Edges, hedges, and the being quite fed up of rhyming headlines....

So, as those who may know the Beard will attest, there is something in me that is abnormally attracted to Edges.... the areas where what is known drops away, and we are left staring over a sheer drop... the place where one thing abruptly and suddenly becomes something else.... don't get me wrong, smooth, blurred transitions are good too, and ambiguity is something i love, but edge just hold the edge on them.... so the weekend has been very good to me, with a trip to the area where lime become grit, the ridge between dark and white, similar to the conditions a young man of my fictional aquaintance is experiencing.... followe by a walk along Stanage edge, a literal drop.... but that got me to thinking of all the other edges we encounter in life..... now edges can be fun, can be frightening, can be all sorts of things.... there is the edge we encounter when going from one school to another, from school to work, the edges we all feel every now and then... now some of us feel these edges as a drop before us, like unexpectedly finding oneself on a cliff.... where others describe them as coming to the bottom of a cliff, either expectedly or otherwise, the resulting wall stopping them going forwards.... and of course, some of us get both.... now, the crux of the matter, if i may use such words, is this.. that the drop is scary, and the cliff seems insurmountable.... and then it seems that we can go no further.... and going back, as we all know is impossible.... so there we are stuck, unless we can screw our courage to the sticking place, and step off into the void, or begin that climb.... now, starngely, the drop is the scariestto see, but the easiest to get over... whereas the climb looks ok, but is harder and takes longer.... but that is no reason to stay where we are.... now, I've long been an advocate of jumping off cliffs (at least metaphorically...) and I'm not averse to climbing... but personally, I'd much rather have the drop.... at least usually there's only one way to go.... and you don't have the risk of accidentallygoing the other way.... but I digress... what I think i'm trying to say is that sometimes we all think we're stuck somewhere, but we're not... going on might be difficult or frightening, but it's the way to go.... the only way to go.... and usually it's worth it... as I keep saying to people.... its better to be at the bottom of the ladder you want to climb, than near the top of one you don't.... whether that has any relevance at all is beyond the beard.... but the other thing i tell everyone is Take The Chance.... it might work, it might not, but at least you'll know.... and one of the worst feelings in the world is regretting not taking the chance when it presents itself.... now, years ago, i was the sort to play it safe, but since decidingto take my own advice, I've been a lot lot happier... mainly down to the chance i took with a certain young lady.... and it remains only to be said that I'm tired, and i feel that the sleep i thought I was going to have twenty minutes ago actually seems to be descending upon me.... so I'll simply say goodnight, and that until we all get the ladders we want despite the snakes, Wisebeaard salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!

Knuckles, knockles, cockles and grockles....

So, the beard again is doing his best to prove that men (and I use the term loosely...) can simply (or even complicatedly) not multitask.... if you will forgive the splitting of a probable infininitive... in attempting to write a novel, fix up my bedroom, watch a Harry Potter film, and cut a plastic strip, all theBeard has actually managed is half a chapter of possible claptrap, a half hour snooze, a loss of interest in rupert Grint (but admittedly a renewed interest in Emma watson's jeans... I hasten to add she is over 17 in this one...)and the severance (without pay) of one of my own knuckles, with ensuance of blood over keys, sheets, wood, knife, and a round of toast (to be honest, a slightly trapezoid-with-squashed-arc of toast... but then i was a non-renowned geometrist for a few moments in my long ago youth.... but i digress...).... so, i hear you all ask, as I wait with baited ears, what has been happening to the family Beard since the last slightly boring update?? well, a series of lovely evenings, nights, mornings and afternoons (and usually in that order) with a certain young lady has distracted the hairiness of wisdom in the nicest of all possible ways.... including a trip to the Birmingham Art Gallery and museum with that personage and Beard Junior, in which mummies, champions and teapots featured in varying quantities, and above all a delectable dinner at the young lady's parents abode, complete with roast potatoes and good conversation with CYL pere..... accompanied by the younger Beard and the CYL's fantastically companionable offspring.... hello to the pair of them.... the occasion of course being the love of the Beard's birthday.... somewhere close to forty...... but a fantastic week for all concerned, I hope, with the prospect of rapid transit systems, lawnmowers, and of course cake... for cakes and birthdays go together, and so the Beard, wanting to puthis all into the special day did the speakable and put on his baker's hat.... a three tier sponge with fondant and soya cream (no milk for beards!!) resulted, and it seemed to be well accepted.... but again I digress.... the bleeding seems to have stopped, and i also seem to be a member of some disturbing thing going by the name of twitter, despite never having signed up.... hich brings mme to the subject of emails.... and especially the junk ones i seem to be getting at the moment.... as i said in my reply to the last one, If:I ;;dId"wanTM.y(PartS:ENLA@RGing:I@M damned@:If-I'll,LETAbuncHOfＳＰａｍｍｅｒＳ　ｗｈｏ　ＣａＮＴPUNCtuate LoooSE £W%ith Knive?s anywhere near my person...... especialy after witnessing what i can do to myself with one.... if I want viagra or any other blue pills I'll watch saturn 5 and start crying, and above all, let the Beard tell you all.... I really don't care how many different people email me, I refuse to believe tht this is National Jizz Week...... and i will not be passing it on to my friends.... but despite all the requests for bank details, the thing that bothers me is that none of these were actually sent to me... one was addressed to bobbysox@yahoo..... yet arrived in my Hotmail.... which begs the question, how!??!! and also politely requests the question, if these can get delivered to people other than the addressee, how many emails that i send are actually going astray into someone else's inbox? but there we are..... or possibly not..... now, Todd and Oslo are beckoning me back, as is a piece of nonsense verse (of which, more later) and also a soft pillow... oe of them will win, but I'm laying no bets..... so to the strains of Imogen heap and Tori Amos (who apparently has a frog on her toe) I shall bid you goodnight, an, as the possibly late dave Allen (must check if he is alive... its the least i can do) would say, may your god go with you... so, until we can all task as much multi as we would wish, Wisebeard Salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By all the gods....

Its Hot!!!!! so hot in fact that several exclamation marks seemed necessary...... and after a very eventful month the Beard is wishing that maybe the gulf stream could be switched off for a month or two.... we'd drop by about ten degrees, and I'd be a lot more comfortable..... and of course, despite picnics by canals during working hours (and all legitimate... I love my job sometimes...) very nice weekends with a certain young lady, and a discussion about Norse myth with that personage elder son, we are all mourning the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Molly Sugden..... I wonder whats going to happen to her pussy..... little Are You Being Served related reference there..... but there we go... but the abiding topic remains the heat.... now, I'm not a big fan of the heat, or indeed summer..... autumn is definitely my favourite season, followed by winter and spring in close order.... but i've justbeen disturbed by the mating cry of a vixen who frequents my garden.... and after having a watch through the window I've totally lost track of what i was going to say.... so in the best tradition of Beardiness, I shall say nothing... except that until we all get as cool as we would wish to be, Wisebeard salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!