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Originally uploaded by Nick Heyward
You, are made of love. And let this love bring you joy from the deep peace inside you. You are everything. You are beautiful. You who are made out of love!
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TOny Blair!! Oh my… things can only get better!! jeeeeez..I think that you shoudl stand for election Nick!! P E R F E C T and we coudl all come to tea at number 10!
this is getting a tad surreal – i’m getting a Blair/Bungo frankenstien creature coming up.
Was just concentrating on Nick’s words of wisdom too…
No – I didn’t. I put singed before, not singeing. Singed still soesn’t look right ?
you sang to him whilst blow drying him!! wicked! (as in wicked yeah)
is he still in counselling?
It kind of takes me back to a re-occuring dream I used toget when I was young. This time about Bungle from Rainbow.Only he had black hair and there was an army of them, with rifles, marching through the streets chanting ‘kill kill’ .
They looked a bit similar to the gorillas in Planet of the Apes. Used to terrify me.
I’m surprised I’ve not turned out very differently what with black Bungles and singed Bungos.
Blimey.
Helen.. I think we need to do a bit of regression here… it wont hurt a bit… just come and sit down and let talk about this calmly
ok…
BTW I’m going to get a Hopi ear candle as part of my work’s ‘Away Day’. Really looking forward to it and so is Graham as he reckons I’m a bit deaf. I just think everybody mumbles…
hahahaha! your sooooo blooming funny Helen! I so wish I could be there to watch!! classic….
phew..eldest son has finally come home – has been out late on his motorbike. (Cue for tooth grinding)
Can go to to bed now, Night night
Oh Man!! I feel for you Kate that would freak me out… night night
Night night Kate
To be really happy you must have been really sad , dark and light warm and cold , my dad died when he was 40 , I was 16, looking back the grief hurt so much that it couldn’t hurt any more, fast forward 34 years the sadness is still there but it is in a jar and I only pick it up and open it now and again , happiness is a very subjective thing , a lovely cuppa a walk along the beach, we sometimes need to see what we have got and not what we haven’t got, live is very precious and time slips by at a rate of knots .before you know it the children that you are screaming at will gave flown the nest, when katie my youngest started school i sat on the bed and cried my eyes out the house was so quiet and empty, so fill your hearts and heads with love and happiness, you’re a long time dead, night all
Night Gary. Nice words.
Well I Think it’s alright. I hope it is. Anyway, here is Knickers Heyward
http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelonehydrangea/4409126057/
Oh Gary if its in a jar then you have it preserved…
take it out and leave the lid off.. painful as it might be eventually it will evaporate… 
I tend not to wear them TLH
Haha. I always wear them, zbd
. I think someone back there said love is pants. I think it’s true -I love my pants. And pants are close to us all day long. And they never let us down -unless the elastic goes. We can depend on pants. Go pants, the mighty pants!
I love my pants but hate knickers!!! I dont like mens pants either..
Nick will be getting pee’ed at the convo bit to girly but VPL is a no no in my book
sorry Nick been a bit prolific (another lovely looking word) on here last few days but I have had time on my hands… sooooon I wont have the luxury for awhile …. so sowing my seeds so I can bloom again and so you dont all forget me
<3
Oh, I’m sure even men don’t like a visible panty line. Having said that, though, Knickers didn’t seem to mind it in his picture.
Happiness is a comfortable pair of pants. Anything else in life is a bonus. At the moment I’ll just think about the pants.
F R E E D O M to go knickerless!
i may brand it
Nice and wise words indeed Gary. I think I understand what you mean about sadness in a jar. My cousin was killed in a car crash in 1992 when she was 25 and I remember my Mum telling people that she now knew what heartache was because she felt physical pain at our loss. I can talk about my cousin now without getting upset and other times I sob like it was yesterday – it’s not bottled up grief, it’s just somehow easier to bear with the passing of time.
I can’t believe we’re nearly at Z! I’ve really enjoyed this amble through the alphabet, can we start again after Z please?
I think Nick should start at zero and work up to infinity.
What do you say ?
I’m happy to hang around for it
Why not?
Glad you weren’t away for long Mrs B – you’ve had me laughing out loud tonight…
Nick ‘BUZZ’ LightYear Heyward
but woody..?? oh yes he would
It’s good to laugh
I’m off to bed. Night everyone.
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the sweeetest of dreams lovely lovely helen… thank you for making me laugh so much today…I think I would have fallen asleep this afternoon if it hadnt been for you emails! hahaha! now where is that Dawn!
What I’m saying is: Have you ever seen a happy man (I suppose in this day and age I should say Person) in uncomfortable pants? No one can bear it for a second
. Not only are they a foundation garment they are the foundation of true happiness! I’ve almost convinced myself that this is true 
. I was the biggest one for carrying on about happiness – it’s so easy to do when you’re feeling happy. And not so easy to do at other times. I must say that I don’t think it’s always about perception of the situation and that if we just saw things in a different light we could then just Get Happy. I think that might apply in cases where the situation is transient and has a point where it stops and you can look at it subjectively or objectively (which ever?) and think that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was and so on or there’s a grieving process involved that you can move through. When a situation doesn’t end and and there is no closure it’s a different parcel of pants altogether. Some situations do not improve when viewed from any angle and become worse by the very viewing of them at all. Any happiness I’ve had in these last years has been because, unbeknownst to myself, I had things tamped down to an incredible extent and then last Saturday night the lid blew off and reality got out. So in fact it was false, self-trickery that was providing a functioning level of happiness. Body/mind’s way of managing? To get it back together relies on being able to draw it all back in again and put the lid on it, plaster it over, plaster the smile back on and get on with it and hoping it never gets out again and that I can go back to fooling myself. And that sounds so dreadful but it is also reality. And it’s not even case of Fake It Til You Make It. It’s Fake It Or You Won’t Make It. Thankfully there are always comfortable pants to be worn 
.
I thought it might be nice to put Cactus In My Y Fronts by the Goodies on here but, alas, cannot find it on youtube. Instead an excerpt from the lyrics – imagine them being sung by Tim Brooke-Taylor
My name is Two Gun Pierre
I wear rose buds in my hair
And a chic-chic pink bandanna round my neck
I came down from Tennessee
With a cowboy on my knee
And a pair of leather chaps around my legs … hold on boys!
I was down in Cripple Creek
I was dying for a leak
So I dropped my pants behind a cactus there
When I fastened up my belt
I can’t tell ya how I felt
But I knew the meaning of a prickly pear … ouch!!
Oh I’ve got a cactus in my y-fronts and a vulture round my head
I’ve just been kissed by a Tennessee miss and I wish that I were dead
I’ve a jockstrap made of leather and pants of PVC (ee – ee – ee – ee – ee – ee)
The cactus in my y-fronts make a loser out of me!
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Well the words go further but perhaps these are enough
On a clear day, you can Z forever…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7y8InNwPrE
What next after Z , Sir Nick ??maybe months, star signs, planets or perhaps fruit.sunny day in Oxenford , hope the sun is shining were ever you are
Appreciated your entry there from yesterday, Gary. Was very focused and very real. Like yours too, Dawn, lonehydrangea. Heartfelt and real as well. Our host’s entry was pretty good too, working diligently, sincerely at all hours at the difficult task of keeping it all going. None of it chases me away, even when it seems to take a downturn, but in fact keeps me drawn in, wondering, reflecting, hoping…thinking of you all.
Btw, Helen, loved your post after Nick’s entry there, You know the one. You are the best, babe. ; )
Caught this yesterday after having discovered it months ago here, the song “This Song is Definitely Not About You” but had found it had been yanked due to copyright restrictions. Found this instead. Shows the very young songwriter/musician of the band Skint and Demoralized at a football stadium, far up in the nose-bleed seats. He is genuinely thrilled and excited and it looks like the beginning of a new day, perhaps a new life for him. I have no idea what he went through before this moment or since but I liked coming across it and have it on my desktop just to remind me of true joy and what that looks like in someone else.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMN_n_IrlaM