Revelations?

Tommy Boyd, are you looking at this? I have found a solution to some of my blog dilemmas, simply to ask if someone minds being blogged in advance if I want to include them. Saves half a red face as the other half is when they read what you write, but I did say I only say nice things about people I know, all the venom is reserved for Jodie Marsh and others in the public eye who set themselves up for it.

So, who am I going to write about? This is someone my mum introduced me to about a year ago, and (red face alert!!) from my side clicked instantly with, something that rarely happens. She's an artist and also interested in all my spiritual and paranormal areas, and as I described in Continuity and quality here, fits that description of being 'right', though her interests don't extend to automobile trivia, number plates and ticket collecting, but I'd always been happy to pursue those interests on my own anyway! Hopefully if you are reading this, you have been at least partially prepared for whatever I may have written, and you'll be pleased to know a major issue of philosophy was also raised as I was writing this.
And that is how unusual it is for people to say nice things about others directly, and instead of being happy, the British culture is so tight arsed that when someone does pay someone a major compliment they're far more likely to be embarrassed and avoid you for the rest of eternity than actually be pleased. That is tragic, as knowing what someone you know thinks of you and it's actually nice is such a prize that it should never be ruined by the shock factor as it happens so darn rarely in this culture. Even married couples I come across will tell me how marvellous their other half is but often haven't told them. So as per bloody usual, David from Kingsbury comes along and breaks the boundary rules as if no one does they would stay around forever, so someone has to be one of the few to do the opposite, and as I said the other day, I always rise to the occasion (or bait) and thank god still have both my testicles.

So to tie in the passage with the story of today, I just spent a very nice evening at their house, as I always do, and part of that was spent on the computer and setting up my blog post about it. As I was just sent a link on to a t shirt advert on The Tommy Boyd forum saying 'I'm blogging you', which acknowledges the cultural shift where everyone has become a potential author and sees life with the additional view to will it make a good story. As my mother says, it's a pity I don't get paid for any of my exploits. I do enjoy it, but the added bonus of being able to get paid for what I do for fun would be something very useful. So, 'I've blogged you!'. For the first time (and possibly the last...) I've set myself up for a possible 'situation', but I can only tell it how it is, unless I want this to become a work of fiction, so have to be true to myself. Let's hope both my balls remain in place after this current exploit.