Adverts!

If you fall down a hole in the road, or a get hit by falling debris from a building, who would you call, a Lawyer or a theatrical agent?

I was watching the telly and this advert came on about Lawyers and offered very detailed in information on how to make a claim. It came on three times in the one evening and really began to annoy me because I thought I knew the ‘real lawyer’ in it and could not remember where from.

Then it struck me that he was actually a policeman called Don Beech, although I could not remember exactly when I had met him as I have never really have that many dealings with law, except for that one time in New York when they tried to chase me, on horse back, through Central Park. I thought it was very inspirational that Don had gone back to law school and become a legal representative.

The next day I was telling my friend this and her jaw dropped at my stupidity. The guy in the advert was an actor called Bill Murray who used to be in the Bill and had also appeared in Eastenders. His only association with the law was the fact that the people who paid for him to go to acting school were gangsters!

So, the only thing he is representative of is how we can be duped into thinking that these adverts are genuine. Real lawyers indeed. I have been sitting all week waiting for it to come on again so that I can take a note of the number sin order to phone up and complain about the fact that they are deceiving us. Maybe someone could make an advert about how we should complain about false advertising and ask Mr Beech to appear in that as well! Or is it Murray?

Bright Side!

Is it only me or can it be a mistake to always look on the bright side of life?

Having gone through my big toe operation I looked forward to a couple of weeks rest and the idea that others would be taking care of me warmed my heart. I was almost excited at the prospect. However, after two weeks of being alone most of the time and the house beginning to look like a scene from 'Statis House' my illusion is totally shattered.

Like Mrs Havisham I am wearing one shoe and have hardly changed my clothes because there is nothing really to get dressed for. Except that is, my visit to the hospital, which was a complete disaster as they have informed me that I have another month of feet up - doing nothing. The nurse must have thought I was off my head when she cheerily told me this and I burst into tears.

As I remain, by myself, in my decaying abode I feel betrayed by the very people I have looked after. It is as if time is standing still but my life is flashing before me and forcing me to rethink and reconsider who and what is important. What happens next? What does the future hold for me and my new foot?

Check In?

Why do people Check In on Facebook?

Most people do not Check In from the kitchen, Asda, The Forge, the laundrette or the bathroom. They Check In from, 'Mappin and Webb', 'The Corinthian', 'Amarone' and the like! Is it like the old days when we used to send postcards just to let people know where we were? Is abroad now simply being out of the house? Or do people want to delude themselves that their life is less ordinary than others' by only pointing out the good bits. Do we hide the dull parts of our lives behind tiny glimmers of granduer in the hope that it will make life seem better and bearable?

I have not left the house for two weeks due to having an operation on my foot so my only Check Ins have been, bed, bathroom, kitchen and couch. How interesting you may be thinking, or not, but it has been quite an adventure just the same and I do not mind bragging about it one little bit!