What are you saying?

Occasionally, I have the odd thought about whether we exist in different dimensions. For example - and bear with me on this - are the ghostly goings on and "bumps in the night" just very brief crossovers from other dimensions? Probably not. And, yes, I'm probably talking rubbish. But I do think there is a very real "sub-existence" that is going on around us. The "social-networking sub conversations".....

My prime example is the Twitter relationship I have now formed with my colleague Darren "drivetime" Scott. Only today in a meeting, we caught ourselves making reference to a communication we had had via twitter....actually regarding a certain fave pop singer of Mr Scott......and then realised that no one else around us had a clue what we were talking about. So what had actually happened is that we had transferred a chat we were having in cyberspace into a room where we were having a meeting and made a connection again because of it - at the expense of others.

Be frightened, be very frightened. Look around you and wonder if all these people surrounding you are having sub-conversations that you don't know about and never will.

Me? Paranoid?.............Why are you saying that?

;-)

PG

Calling all Dirks

Hello!
Darren here... Filling in for PG for a few days while he attends a “very important business course”. His words not mine!

Now on the show today the lovely Posh Al and I spoke about a variety of wonderful things. You can’t open a newspaper today without seeing a picture of the British soldier who escaped unharmed after a bullet was shot through his helmet... but missed his head! Now either the said bullet managed to highland fling it’s way around the inside of the helmet before piercing through the back and lodging itself elsewhere or the British army are so skint that some soldiers are unfortunate enough to have to wear helmets that are twice the size of their head! Either way... The important thing is that this chap survived!

Elsewhere the name ‘Dirk’ came up quite randomly in the show this morning. Posh and I tried to think of famous Dirks... We thought of 2! But you can always rely on the good people of Surrey & Hampshire... By the end of the show we had...err, 4.

1. Dirk Bogart
2. Dirk Benedict
3. Dirk Diggler
4. Dirk III Count of Norway (We may have been reaching slightly with that one!)

If you can think of anymore... please email: famousdirks@964eagle.co.uk*

Other than that, we had a jolly old time finding out that Posh Al can cook only three of the ten dishes that most of the UK can cook without a recipe book and it’s OK for Dermot in Tonghams brother (yeah right ;0) to fancy Kate Bush in the 80’s... But not now

Kate Bush – Early 1980’s Kate Bush - 2005

*This email address does not exist

How are you?

One of my strange and bizarre thought patterns occurred the other day. A moment that, had I carried the process through, could have turned into many hours, perhaps days......months,even.
As I walked down Guildford High Street I met a few people that I said "hello, how are you?" to as we walked passed each other on our way to whatever we were doing. And then I thought, "what if you actually replied properly to the "how are you" nicety?".

I suspect the question really came into my mind that day due to the fact that my answer would have been......"well, that's kind of you to ask but I have to say I'm not too good because I have a pretty bad back at the moment, mainly due to the fact that I'm not walking properly because my foot hurts and because I'm now no longer walking very well my back hurts even more and is making my foot hurt more and whilst I've been to the physio, used hot and cold treatment, taken some pain killers and rested as much as I can, it still isn't any better and I think its beginning to give me a headache, which made me remember that I have to go and get some more painkillers for my back, foot and now, of course, my head which is why I'm waking doe the high street and bumped into you!"

And, to be honest, that was just the half of it.....

So next time you say "how are you?" to someone, and don't actually really mean it, just think to yourself carefully, and wonder if you're really ready for the answer!

PG

Two easter weekend thoughts....

1) Should a public transport company have thought a little more about introducing weekend engineering works (causing journeys to take more than double time) at a time when - due to the recession - alot of people havent gone abroad for the Easter hols, but have stayed at home to enjoy what we have to offer here (as mooted by the papers many time over the last few weeks) and end up spending most of the time travelling to the places they're supposed to be enjoying, rather than enjoying being there?

2) Self service check outs in supermarkets - a real time saver, or just fooling you into thinking its all quicker because you're having to do all the work...rather than just waiting in the queue?!

It's good to think.

;-)

best
PG

Reflections on the week to come....

On My own - Michael Mcdonald/Patti Labelle
Here I go again (on my own) - Whitesnake
All By Myself - Eric Carmen
Single - Natasha Bedingfield
Alone - Heart
Alone again, naturally - Gilbert O Sullivan
Left outside alone - Anastacia


Strikes me that these could all be songs to sing on the breakfast show this coming week.
No Posh. She's away.

Ho Hum

;-)
PG