For some reason, I just can't seem to produce something positive/worth reading in this blog anymore. My negative, depressed side seems to come out when writing in English. And although this is very interesting in psychological terms, as it probably points towards the general frame of being in the UK as the reason for my bad moods, that is not the point.
The point is, I'm a bit bored of this blog. I can't think of anything interesting to write in it. I've even thought about turning it into a photoblog, but somehow... not. (Samuel Jackson becomes Shaft as I'm writing this, how bizarre. Here I am, talking about the need to re-invent this blog, and an actor puts up a mean, exciting look on the TV).
Why don't I just shut it down? Well, besdides the millions of loyal fans that will be disapointed, I still feel the need to write in it, as I'm doing now. Even if I have nothing to write about, I still feel the need to write about having nothing to write about. Perhaps this blog will have a place one day on a research piece about the art of writing for prolonged periods of time without actually writing anything.
But hey, not all is lost. As I found out today, even shit can look nice.
How about that... Well, I think so.
4 dropped in:
That's a lot of shit...!
Is it fish shit?
Erm, it's seagull shit. For some reason, when the tide is low in Kingsbarns, all the birds come out and shit all over the plave where the high tide would normally cover with water.
Maybe they've realised that they're able to increase the amount of fish they eat, since the fish will eat the shit when the tide comes, they will get fatter and have more offsprings, therefore the seagulls will eat more and have more offsprings too that will, in turn, shit more and so on.
Or maybe it's just when they shit. Has anyone ever done a PhD on the shitting habits of seagulls in relation to the tide times?
Too much time in this place, I tell you...
Yo chum
Pics or words -by George!- (get it? Drumroll please). Makes no difference to me cuz both r fab. Loved meeting u again the other day and needless to say u cheered me up, which was good as I had just experienced the afternoon from hell.
In other news: my rock and the ever fading midnight sun (due to climate change n all that)await u.
Btw. decided to name my book "Roy" after the late black-clad modern day tragic hero mr. Orbison, if anyone should decide to publish the blasted thing at some point. Again, u and ur folks warmed my eskimo heart the other day :)
Hugs
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