life affirming project of my life but sadly it hasn't gone to plan. I'm loathe to tell the World about it but I think I have to tell SOMEONE to unburden this aching hurt that fills my soul so you, dear reader, are the unfortunate recipient of this sad news.</div><br /><div>As you know, Kaz and I have a regular "arangement" which I've become increasingly frustrated with - she doesn't realize it but I'd like us to become a proper "item" like ordinary people instead of this bizarre John Alderton-Pauline Collins life that we have been living.</div><div></div><br /><div>Obviously being Kaz the Harridan of Accrington I can't just ask her outright - she'd laugh me out of court and say something all "Victoria Wood" like "Dint thee be saft thee girt lummox!". I had to do something she would see as more subtle, original and romantic to cut through that steely Northern exterior to the burning heart I know is within. So I came up with a plan.</div><br /><div>Six months ago I hear that Albert along the corridor along from me at the flats was leaving and his flat was about to become vacant. I immediately started working on Kaz to persuade her to exchange and move upstairs because this was going to be <strong>vital for my plan</strong> - fortunately she took the bait and the other week moved in.</div><br /><div>Once the date of the move was set my plans went into overdrive. I drew out a large chunk of my paltry Teacher's savings and contacted a Manchester Agency to produce a bus-side advert specifically for the Magic Bus which goes past the flats - I can't tell you how much this cost!</div><br /><div>Finally on the day of the move, I spent 2 hours travelling back and forward on the upper deck of the bus looking up whistfully and pointing down at the advert as it passed the flats.</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jesC0jSstTY/S1mKs_BGeCI/AAAAAAAAABw/07nsVMguthU/s1600-h/patterns+009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 519px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429523331206772770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jesC0jSstTY/S1mKs_BGeCI/AAAAAAAAABw/07nsVMguthU/s320/patterns+009.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Was she swept off her feet? Was she gob-smacked with the audacity of romance?</div><div> </div><div>No. She was pre-occupied with a burnt sausage that had been placed in her oven (not a metaphor I'm afraid) and didn't see the result of my labours at all.</div><div> </div><div>I don't know what to do now readers. What do you suggest?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3875788744926592223-50091333546151149?l=kevs-secret-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00229734652007623980noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875788744926592223.post-89935056433467140852007-11-08T01:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T01:41:06.515-08:00Well, you'll be glad to hear I'm back from MRI after being savaged by Tony Robinson from downstairs. I don't know WHAT rattled her cage!!!<br /><br />Sometimes the path of true love isn't as straightforward as it is in the folk songs I like to serenade her with.<br /><br />We've got so much in common, you see. Music is just one thing. She LOVES my folk music and also is a bit of a fan of Northern Soul, although we both detest that fat pillock Maconie and love wonderful Chris Evans. In fact "Folk and/or Soul" is a kind of mantra between us, as she often shouts upstairs as a parting greeting "you miserable Folk and/or Soul".<br /><br />But there IS something between us, and I'm not just talking about the 4 RSJ's and 2 layers of ceiling plaster. I'm certain Kaz is in a unique position to recognise the chemistry between us.<br /><br />This is it:<br /><br />CnH2n+1OH<br /><br />Anyway, last time we were in Barcelona I saw her secretly taking pictures of this:<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKx0fNQMLYo/RzGzcIiIKbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wL7d7SHzPig/s400/barca+oct+07" /><br /><br />Does anyone know what she's up to?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3875788744926592223-8993505643346714085?l=kevs-secret-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00229734652007623980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875788744926592223.post-64831045976091807052007-11-06T09:47:00.000-08:002008-12-09T01:41:06.638-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jesC0jSstTY/RzCrthVH3EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd93KQZ4YrE/s1600-h/Willie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129788774104423490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jesC0jSstTY/RzCrthVH3EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zd93KQZ4YrE/s320/Willie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, who would have believed it?!</div><br /><div>Two Years old today, and Kaz <strong>STILL</strong> hasn't rumbled the fact that I'm posting daily about our lives and doings. </div><div> </div><div>She can be a bit slow on the uptake, sometimes. She thought "Willie Nelson" was a wrestling hold, for example. I think it may be the Sauvingnon Blanc which she has stashed 48 bottles deep in her flat upstairs.</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, she has almost found this URL before but never quite got it right.</div><div> </div><div>Here's a song I've written for her:</div><div> </div><div>Oh the Deadwood stage is coming on over the hill</div><div>I'm off to Spain with a friend of Kaz's called Jill</div><div>I've got an eye for the Birds</div><div>In so many Words</div><div>It's whip crackaway</div><div>whip crackaway</div><div>whip crackaway!</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, nowt as queer as folk, as they say opp 'ere.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3875788744926592223-6483104597609180705?l=kevs-secret-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00229734652007623980noreply@blogger.com5