I had this great idea for a post. I went to Craigslist and created a fake advert. I didn't say directly, but hinted strongly about being a millionaire, being British (I thought the English accent would give me plus points) and being new to the city and looking for love. I was then going to send some replies and be really weird and see if I could identify some real gold diggers.

Potentially, a great idea. If I had any replies! I'm glad I no longer am on the dating scene. If it is that hard for a millionaire, imagine how hard it would be for the rest of us! Maybe I will put the advery in different cities... hmmm
What city would be worse for gold diggers do you think?

I am making an effort to watch classic movies that I some how missed the first time around. I just watched Rambo; First Blood and it was great! Rambo 2 should be arriving tomorrow off my Netflixs account. I also watched Blade Runner about a month back and it was rubbish! I had good hopes for that too..

Question of the day... What classic movie/s that EVERYONE else has seemed to have watched, have you not seen?

I recently joined a Facebook group. The concept of which is completely my sence of humour. It is called..
"On May 15th 2008, Everyone go out and panic buy CARROTS!"

Here is the description, from the guy who created the group.
Basically, a few nights ago, when I was very very drunk, I came up with the idea that everybody should go out and panic buy a certain product on a specific day.
I'm not quite sure what the reason behind this is is, other than the fact that a global shortage of carrots would be quite a laugh.
So, what I'm asking everybody to do, is on the 15th May, 2008 go out and buy a load of carrots. IF EVERYBODY DOES THIS, WE CAN MAKE THIS GLOBAL SHORTAGE OF CARROTS HAPPEN!

How funny! I'm not sure if the term "panic buy" that is only used in the UK. Just incase, i'll explain it. The media loves a good story. So when they throw headlines out there that suggest something like all bakers are dying of some weird unknown disease, tons of people then go out and buy two months worth of bread. This is panic buying. A few hundred people then end up with what could feed thosands. People go without their sandwiches. People get upset. All apart from those Atkin dietiers, who won't give a shit anyway and sit there all smug.

So you can see from my example, how panic buying is pretty serious. We really don't want to make the pale faced Atkin's people any more smug.

But actually organising a panic buy on a food that people don't really need, (to me), is funny stuff! I can't imagine this idea actually taking off, but imagine if it does! A national shortage of carrots! Maybe I could turn this idea global. Then all the carrots we buy, we could send over to the people that are suffering in the far East because of the panic buying of rice.

Carrot soup anyone? Carrot cake? or.. ermm... what the hell else can you do with a carrot?

Child friendly answers only please.

Hospitality in Texas is par to none. It is amazing. People here often greet you like you are lifelong friends.
There was a knock on the door last night and standing at the door was a mother and her child. The child had a plate with cookies and rice crispy cakes. Laying by these was a card welcoming us to the neighbour hood. I have only actually seen people do that in the movies. I didn't think people do that in real life.

A few days ago, our next door neighbour came over and asked if we wanted to borrow her hanging plants to hang around our house, for the house warming we are having this weekend. She had noticed we haven't got any plants yet, due to the expense of moving here, so she offered hers to make our house look nice for the guests. Probably the sweetest neighbour i've ever had.

Growing up in London, we had an old woman living in our street. Our footballs would often go into her back garden and she would shake a stick at us through the window. We'd never see that ball again. Mean old woman.
I guess it worked in the mean old woman's favour. We knew not to knock on her door for halloween. She would be the one to put razorblades in apples. Apart from the occasional football, that woman never got bothered.

I was out in the street last week, at midnight. Walking my dogs. You'd be suprised at how many of the dog walking community come out past midnight. A guy walked past, said hello and we had a conversation. At bloody midnight.

I was riding my bike last week also. A woman was in her garden. She looked up and waved as I rode by. I don't think she really counts because I think she was crazy. She was dribbling and eating worms. But still, she was friendly.

I know this isn't because I am English. They are the first ones always to say hello. I am still trying to shake my English reserve. My reserve to keep myself to myself. Afraid that I am going to be a bother to anyone. Afraid that someone will think I'm weird if I start talking to them. Us English people all know that crazy old bloke that sits and chats to anyone at the bus stop. Maybe he isn't crazy. Maybe he has just seen the light that I am starting to see. Try this for me, say hi back. Smile to him. And if he offers you one of his worms, politely decline. He needs them more than you do.