A post a day...

So Google is fourteen and Andy Williams is dead. Just another day on planet Earth I guess. It causes me a bit of a dilemma though; which, if either topic, should I write about today?

That's the thing with regularly blogging, it isn’t about the words, words come easily enough, it’s what the words are about that seems to be my issue.

Yes, I seem to spend an awful lot of time wondering what my blog should be about, sometimes even hoping for something catastrophic to take place simply so that I can have something to write a few measly words about.

Talking of measly (Ron that is) there’s always J.K. Rowling’s new book. She’s a bit late to the 50 Shades party, although I kind of wish it had been she who had written the already infamous 50 rather than E. L. James. Children’s wizardry to adult fornication – expspankmeanus! Of course I’ve read neither, but the reviews of Casual Vacancy say that it’s an okay (if dull) read despite some of its themes – rape, self-harming, drug abuse; not much magic there. Mind you, J.K has always looked just a trifle pissed off to me, a bit of a misery - although God knows why given that she’s one of the most read authors on the planet and responsible for so many wand accidents… careful Harry it’ll take your eye out (the wand that is, this isn't 50).

So, Mr. Andy Williams has booted his pail. I don’t quite know what to say, you see he was the burglar who crept into the living room between Pot Black, Call My Bluff, Alias Smith and Jones, and Kelly Monteith. Just an American crooner really - and there were plenty of those to go around at the time with Perry and Bing - but as soon as his show came on I couldn’t not watch it. You see, his show had style – schmaltzy, polished, sanitised, pseudo-psychedelia in a ‘V’ neck sweater style - but definitely style. Cashmere. Of course, his show was of its time, so different from the Britain I remember in the late sixties and early seventies, which was grim and grey and unsatisfactory in so many ways. His show was clean and smiley, just like Andy. Yes, I liked it I think. I can even forgive him that last spinning dance, the Cookie Bear and The Flying Silverman Brothers... I can’t forgive him for the Osmonds though, the Osmonds are a curse on us all and Donny and Jimmy are the spawn of the devil. Mind you, he did introduce the U.K. to The Jacksons which seemed like a good thing at the time… pity the way it turned out.

And Google turns fourteen today, a nasty stage in any boys development. It’ll be interesting to see how Google grows up now that it’s reached puberty. Yes Google, you are misunderstood and it really is ‘not fair’; as any number of angsty Kevin’s would tell you. Perhaps you spend too much time watching porn… you’ll go blind you know.

There you go, another one done. I can get in with worrying about tomorrow’s now.