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Oh Boe! Dog Sitting Day: A Clicky-Led Shamble

Okay Clicky, you’re fidgeting. I know it’s strange having to take a Tuesday off just for dog sitting but what’s on your mind? You can tell Roobee…

Uh-huh… we watched that episode last night together… Hark! That was a clever twist, Capt Jack is the Face of Boe… 😉

Heh! I hope you’ve got a whole wardrobe full of coats, my friend, ‘cos I’m in punny mood this morning… Was it the mention of vanity that’s piquing at your brain?

Abel masc. proper name, in Old Testament, second son of Adam and Eve, from Hebrew Hebhel, literally “breath,” also “vanity.”

Abel? He was the meat eater, wasn’t he? The other one was the Veggie…

Oh I quite agree, Clicky, these machine politicians are quite ugly in their zeal to transform the world into their own image…

vanity (n.)c. 1200, “that which is vain, futile, or worthless,” from Old French vanite “self-conceit; futility; lack of resolve” (12c.), from Latin vanitatem (nominative vanitas) “emptiness, aimlessness; falsity,” figuratively “vainglory, foolish pride,” from vanus “empty, vain, idle” (see vain). Meaning “self-conceited” in English is attested from mid-14c. Vanity table is attested from 1936. Vanity Fair is from “Pilgrim’s Progress” (1678).

Idle? There’s a man who has a theory about that 😉 He wrote me an email…

“Thanks for leaving a link to Idle Theory. It is indeed “very Benthamesque”. But I replaced the greatest happiness for the greatest number with the greatest idleness for the greatest number. Idleness is (in principle) a measurable quantity, while happiness is not. I suppose I think of ‘happiness’ as being ‘happen-ness’ or ‘what happens’, and it’s only in their idle time that people are open to anything ‘happening’ in a ‘happy’ way. The rest of the time they’re too busy doing something more or less completely determined. Something like that, anyway.”

So thoughtful of him to reply and elucidate… you could have chosen a better image though, Click, those boots look like they could do with a clean…

Oh this is about that tweet we clicked smirk* on this morning…*

I spent a lot of time shambling K2 last year, Clicky… it was before I realised you even existed 😉

Ha! Clicky, The first British film idol that pops up in that series of films is CAINE…

idol (n.)mid-13c., “image of a deity as an object of (pagan) worship,” from Old French idole “idol, graven image, pagan god,” from Late Latin idolum “image (mental or physical), form,” used in Church Latin for “false god,” from Greek eidolon “appearance, reflection in water or a mirror,” later “mental image, apparition, phantom,” also “material image, statue,” from eidos “form” (see -oid). Figurative sense of “something idolized” is first recorded 1560s (in Middle English the figurative sense was “someone who is false or untrustworthy”). Meaning “a person so adored” is from 1590s.

Steady on now, Clicky, I’m pretty sure any Shadow Pharming Minister, would be appalled at that suggestion…

***Oh there’s no talking to you today rolls eyes … Have a Song…***

The Post I Forgot to Name

So I thought I’d re-watch last week’s episode of Doctor Who, before watching tonight’s second half…

That’s the prologue, Clicky. I don’t have time to watch the Prologue… ‘The Witch’s Familiar’ starts in a couple of hours and shambles can take ages to prepare… Oh, you’ve put in all the links…Cheers, Click!

This is a synchromystic shamble so is probably not going to make much sense to most people, but hear goes 😉

The previous season of Doctor Who was so syncy. We spent hours and hours knot-eye-sing the syncs on Merovee last year. So this new season was much anticipated. However, even I was surprised that the opening shot was of smoke…

And there was a plane firing lasers…

A war.

People do have their heads in the clouds when it comes to the ‘denormalisation‘ of smokers, Click… the mandated hatred has WHOly religious overtones… now, can I get on, time is clicking on titters…

A child (‘Save the Boy’ theme from ‘The Zero Theorem’) runs away through the smoke, lost and is made to stop by a black angel…

Who is promptly grabbed and pulled into a black hole…

Hand mines …

Lost, but what’s this…

Ah, vaping the great alternative to smoking, Click 😉

The boy picks it up…

Clicky, 50 is L which is Lever and how many feet and hands in that image?

Not a Library then, Clicky, Lol… Highlighting a mix and a muddle (how shambolic 😉 with technology. That’s pure Hugo…

guffaw Well done Click knot-eye-sing the 15 (IS) year program… you’re so sneaky Clicky hiding stuff like that… but no one get’s it you know..

Well D’Uh! I’ve been hanging around with you for like…ever 😉 Please Click, it’s… twenty to fucking twelve!!! OMG! I missed the show. Stop messing about now, post the images and no hiding stuff. Honestly, who in their right mind chooses a flippin’ chatty dolphin as an assistant…

Click, I saw what you did there squint* Stop it!*

That’s enough for now. I’ve got a date with iPlayer. Damn it, I haven’t even got to the syncs with ‘Essex’ and ‘Dude!’

Undoubtedly Clicky, now have a Song…

Wales with Laughter

“Have you seen this?” Thoughtful Man handed a small fat book. Something had tickled him; there were tears in his eyes.

“‘Passport to the European Union’? Where did you get this?” I turned the cover to read ‘This is not a travel document!’. I felt the ‘Duh!’ on my lips.

Thoughtful Man grabbed it back, eager to get me to the right place. “It’s Kit’s. He was given it at Junior school. I found it in the drawer. Dated 2012, so probably for the Olympics.” He thumbed through the pages. “Look, start here at the UK and read the famous people listed.”

“David Beckham, Paul McCartney and William Shakespeare. Okay?” I looked up expectantly.

“There are separate entries for England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales, too. England’s next.” He flipped the page.

I could see the amusement on Thoughtful Man’s face but couldn’t figure out the reason. “Newton, Rowling and Foster. Scientist, author and architect. That’s a good mix. What’s so funny?”

He winked. “Now Scotland.”

I turned the page.

“Wait.” He hugged the book to his chest and skipped a page. “Now Northern Ireland,” he said, handing the book back to me.

His obvious mirth was infectious and I started smiling though I didn’t really know why. “Now,” he intoned gravely, “guess which famous people they listed for Wales.”

“Dunno. Dylan Thomas. Richard Burton. Bertrand Russell?” My eyes skipped down to the page.

“Fireman Sam!” Thoughtful Man could contain the laughter no more and out it bellowed. “Only Fireman Fucking Sam.”

“Only Huw Fucking Edwards! Double whammy!” I could feel the crow’s feet dig into the plumpness of my cheeks, drawing them up tight to make room for the grin that engulfed the the lower half of my face.

“If I were Welsh, I’d be furious. Fireman Sam?” Thoughtful Man shook his head. “Ha. I wonder who they listed for Germany.” He wandered off, book in hand.

Oh hello, Clicky, I forgot you were there. Have a Song…

Zip Zip Zooray – The Sun Came Out Yesterday

Frank Davis wrote the most interesting blog about the abolition of fire…

No, Clicky, that’s the poster for the new collection Thoughtful Man discovered at Cash & Dash’s shop today…

I know! £4.99 for a Zippo lighter. That’s not bad if I can limited him to just the one…

Oh dear yes, Clicky, it can be expensive loving Anarchivist especially one with a fetish for anything American…

Anyway, I thought it a cute sync, the ‘History of Fire’ when Frank writes about the ‘Abolition of Fire’…

My funeral outfit? Fifty shades of grey indeed, Clicky… although it was pressed… you couldn’t even show an image of it ironed and, you know, on…?

That good, eh? Keep this up Clicky and you’ll find out just how scary I can be… Dumey’s has an attic now, you know… I’ll send you back…

Okay then… You know there’s a sync also with the name of the £4.99 Zippo lighter with yesterday and today, Click…Florentine, as in from Florence…

Florence chief city of Tuscany, also a fem. proper name, both from Latin Florentia, fem. of Florentius, literally “blooming,” from florens (genitive florentis), present participle of florere “to flower” (see flourish). The city name is from Roman Colonia Florentia, “flowering colony,” either literal or figurative, and became Old Italian Fiorenze, modern Italian Firenze.

How do you solve the problem of tobacco smokers when you have a zero-tolerance to tobacco…? I’ll be honest, Clicky, past experience does not bode well…

Never mind, Click, it was so lovely to be with friends and family yesterday… and Mother certainly sorted some decent weather out for us fellow smokers 😉 Have a Song…

Hey! Jude Obscured By Clouds…

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A Scooby Snax for the first Dear Reader to post Hey Jude in the comments. Can’t say fairer than that 😉

Who Vs WHO: Who’s Who and What’s What… What?

The new series of Doctor Who returns on 19th September and then there’s Sherlock at Christmas…. ah, I miss Moffat…

Clicky! A purple spider, thank you. Purple is my PPE… I must say, Steven Moffat is entirely right when he says:

“You know in some ways, I think Mark [Gatiss] has got a point when he says that however good you imagine [the crossover], it would be almost better in your imagination than it would be if the two grand old egotists actually met,” he added.

I have a theory that people obey the WHO because they’ve grown up watching Doctor Who save humanity on a Saturday evening tea-time since it was…

… in black and white, Click. I caught the Who bug with No.3 and the spiders… you know, when he regenerated into…

…jelly baby man, yes No.4, Click.

Yes, yes, Clicky, there’s probably a reason for that… makes Wales look good, I dunno. Now stop distracting me, I was talking about the WHO…

It was founded practically single-handedly by a man, Clicky…

‘Doctor to the World’

Perhaps he though Santa was Satan, Clicky, some people do 😉 Now let me get on…

My Y’ello friend Mhehed Zherting sent me an e-cig link this morning…

‘What’s interesting is that The Lancet revealed this “information” in an anonymous editorial rather than a proper article. Of course it’s impossible to be sure who wrote this, because it’s anonymous, but it is an editorial. That means it was probably written by the editor, and The Lancet’s editor is one Richard Horton.’

As far as Simon Chapman goes, yeah he really is a nob…

Now if only Vapers could be convinced to stop acting like ex-smokers (i.e. sanctimonious twats) and realise for one minute that using Tobacco Control ‘harm reduction facts’ against smokers will not help them in the long run…

That’s right, Click, remember… Sat 19th September 2015 on BBC1 😉

Oh give it a rest, Clicky. Have a Song…

‘Cos the play’s the thing… innit?

The swords arrived in pristine order. So well packed in fact, it felt criminal to destroy the artistry…

WTF! Clicky, that’s a personal, private photo and you’ve… squint* …You’ve fucking numbered it! You cheeky bastard! Oh my fucking word…*

I don’t care, that photo is a joke; I look awful…

Click…

Thoughtful man and I were having cross words, this moaning... I told Leg Iron about it...

Moanings when we have to do something or go anywhere are the wurst; we have very different ideas about time Thoughtful Man and I...

We'd had a couple of skirmishes... steely words on steely words but I'd managed to wear him down with my cheeriness until...

So I went upstairs to get ready to go out and it was as I was brushing my teeth that I noticed:

1. My hair looked kinda wild and curly in the bathroom mirror...

2. I had a red face and baggy eyes...

3. I was wearing a stripe up my arm...

4. I was wearing yellow... sorta...

And then I remembered No.5...

So I plucked a sword from the boys' bedroom wall and went downstairs to pose for him...à la The Bride...

I must have got him a good one across the gut because he was holding his sides...

… you are the absolute pits! No, Clicky, it’s just not on posting my photo like that… what the fuck are you laughing at now?

What the Blazes! Taking an arrow to the née

Following last night’s burning shamble about my surname, a story about a horse called Blaze appeared on my T-wittier feed this morning…

Clicky, it’s so strange. As I was telling Hugo, I just bought some swords from Legs…

The swords are a birthday gift for Kit Bisto, my nipper who’s into all things Japanese. He’s a Bonner…

Bonfire, that’s right Clicky. But he’s only half Bonner; the other half comes from me 😉 From the Top…

Middle…

Bottom…

That’s right, my boys may be Bonners but they have She-won genes 😉

I know, Clicky! At the same time as I was telling Hugo about the swords and Blaze, Merovee Frank was putting up a new post that features a windmill…

squint Having fun extracting the Michael, Clicky? … Here, have a Song

A rose by any other name would smell as… Hang on, can anyone smell burning?

Clicky! It’s Friday night, I’ve finished work until September… let’s party like teachers…

Yesterday I saw my name, quite unexpectedly on an article at the Slog.

A Thoughful Man reckons our name comes from ‘debonaire‘. He might be right but it also has other meanings…

‘The Bonner surname can be derived from a town in Scotland; or it can mean a chain of hills; hills for tillage; or, the hill of slaughter.’

Indeed, Clicky, a shamble is a device used by witches to detect and amplify magic… elsewhere it was a place to butcher and sell meat…

Ha! Also yesterday, Clicky, from ‘Passing English of the Victorian Era’, a gift received from my Y’Ello good friend Mhehed Zherting… I lost my virginity to a boy named Hatton, you know…

What was I saying? Ah yes, ‘Bonfire of the Vanities‘ by Tom Wolfe is the ‘quintessential novel of the 1980s’.

I haven’t read the book but I have seen the film version by Brian Depalma…

Yeah, that opening shot is probably the best bit of the film, Clicky…

Good thinking, Clicky…

And the day before, Hugo was posting burning man stories and images on Merovee. Last year Hugo brought us a Superb ‘Owl Burn-a-Debt with Bruno Mars (Roma Burns) sync 😉