Writers Block

Unfortunately there won't be a blog this week, I can't think of what to write about. I haven't made any incisive observations and have no humorous anecdotes to recount. My good friend Steve thinks that writer's block is caused by having an idea but not knowing where to start. The answer is to put one word in front of the other and it will come out eventually. He is probably right.

Talking about Steve I went to see him in Southampton area last week and we recorded a most excellent reggae influenced version of The Beatles 'Come Together'. I say we, actually I twatted about on the guitar, bashed a frog and whacked some curtain poles and Steve did all the serious hard work. I had left to travel down early in the morning as I wanted to miss the rush hour traffic at my end but didn't want to get there too early. Fortunately I got slightly lost which took up fifteen minutes.

 I managed to kill another twenty minutes by calling into the services for a Macdonalds' and to use the facilities. The breakfast wrap was as limp and insipid as expected but still had more charm and charisma than the girl behind the till. There was another member of staff with one of those long-handled dustpan and brush gadgets clearing round the tables, calling everyone sir and rushing to clear the tables when they got up to leave. He was a silver haired gent and looked as if he had been a council pen-pusher or accountant in a previous life. He didn't seem to have any mental health issues but carried out his function with almost excessive enthusiasm. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to do that job. My pride would never have let me do it with more than grudging surliness. 

I went to use the gentleman's facilities on the way out but it was closed. A handwritten note apologised for any inconvenience and invited to me to use the ladies instead. I decided I didn't need to go that badly and declined their offer, some would say chickened out.

My friend Steve also had a 'shall I, shan't I moment of a much more serious nature recently when he discovered three burglars in his house. He decided to tackle them, a fight ensued where he was sprayed with an acidic substance and threatened with a knife but he managed to chase them off suffering only severe bumps and bruises. He has been in the local paper and is a bit of a local 'have a go hero' now.  It's one of those things that you never know how you will react until it happens. I hope in the same instance I would be equally as brave but being as I even declined to use the ladies toilets my bravery credentials are questionable.

So there you have it. It's been an interesting week but due to writers block I can't think of anything to write about. My wittiness and sharp perception have deserted me so you can all have a week off.  I apologise for any inconvenience but your interest is important so please continue to hold until next week. Alternatively you can use the ladies.