and to make matters I've eaten too many Bassetts allsorts and have a tummy ache now. But I'll still pass the jar on the way to bed I'm sure!!! I think I might just eat the rest and then they are all gone. Well they will be, it'll just mean I'll have to start on the Cadbury mishapes. All those sweets seemed a good idea when I bought them. I mean you see a Cadbury shop at one of these outlet shopping places and well you have to buy something. And besides it took me 2 hours to get there (it was the Clarks Village in Street in Somerset. Near Glastonbury if you need a reference point) and I got lost twice. So I couldn't go home without buying something. And makes up for the whole 45 minutes I spent there.

I digress, again. So chocolate galore. Weeks of rubbish and no proper meals. Oh well...

Oh and one last thing, stopped off at Cerne Abbas and saw the giant with the big cock. So that made my day!!! I'll post a pic when I get round to uploading them..

I was wrong, the update was just a 'flash in the pan' you could say. As nothing happened after that. Oh well, NEXT...

There is something to be said about local radio. Not sure what it is, but there is something. No, but seriously, my local radio station does a good round of what they cool 'school days' of a Friday night. So if you are one of those hermit kind of people, like me at the moment, then its just a nice way to spend an evening. 80s tunes on the radio, a nice packet of revels and I'm set up for the weekend. I've even been known to sing along and dance around the lounge.

A bit of Rick Astley and Samantha Fox. And what is even better is when you can actually remember the words, despite not even liking the song when it was out originally. But there is something about hearing the songs after all this time. Takes me back to my teens. Life was care free.

You remember them, days before relationships, before the mortgage and bills. Long before I had to pay my own council tax, my own leccy bill, HUGE gas bills, washing your own clothes and cooking your own dinner. (Hoorah for Mums.)

Well I'll drift off to some Duran Duran now and let you good folks get back to your interesting life. Although if you are on Blog land like me, perhaps you are listening to your own local station too. Welcome back to the 80s...

I said no more posts tonight, but you know, once you get started, its like the runaway train, it just doesn't stop until you crash or Steve McQueen lands on the roof and miraculously saves the day. But seeing as Steve McGQueen has been dead a good few years, I don't think that will happen. And I can't see one of the model looking film stars these days doing anything as 'tough' as that. So I will carry on...

What was the subject...

Oh yes. I have a confession and I wil stand for this. My name is cjbobdog and I am a Deal or No Deal addict. There I have said it. I am so ashamed, how can I look anyone in the face again. Sobs uncontrollably.

Actually, wind back a few sentences. Ashamed, well no I'm not, its actually great entertainment and how much can you get into it. AND I'm not the only one, I know of at least 2 other people that like it and also that person that won 10 grand ringing in today. Oh and one of the people was a teacher, and they are supposed to be very sensible.

Noel Edmonds is a tad annoying sometimes and I am convinced that he jinxes the boxes, but its Noel isn't it. Swap Shop, House Party (we'll excuse him Mr Blobby) and he also told the BBC to go stick their contract where the old sun doesn't shine. Thats worth something in my book. Now if I could just close the Daily Mail down, that would be my work done. But I'll save that for another day. I digress...

So there you go, I like Deal or No Deal. Keeps me off the streets...for now...

I did get the reply to my apology, and it sounded positive. We'll see what happens...

I saw my good friend curiousityness had one, so I had to have one myself. How funny these are...

Get one yourself...

Thats all for tonight, more blogging coming up soon.

Well its been about an hour and there has been no reply to my latest apology for opening that gob of mine. I'd better go to bed. It's getting chilly and I can't be arsed to switch the boiler back on. Besides the prices British Gas charge these days, I cant afford to switch it back on.

Oh buggery, shit (can I say that on here?). This one was a friend but I was hoping it would be more. Sexy, handsome, sweet and a killer smile. Oh good one, you f'd it up again...

I've managed to do it again, offend a friend. Do you ever get those times when, whatever you say it either seems to come out the wrong way or somebody takes it the wrong way. Well I'm having one of those times right now. I have no idea why it keeps happening, but I'm kind of thinking I'll just keep my gob shut and say nothing. It might be easier than having to apologise for what I have just said. Perhaps more of the thinking it, but not actually saying it.

I'm not normally this kind of person, just lately I seem to become more outspoken about things. I'm doing it at work and so far I haven't actually got in trouble, but if I'm not careful it will happen, and god knows what the consequences will be. Is it a getting older thing? We tend to not care so much when we get older. Who knows...

Just have to put the old head into gear before the mouth gets going. Just for a while anyway, don't want it going the opposite way...

Anyway, back to Xanadu...

Just a very quick one tonight. I was in Brighton today and parked in an NCP car park. I was there about 4 1/2 hours and the car park cost me £10.80. Well I can tell you I almost fell off my feet. Well I thought that was bad, the couple next to me paid over £14.00!!! I have no words for it. I don't think I have EVER paid that much for parking.

OMG. Turned out to to be a pricey day trip.

Other than that it was a great day. I'll tell you about it soon...

I was just getting ready for the next thing on TV and up pops a party political broadcast. Its the Conservative party this time. Mr David Cameron chatting away and actually praised the Labour Party for things they had done. Well I almost fell off my feet.

But it got me thinking, what is policitics all about. Can anyone explain it to me. I feel like that woman on that programme the other night, you know the one with Jane Horrocks. Let me tell you about it if you had something better to do. She was a supermarket manager and ended up becoming the Prime Minister. All in an hour. But she had no idea what politics was about, and thats exactly how I feel. I mean the Torys have been in Bournemouth this week, I live there and had no idea they were coming!!! Perhaps I need to read the paper more, or watch the news. Perhaps its better to be oblivious to it. Perhaps there is no right answer...