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Read here about my favourite postman, who no doubt rode a bike once or twice.It feels like months since I’ve written anything here, and, strangely, it is. Not that I haven’t been writing, more that I haven’t really felt like blogging for a while.I started a writing course at Hagley on the weekend, and so far so good, and there is a need to keep not one, but two diaries. A reading diary and a writing diary. I’ll probably do at least some of that here, rather than do it longhand. Or perhaps I will post works in progress, I don’t know. Some things the world doesn’t really need to read, and half baked sh / wr/ ite is one of them.Anyway for the first time in ages it felt good to write, interesting, fun even. So long may it last, and I’m sure the reading diary will make interesting material. More to follow soon

It’s funny when you go back and revisit something how you discover you enjoy it just as much as the first time around. Such it is with Mr Scruff and Spandex Man. Like Blackpool Roll and Get a Move on, these songs just have an energy about them that I really like. The website is fantastic.

Tired of the mo thing yet? I went to check the mo in the photo nooth today and mo and behold, there was growth … an extra eyebrow, another nose, few more teeth . Some may have the power of the third eye, but for me it’s the power of the all seeing, hairy-caterpillar third eyebrow. Having four nostrils to pick will mean i eventually grow four index fingers – will go well with ma banjo-pickin thumbs

And strangely enough if you google third eyebrow, this is one of the entries: a beat boxing flute man with a mobile eyebrow. Go figure…

Time to stop fluffing round – apparently there are rules for Movember – no joining of the handlebars or the sideburns with the mo… Ticklers are allowed, but again, no joining. The month of grooming the tache I can handle, but the conversations are already hitting a mow point… (argh) My brain is in slow mo (aaarrrggghh!) [Sound of keyboard crunched by forehead].

Ah well, 25 days to go. Pictures tomorrow…

Man, I shouldn’t have had that sausage at the Brighton Neighbourhood week gala this morning. It must have had that Nutty Professor / Klumps Favourite sauce. I thought I was seeing things when the man with the parrot on his shoulder gave me the once-over …

I thought things were going to get out of hand when the man in the black car (with partner / kids in the back) rolled his window down to yell back off **** to the fella in the Mazda 323, but I wasn’t expecting day 3 of movember to end up with me looking like this!! PhotoBooth is fun.

Despite assurances and (faked) indignation, the lady selling the neenish tarts hadn’t included a single drop of condensed milk in the recipe. ugh. Dreaded mock cream imitation. $2.50 – ow!! Kathy reliably informs me all was redeemed when the carrot muffins passed muster … one-all lady, see you next gala!

So that’s the klumps. What’s up with the glurmp? Glurmp is a ditty I slapped together – you can find it at MySpace, along with a couple of others…

Still Tessa enjoyed the puppet show and I wandered about and we got some nice photos. And we bumped into Steve and Sarah and Iris which is always a blast. Imagine seeing facebook buddies in real life.

More later / maybe / …