Not a lot to say.. may be I should say a lot?

It's funny, there are thousands of Blogs over the interweb, with their Authors producing millions of lines of copy on a plethora of diverse subjects and then there's me, I can't think of anything to say to the world, nothing at all.

It's not that I can't talk about stuff, I can talk until I'm blue in the face, I've even kissed the Blarney stone, it's just that i don't have the time or the passion about a subject to spend a lot of my free time typing it up for a blog, and it dosen't help that I'm not a writer, not in any form conceivable.

So here's my plan. I'm going to invest in some dictation software, probably the Dragon dictation software (I've used it at work to "Write up notes"). I shall then speak my thoughts and commit the text thats produced back to the blog. If the technique works I'll try it elsewhere in my life, such as work.

All I need now is an interesting subject to Blog about... maybe I'll just talk about nothing and see how that goes.

I'l keep you posted.

It's a mad, mad, mad, world

It's a funny old time, then again there doesn't seem to be any point during my life that hasn't seemed at least a bit mad.

About eighteen months ago my family convinced me that we needed a cat. I didn't want a cat, I've never had pets and I didn't want to start at the age of forty three. they nagged and nagged me until I said yes just to shut the family up, and so I was introduced to Tiger, the new family member. I can't call him a pet, he was way too smart for that.

Over the next few months I started to become very attached to him and he, in return, became very attached to me (maybe I fed him more that anyone else), just a few months after he joined us I had to go on a trip to San Francisco with work and while I was away I found myself not only missing my family but also our Cat! this was a surprise to me, a big one.

Tiger was as wild as his name suggests, he came and went as he pleased and would occasional show up with a "gift" for us, usually a dead bird or rodent, we often saw him in the back garden simply sat still waiting for his next victim to drop their guard for just a moment...

He would quite often come home with a cut or a limp and then last Friday he didn't come home at all. I received a call at about 3pm from a local Vets. the were sorry to tell me that my cat, Tiger had been in brought in to them and that he was dead on arrival to the clinic. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do, I was just stunned. I called my wife who was on the way home and told her what had happened and to meet me at the Vets.

We buried him later that day in our back garden, all I could say was "Tiger, Tiger Burning bright, and the light that burns twice as bight burns half as long". not very poetic really, but descriptive of my little friend who tough me that I could love a "Pet".

Thanks Tiger. I loved you and I'm going to miss you.