So the Project Day Zero continues – I’m chipping away at the easy ones. Here’s me eating home made pizzas with friends no.12
And I’m wondering about number 94, get a new camera, my new phone has a camera and I’ve downloaded a retro-camera app. Does it count? Some pictures I took this week with the app:
I’m loving lists this week so I thought I’d list some stuff apart from the 101 in 1001 list. Funnily enough I just wrote a story called lists which used a long list as a device, as the things listed went on they represented the different elements of a life growing older, the plot was a mother looking back over her sons life after he had been killed. So here’s 5 things I love and 5 I hate. Would be a good place to say list your five loves and hates in the comments, but when I request comments I get none, and when I don’t I get loads. See how you feel…..
1. Melons in summer eaten stood in the kitchen with a tea towel in one hand and the juice all over my chin
2. Beer and ready salted crisps consumed in a beer garden
3. Drinking tea, black, no milk no sugar – thanks, don’t squeeze the bag, preferably use a pot.
4. Woody Allen and most things that he creates
5. The smell of fabric conditioner on laundry on a washing line
1. Google adsense and marketing which uses what I write on social networking sites, it freaks me out.
2. Radio DJs, and most radio
3. Being woken up by the phone ringing, or actually any kind of sudden wake up, doors knocking, alarms etc…
4. Dogs, dog violence, dog noise, dog-poo, dog hotels, dog beauty parlours and dog owners
5. Parents who ignore their young childrens attempts at getting their attention *
* I have to add this. The other day I was walking through my town towards the shops, behind me were a father and a mother a baby in a pram and a little girl of about seven or eight. I heard the father mutter something to the mother then he crossed over and speeded up. It was about eleven in the morning. The little girl said, ‘Where’s daddy going mum?’ ‘To the pub.’ her mum replied. I looked across at him with a more accusing eye now knowing that. It was a weekday, 11am – no one should be in the pub, they shouldn’t even be open in my opinion. This family were not high earning people, making a judgement on how they looked daddy might have been unemployed even. So the little girl shouted, across the road and the traffic, ‘See you later daddy!’ as loud as her lungs could manage. Then she shouted it again, and elicited a small wave from her dad. It was just a raised hand, he didn’t turn back it was just like he was swotting a fly. Then she shouted, ‘I love you daddy!’ no response. He was walking faster and was about ten metres ahead of us all, but well within earshot. ‘I love you daddy!’ she shouted again, and a third time and she got ignored. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, I was torn between carrying on about my business or following until he turned off down an alley and beating him into shape. Either way the daughter benefitted nothing. So Mr Ignorant father of Bolton, you know who you are, and you are number five in a list of pretty despised hates.
Just a quick mention for the other guys, we are building a mini-bloggers community all taking part in the Project Day Zero. That’s what really got me interested because the official project day zero website looks pretty unrewarding, but I didn’t spend ages on it so I might be wrong. See how the others are getting along with their projects using these links below: