There was a Facebook post the other day that asked: What object defined your childhood? Loads of comments underneath. Tons of dafties with nothing better to do. Pictures of Space Hoppers, the towers at Ravenscraig imploding, Harry Potter, Tamagotchis, that sort of thing. I only saw all this because my friend had replied: What about all that white dog shite, eh? And everyone went: white dog shite, fair point. Thumbs-ups bi...
This man decided to make a sandwich, but you WON'T BELIEVE what happened next. My jaw dropped! How is this even possible? An AMAZING life hack you NEED to see! You've been doing it wrong your whole life. This. Changes. EVERYTHING. - - For the full story, CLICK HERE - - - - - - Uh, I put the jam on first when I'm making a PB and J. - Related Content: • What this dog does every day will leave you sobbing. No wonde...
Was reading some posts on Face book today that alluded to the fact that people who share their problems and experiences are sad and pathetic people. It got me thinking, does it really? And if so, what does that mean about us who base our writing on our lives and or experiences. Are we too, sad and pathetic?? I like to think that people who are willing to share their hurt and difficult times are STRONG. I don’t know anyone...
His finger stroked the mouse, hovering over the button. His heart was beating in his chest and his hand sweating.“Oh, just do it,” Rufus said aloud.Finally, he clicked the ‘send request’ button, confirmed whether he wanted to send the request and immediately shut the computer down and went to bed.“Up early tomorrow, after all... Night Amy,” he said to the empty room.Rufus laid awake thinking of Cynthia. He couldn’t get he...
Social Media I’ve often been told it’s a risk to enroll in the sites that so many attend – where you create a page as a way to engage any members you choose to befriend. With a list that contains over two billion names, it’s a good bet there’s someone you know, you’re bound to get bites if you cast some invites – your connections are certain to grow. They’re media tools where there aren’t many rules, where the residents c...
I Barely Know Her I barely know her I’d never seen her face I barely know her But my tears are for herShe’s a friend of a friend Drinks and laughs one night out Later a facebook friend For future wild nights outA facebook status update Announces the worst news She’s got Leukaemia And suddenly she’s my worldI read her statuses daily To see how she is A harrowing account of life Through her anxious eyesThe tests and chemo s...
I start up the computer to see the white and blue I never liked the blue so what do I do? I google far and long to right the blue that's wrongI fiddle with the screenuntil the red is green Now the whites are revolting, the blacks are amusing but oh noes what do I do? pink is the new blue Petrified by the situation of mistaken sexual orientation So I switch off the screen and partake of caffeine But I still don't like the...
