I’ve been blogging for a while now but as my reasons for doing so are fairly lightweight (just do it because I sort of like writing and this is one way to, in part satisfy this, I have opinions on various things and this is one way I have of airing those opinions, I have a sense of humour and this is one way of allowing me to share things I find funny [hey! I can’t help it if you don’t share my sense of humour!! :)] and I find lots of things ‘interesting’ and this is a way of sharing those things, too.)

It was interesting for me then to receive a message from my site host that gave me a bunch of stats for the year. It’s not going to break any records or lead to a Pulitzer or anything like that, but a few of the figures did make interesting reading for me.

# My blog was viewed by people from 102 countries.
# Most visitors were from New Zealand (not surprisingly) but the UK and US were ‘not far behind’.
# My blog was viewed by someone from every EU country.
# My blog wasn’t visited by anybody from (among others) Greenland, the Malagasy Republic, Iraq, Iran, Myanmar (can’t get used to that- Burma) Bolivia, East Timor, Republic of Congo or China (now there’s a surprise, eh!!??)
# The number of people who viewed my blog in ’13 would require 4 New York subway trains to be transported from one place to another.

Thank you to all those who did visit, especially to my most regular visitor, Trish. Love ya, Trish. I hope I will continue to be able to offer something of interest to you all, if just occasionally.

Have a great 2014 everybody- nga mihi o te tau tou.


Page 82, Sentence 3.

Women make up over 40% of the newer students. Does this mean they make up just under 60% of the older students? Or might it mean something completely different?

Quite frankly I don’t care one way or another! The reason I started this post with that sentence was that another blogger had a post that was intended to make suggestions on how other bloggers might get (or use) ‘inspiration’. What she suggested was that you pick up the nearest book to you, turn to page 82 and use the 3rd complete sentence on that page somewhere in your next blog post. (Get the title now?)

I guess it’s in part intended to get over, around or through writers’ block. This hasn’t become an issue for me- if I can’t think of anything to turn into a blog post, guess what? I don’t post! Pretty simple, huh? Of course there are probably thousands no, tens of thousands no, hundreds of thousands – LOTS of bloggers who do so for some kind of reward , either in cash or kudos and so have certain expectations put on them, but I’m not one of those so if I don’t get a bright idea, or have an opinion to make, or a gripe to grizzle about or just a cool photo or place to share, I don’t bother.

Occasionally this DOES lead to slight pangs of conscience- do my followers (and bless each and every one of them!!!) expect me to be putting stuff out there on a regular basis? Do they expect pearls of wisdom or promotions of places I enjoy each hour/day/week? I don’t know but I suspect not (so the pangs are only slight). I’m sure that there would be some way of a message to get through if this was the case, so in the absence of such a message I proceed merrily on with the philosophy of “if I have I will, if I don’t I won’t” sort of thing.

So, there you are, Jackie- I worked the 3rd complete sentence on page 82 of “The EVERYTHING GOLF BOOK” into my next post (this one.) How did I do? I’m certain this wasn’t what you intended, but what the hoo?

Have a lovely day, everybody.


Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.

Well, for example, the other day, my wife and I went into town to do some business and when we’d we visited a coffee shop for a bit of refreshment.

When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and I said, ‘Come on, man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’

He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.

I called him an arsehole. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn-out tyres.

So the missus called him a shit head.  He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first and started on a third.

Then he started writing more tickets every time we had a go at  him.

This went on for about 10 minutes. The more we abused him, the more steamed up he got and the more tickets he wrote!

Just then our bus arrived so we got on it and went home.

We try to have a little fun each day now that we’re retired. We reckon it’s important at our age.

Words, Words, Words.

What an intriguing wee tool this is. I’m sure there is potential here for LARGE dollops of time to be frittered away finding where your favourite words might rank, or how accurate you might be in the placement of ‘good’ words against ‘bad’ words, or… The possibilities are almost endless!

Have fun!


A married couple had been out shopping at the mall for most of the afternoon when, suddenly, the wife realised that her husband had disappeared. The slightly distraught but rather more irate spouse called her mate’s mobile phone and demanded- “Where the hell are you?”
The husband calmly replied, “Darling, you remember that jewelery shop where you saw the diamond necklace and totally fell in love with it and I didn’t have money that time and said ‘sweetheart, it’ll be yours one day’?”
The hopeful wife, in a slightly apologetic tone and with a blushing smile said, “Yes, I well remember that my Love.”
There was just a slight pause before the husband, still in his clam voice said…“Well, I’m in the pub next to that.”


I thought that ‘planking’ was a bit of a joke, although a joke that not infrequently backfired and resulted in either injury or even death because the ‘plankers’ were apparently over estimating their own abilities or mind altering substances were getting in the way of the thought processes that would have made them make a sensible decision as to whether this was a good idea or not!! Then my daughter sent me these!Riley is just 2 and he has discovered his own way of ‘planking’. Of course the fact that he is a mere foot and a half or 40 centimetres off the carpet makes it REALLY sensible!Love it!!