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| Hello everyone, Well, I've been off to Westerham for a day out today. It's a lovely wee village just outside the M25 in Kent. I've been before and it's a lovely wee place, apparently churchill lived on the outskirts fo r alot of his life, theres a very odd statue of him on the village green http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Westerham_Churchill_statue.jpg We had a nice wander through the antique shops looking at furniture we couldn't afford. I was hoping one of the shops still had some lovely brooches in that we saw last time we visited. They had a couple of bits left, some earings and two brooches. We left and went to the pub for some pub grub. I pushed a fart out while outside but couldn't be certain if I'd accidentally partially shat myself. I had to visit the toilets to check. False alarm thankfully, must have just been the heat from it lingering in my pants giving the sensation of shit. We ordered and I popped out on the pretense of getting papers but went to the shop to buy the brooch from the missus, it looks like this but in green  I've always remembered them since the last time we visited. Beautiful enamel and detail and just such a gorgeous shape, I knew the missus liked them too. She hadn't seen them in the shop so didn't suspect when I left for papers although I was AGES due to to the woman in the shop writing a massive receipt. Address and everything on it.I got the papers then went back and gave her the box hidden in the paper. She was very surprised and opened it and loved it. I felt really happy to see her so pleased with the gesture and the present. She adores it and shall be wearing it a lot, she says. It really is a lovely thing. Got the food and it was fucking tremendous but I regretted ordering heavy food (bangers and mash) when I saw the goats cheese salad the missus got, which looked topper. We had a nice relax reading the papers and taking our time over the food and it just felt really nice, lovely and quiet being a weekday but just...relaxing. We wondered on and came across a posh pyjama shop, and they were lovely pyjamas so I treated myself to a set but ordered a smaller size which I'll pick up when I take my mam through there during the week. Walked back to the car via the lovely church on the hill  I did some exercise by walking up and down it three times in total which buggered me right out. Passed by two huge spiders webs which were quite amazingly beautiful things. I got to wondering, how did that behaviour and ability evolve? How is that imprinted as instinct on their brains, to form such an amazing design that is such an effective trap but so complicated a construction? How did the first mutation benefit from (presumably) having some sticking going coming out of it's hind quarters? Would it have just laid a splat down and hoped a fly landed on it? Because surely at the early stages it must have been very primitive, but immediate evolutionary advantage would they get from that? It seems unlikely to trap a fly by chance so how did it survive to go on to evolve this amazing ability to string this stuff that is stronger than steel at equivalent thickness in to complex web designs? I just don't get it. Not that I'm denying evolution here folks, don't panic. I realise that it's almost impossible for us to imagine it playing out over timescales we can't even imagine. Millions of years and countless mutations have created all things but still look at something as tiny as a spider with this amazing construction and think 'ah? that blows my brainbox'. Maybe I'm just too tick to visualise these things, I'm sure and evolutionary biologist would have a plan for how and why it evolved but I suppose they are only guessing because I doubt there's much of a fossil record for spiders. So you just have to accept it and resort to 'well, it just must have happened and had a reason for surviving as a trait and evolving to this extreme, amazing conclusion'. But still, every time I see a spiders web like that I just think 'amazing'. I've had such a lovely time these past few months, I really have. Such quality time with the missus that I couldn't have dreamed of in a working life. I suppose I have some things to thank the cancer for, which sounds an odd thing to say, but I do. It really has been a special time with the missus and the family, so close and so much time, time that would normally piss away at work with those scant two days at the end of a week to savour and which are normally occupied with shopping and stuff to actually spend good proper time with your loved ones. I shouldn't ramble too much, this blog is already epic, I'm sure I had lots of other stuff top to talk about. I may post a poem later if you fancy. Hope to see more of PS's soon, I love em. For those interested, the lava like qualities of my poo have calmed down although it is still moderately hot and painful but nowhere near agony levels. | ||
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A poem about memory loss. I once wrote a poem about memory loss Didn't I? | |||
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| To send you a club tie and make you an honourary member of our little club, the FTC.
It's only supposed to be for those who have experienced Amoebic Dysentery but I'm sure my fellow members of the "Follow Through Club" would welcome you for services to shitting. | |||
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| on my way out the door earlier today, and did some obligatory cursing as I pulled the web from my hair; now i feel guilty that I have rampaged through an end-product of millions of years of work.
The fancy ones are good alright, but there is often a string of webs on my shed door in no real pattern: perhaps they are from baby spiders just practising. perhaps they are from lazy grown-up spiders. perhaps I am now thinking about this too much. | |||
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