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Dealing Your Destiny.

Nice hands.

I am an atheist because of many different reasons. I find the logical advancement of a species, through countless evolutionary changes and adaptations, a far more comfortable theory than a purposeful design by an unfathomable Creator. To give myself to a historically inaccurate and subjective transfer of  unrecorded events seems dismissively simplistic considering the wealth of processing ability that the human brain possesses. While many of the teachings of all religions are admirable templates for a productive, socially aware and generous life, I believe that the founding principles of being a “good person” are a result of an inbuilt moral compass that is nurtured by society, but essentially a gift imbued by common sense and reasoned thought presented to, and by, the vast majority of all human beings. But these are not the strongest and most polarising reasons why I am an atheist.

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Between A Rock And A Hard-Nosed Place.

Feeling less than chipper.

I have never played golf.  Not proper golf.  I have flailed around like a hurricane embattled windmill on a seaside pitch and putt on a few occasions. I’ve also wondered how many real golf courses have to contend with negotiating a laughing pirate’s chomping jaws as I have on crazy golf, but I have never been to a real golf course to “play a round”.

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You Decide.

Just a very quick post. Once again I got myself into a Twitter argument. This was (unbelievably) about cats. I rescued a cat from under a skip and he now lives with my girlfriend. He is called Bernard. He is good at hiding. @tweetpina thinks her cat is better at hiding. I disagree.

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Talking Out Of My AIRhat©.

I thought this was genius, but I was wrong.

Late last night, I had an epiphany. While many waste away their hours sleeping, I was hard at work creating some unheralded genius.  This will, in very little time, make me millions of pounds. I will try to continue to be friendly with some of you, but when I am rich it will be hard to find the time to spend on others. I apologise if you are one of the worthless people I no longer choose to speak to.

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Lost For Words?

Write for yourself. It might help somebody.

It is not often that I am lost for words. Even if I can’t think of the most appropriate thing to say, I usually find something from somewhere. This weekend I was lost for words.

 I write my little blogs and articles for both myself and, if anyone is kind enough to read one, to entertain others. Occasionally I receive a comment on what I have written and I love that people get involved. This weekend I received an Email that took every word away from me. I have copied it below, after changing the names.

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The Brutality Of Ignorance.

The enlightened angry mob.

Last night I couldn’t sleep for a variety of reasons. I rarely go to sleep early and never have been able to. I often have issues rolling around in my mind that refuse to allow me to rest.  I usually listen to phone in radio shows to provide me with an insight into how other people think about the issues of the day, not to mention the tinfoil hatted conspiracy theorists. Often amusing, occasionally gripping and usually entertaining, I find myself drifting off to sleep with a smirk about the inner thought processes of the public at large.

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The End Of An Era.

Tackling the Dodgepot McDougals.

We are often separated from our friends.  Some we outgrow, some move onwards and upwards, some are snatched away from us.  I have covered that subject in previous posts. We find our friends in many different ways and in many different circumstances.  Going to school with someone is no guarantee that you will even remember their name by the time you reach your twenties. I have memories of my mates at school making me laugh, people in my class choosing to emulate Robert Smith’s biggest hair day while The Cure still enjoyed a cult following, and that funny looking kid wearing his Dad’s old shoes. The key there is “that funny looking kid”. I don’t remember his name. But I remember his Dad’s shoes. I was like a 6’6″ version of Carrie Bradshaw in my youth; it was all shoes, shoes, shoes to me.

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Understanding Joey Public.

Gluing my hand to my head seems extreme, Mr Ashley.

Slow news days always produce stories that can make a person wonder if they have just woken up in an alternative reality.  One where the journalists failed to use the The Day Today’s calculation of “Fact x Importance = News”.  The slow news day has been blighting and amusing news consumers for many years with stories about large vegetables, semi Royal visits, pork chops that look like James Cordon and James Cordon looking like a pork chop.

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It Takes A Long Time To Grow An Old Friend.

Bromance. Or he has milkshake on his face.

It Takes A Long Time To Grow An Old Friend. (John Leonard.)

I don’t live very close to my friends, but this doesn’t mean that I am not close to them.  I have one friend in particular that I rarely see. It can be a matter of years rather than a matter of days between setting eyes on each other.  But I know that when we do next meet up, it will be just like we were talking that morning. That is just the way it is. Our various responsibilities and lives get in the way.  We have never lost sleep over this, although other people cannot understand it.

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