Well, Murph has gone and suddenly everything seems different.I'd sort of dared wonder what would happen in the unlikely case of Murph's demise and sort of assumed that Oz or Lily would sort of pick up the reins - I'd even thought of a name for the Tibetan Terrierist - "Oz World, Mostly". When the time actually came after 3 years and hundreds of posts by the wise old Lab Cross it just seemed completely wrong to try and seamlessly continue like Little Feat without Lowell George or Taggart without, er, Taggart.
So "It's a Dog's Life" will sit there in memoriam, like 10cc should have done.
It reminded me that I'd been assisting Mr Murph in his scribblings for about 6 months before something occurred to me. My late Father retired in the 80's and put a great deal of enthusiasm into his employer's quarterly Newsletter to retired staff around the globe and one feature popular amongst the 37 readers of this photocopied missive was the hilarious stories of his (psychotic) Old English Sheepdog Bobby and little (overweight) Westie chum BeeBee. It was called "It's a Dog's Life".
OMG I thought! I've turned into my Old Man!
Anyway if you've braved the hyperspace leap from Murph's blog to here, thanks for coming and I'll try and defy statistics and keep this bloggy rolling! Oz and Lil and Mrs (so-called) Rine send their best and will no doubt appear in these bright blue new surroundings from time to time.
....Bring me Sunshine, all the while.............
16 comments:
Good on yer, Rog!
I hope I don't turn into my old man. I think drink driving is more frowned upon than it used to be!
It's a disconcerting realisation, that one is turning into one's parent and that there is nothing to be done about it.
It's been very quiet the last few days, with Murph gone and Dave away. I'm glad you've started blogging.
Good luck with the new blog Rog.
Hope your short fat hairy legs will keep this one up and running for a long time.
You can't see the join....
Will always miss the Murphster, but I'm so glad you've decided to stick around.
Wise move....thanks for bringing me sunshine.
Very sad about Murph, but looking forward to reading more from Oz, Lily and the rest.
Hi y'all - and thanks very much for your posts and comments. I feel like Kate Winslett. Mrs Rine suggested that wouldn't be a good career move though.
Geoff: It's allowed in the Country Lanes of Kent after 10pm I believe.
Z: I hope Dave hasn't disappeared into his own naval.
Kaz: It feels very strange to be back. Although it's Oz with the short fat hairy legs - I'm the one with the toupee.
Tim: I just need a schtick to pick up now...
Kelly: Wise move...I see what you did there!
Timorous - Good to see you - and glad you've moved on from the airheads.
Well, I certainly hope I don't turn into my parents - especially my dad. The thought of that is terrifying.
I'm glad you've decided to carry on. Best of luck x
As long as you don't wipe your mouth on our trousers you should manage OK.
I'm not really here yet. Back tomorrow. Glad you've started blogging anyway.
Betty: If I turn into my Mum it will probably be driving a steamroller.
Richard: I bet you say that to all the girls.
Dave: Glad to have you back in the warm bosom of East Angular.
Glad you've decided to carry on though it's not going to be quite the same with the wise erudition of the Murphmeister.
And so...to comments....
I tried on a smart shirt in a shop a while back and got a terrible shock. As I handed it hastily back to the assistant he enquired "not suitable sir?". "Sadly no, I replied,"it made me look just like my Dad."
OMG!
I'm a bit late, sorry I've been to steal back my horse :)
Good luck with the new blog Drew - I'm sure you'll get better at it and follow gamely in the masters pawprints. XX
Dammit I'm late to find you. Excellent news. I will try to behave.
Magwitch: It would bake anyone a little shirty.
Ziggi: Yes, I've studied under Ernie Wise.
Vicus: Behaving badly is your schtick!
Late to the party yet again.
*sigh*
*sniff*
Did you leave me any olives?
PS. My word verification is vaskint...quite apt really.
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