Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

That was a week ago. Doesn’t time fly. I’ve had quite a few things happen since then and I guess I’ve been rather daunted by the task of writing them up because I’m so lazy.
Let’s see. After my last entry I decided to watch The Life of Brian, voted the best comedy film in one of those crap “50 greatest ..... films” Like the 50 greatest action films or romance films etc. on channel 4, just to see what was so great about it and why it’s supposed to be the greatest comedy film. I liked it, it was fun but it wasn’t exactly splitting my sides either, though I was laughing out loud. I wonder if it’s because I’m from a different generation. Ever since then though I haven’t been ale to get the song out of my head.
Always look on the bright side of life
De do de do de do de do
Always look on the light side of life
De do de do de do de do

It’s one of those songs that’s so well known that you know it instantly, the chorus at least. Everyone knows that chorus, like the Daleks. Before the new Doctor Who I knew what Daleks looked like even though I’d never seen Doctor Who before and everyone knew the old joke, knock knock. Who’s there? Doctor. Doctor who?
What else happened?
The JCS on Thursday, I arrived later than usual but that wasn’t a problem, I’ve noticed that no matter how late I am I always beat the other seat fillers (That’s what I’m now calling the members who aren’t running it, because that’s how I see myself ) but that time was exceptionally bad. I was the only seat filler to turn up and the only other person there was Ripton, our president so the meeting was inevitably cancelled, which I didn’t mind because I wanted to carry on watching QI and Top Gear . I’m just wondering what today’s turnout will be. I’ll try and get there a bit earlier perhaps, so if there’s only one person they won’t have to hang around so long for just one person to turn up , seeing as most of them must have realised that I seem to pride myself on attending every meeting except when I really really can’t make it, which was only once to my knowledge.
On Saturday it was my uncle’s birthday, the one with the cancerous bastard in his lung. And I’d been cooped up most of Friday because I couldn’t be bothered to go out. Eventually I thought I really should get some fresh air but I didn’t want to. I thought to myself you’re acting just like Tom, he never wanted to go out much either when I visited him because he’d been out there so many times there was nothing new (he thought anyway) (he lived in what we’d call a rural area, lots of lovely fields to walk in). That thought made me pull on my boots. I do not want to be like Tom. My stubborn determination to do well (which sometimes breaks through my laziness) is all because I don’t want to end up like Tom, I want to do better than he did I want to prove I can stick to my commitments (Which might partly explain the regular JCS meetings which I refuse to miss if I can help it, though I also go to be around people and socialise a little, it’s my version of the bar you could say, seeing as I avid the bar like the plague. Jo told me that she goes down to the bar now and then in the week and ends up talking to the same people, but at least she’s socialising and I said that’s what I do with the JCS). I’m not a very social creature but I’m trying to be. I’m trying to break out of my self inflicted confinement, but it’s not easy.
Anyway, as evening came I decided to go out for a walk and just look at the scenery. As I passed the bookshop I thought I could get my uncle a card perhaps and put something in it. But I didn’t think he’d be too keen on the cards n the bookshop and besides, I’d purposely left my bag behind because I was just going out for a stroll, so all I had was my fleece and my key. I went down to the adjoining campus, with lovely scenery and started thinking about my initial idea of making something for my uncles birthday. I couldn’t make anything he’d read in time and dad’s half of the family don’t really read anyway. But I could make a little comic strip. I could make it funny. I toyed with the idea of the Adventures of Badger Man. I’ve thought of my uncle as a badger ever since I started writing a story about humanoid creatures created in a lab and he’d asked to be in it. So I set about wondering what sort of animal he’d be. Someone, the more I think about it now the more I think it was mum, said a badger and ever since I’ve thought of him as a badger.
I was heading back, pondering this idea, I didn’t want to make it too funny, if that were possible, because I was worried about the effects that laughing would have on his lungs, since dad said he was quieter a while ago, I don’t know if it’s still true now, but I don’t want to take the risk. I settled on something to make him smile as a good benchmark. I was looking at the scenery and suddenly someone was talking to me. I’m not used to conversations suddenly happening between total strangers but I didn’t mind, I was in a good mood. I vaguely explained my situation and my idea, not caring if someone stole it or not because it was just a bit of fun for my uncle. We talked a while, me standing rather still as I’m rather inactive and him jumping around the rocks and balancing on the railing. I recalled the time in Tesco when I nearly had a fatal collision with a trolley because I was running along and had to stop ad my boots didn’t have enough grip to stop both me and the trolley. Then I thought badger man goes to the supermarket. By this time the miscellaneous fellow was climbing the tree and I suddenly though Squirrel Boy.... Hey, that’s make a good sidekick. Soon after he left to go where ever he was going before he stopped to talk to me. We didn’t exchange names which has allowed my imagination to run wild with ideas as to his identity, my favourite is that he was actually my imagination physically manifesting itself for me to bounce ideas off of . My mind was racing with the idea of Badger man and I rushed back to my room to type up a basic plot and here it is (I've purposely left in the spelling mistakes)

“Badger Man and Squirrel Boy have run out of milk and Badger Man desperately wants a cup of tea so they must go to the supermarket DUN DUN DUUUUN.
They drive in the badgermobile but Badger man refuses to wear his driving glasses or let Squirrel Boy drive, even though Squirrel Boy is the only one with a license.
He crashes into several trees and disturbs Bald Eagle Man who has no sense of humour at all. So they run Bald Eagle Man over and hasten to the shops, having turned on the satnav so Badger Man knows where to go but the Sat nav is broken and keeps teling him to go the wrong way.
Eventually they get to the supermarket on an AA truck.

There is only five minutes until the store closes, they had to distract the security guards to get in.
Badger Man grabs a trolley even though they don’t need it and makes Squirrel boy push it because he’s the sidekick. They race to the aisle with the milk only to find there is only one pint of milk left and it’s aout to be grabbed by Count Baa the evil sheep.
They fight Count Baa and ract to the till where a goose says sorry we’re closed.
They fight to pay for the milk and eventually get it home but when they open it they find it’s curdles having been out of the fridge for too long.”
During this I called mum to tell her about it and get her opinion but she wouldn’t answer so I called dad, knowing he might bring me down, but I figured I’d run the idea by him as he’s the closest I can get to his brother’s personality. Predictably he didn’t see the humour, or if he did he was purposely not showing it. Thought the idea was too much like Batman. Dad, seriously it’s a spoof, a parody, a mockery of superheroes, that’s the joke.
I decided to put dad in my comic and wondered what animal he’d be. I instantly recalled a nickname I had for him when I was little, though I never said it aloud, bald eagle, because he’s been half bald ever since I’ve known him, nearly 20 years now. I didn’t know what a bald eagle looked like then but I guessed they weren’t really bald like my dad, but I liked the name.
And so, I introduced Bald Eagle Man who has no sense of humour. Then I called mum and told her the idea including the plot I’d worked out. It made her laugh, so there’s hope for it yet. I started drawing it out.
Another problem is I can’t draw, only stick figures, but that adds to the humour because it’s so crap . I knew I wouldn’t finish it for Saturday, it’s still not done now, but I’ll work on it and send it off as soon as I can, I hope. Over the weekend I ran it by dad who was a little surprised as I never show him my work because he’d never get it. But I felt it important I show him this to get some idea of how my uncle might react. As I predicted he didn’t get it, or claimed not to get it. Not deterred I read it aloud. He was being pedantic about it but he seemed to get it at least. Today, when I called him, he turned slightly patronising about it, I’m wondering if he really does find it funny or not, it’s very hard to tell with him. Either way I don’t care what he thinks of it because in the end he’s not my target audience and my uncle had more of a sense of humour than my dad.
We’ll see how we go.

Now, the reason that I’ve finally got round to doing this is because we didn’t have a lesson today. I thought we didn’t but I couldn’t be sure so I went along anyway, late I must add, to find no one there. So I came back and eventually decided to do this.
Well, I think that’s all for now.
Oh yes, on the way home on Saturday I couldn’t stop humming Always look on the bright side of life etc. all the way and the Piccadilly line was closed at Uxbridge and Heathrow terminals 1234&5 which caused pandemonium. But it went from Hammersmith to home at least so I was alright, though the train was jam packed, I didn’t care because I was so happy humming that song .

One more thing. I’ve noticed the elastic’s close to snapping on my bracelet, I never go outside without it. It feels lucky to me, like my necklace which I only remove when I have a bath now, like my watch.
Anyway, it’s one of those bracelets that’s a series of beads strung together on elastic so you can easily get it over your hand. I got it in Jersey nearly two years ago. It’s supposed to align your chakra or something to that effect but I wear it for luck mainly, I feel better with it on.

Well, I think that’s all today.

Bluebiird out.