1601, Yell, hibu, and video recorder death...

Today is one of those days when I’m at a complete loss to know what to write about. It’s not really surprising as this is my sixteen hundred and first post. Don’t worry; I’m not going to bore you with word counts again, but it is getting pretty difficult to find something new to relate.

I guess this is just another slow news day on What a Wonderful Life; no new 70’s celebrities have been accused of salaciousness or impropriety, the garden continues to grow at its own speed, the weather is unremarkable, and, whilst there is plenty of news going on in the world, the thing that keeps popping into my head is that hibu has changed its name back to Yell. No surprise there really, but not really enough to make much of a difference to this once great company. Oh to be a visualiser in those heady, early days once more. If only I could remember every moment and every prank.

Sometimes I think that my head is as full of holes as hibu’s business plan must be. There has to be more inside it than I’ve told you already, and all I can think is that much of its contents are slipping away into nothing. I wonder if, as I gasp my last breath, it’ll all come flooding back? Every moment of my life presented to me in an instant like my old 80’s video recorder (a VCR that cost a months wages and weighed a couple of stone) on an incredibly fast forward.

First gasp to last gasp in a second or two.

I wonder what I’ll think of it when I see it all lumped together in an Eamonn Andrews moment?

Not a lot Eric?

See, I told you I had no idea what to write about today and whenever that happens the oddest thoughts pop out of my pen… which is actually a keyboard, but you get my drift.

And with that I’ll drift off for another day.