Alan Gandy

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In response to my latest comment on this blog (and others)… Here’s the t-shirt that makes up my very own autumn collection!

It reads…

If you feel the need to call me a
“a fu**ing up your arse tosser”
please have the balls to say it to
my face instead of hiding behind
fake identities on the Internet…

This fine, top quality product is available for purchase from Red Bubble!

This makes it sound like I’ve died… But, it’s hard not to be touched – both pleased, and saddened – by this little gem I found on my son’s Bebo page. Life has it’s ups and downs, not all is constant – but my kids over the years have been the one thing that is – they´ve kept me going through the bad times and the good. Every moment I have with them, every line I exchange with them on Messenger I treasure – even if the conversation on Messenger is usually limited to words like ‘ye’, ‘cool’. ‘borin’ and ‘nothin’…

Joe, if you´re reading this – don’t you ever forget that I love and miss you (and your brothers) every minute of every day. Thanks for making my day!

Sam

Joe and Ben

I was recently meant to be teaching my son how to fish.

In the end he ended up teaching me a thing or two!

I’ve just finished reading this book. And very enjoyable it was too. Anyone who knows me will know I’ve always been an atheist so will not be surprised in my reading matter. The truth is that this book covers pretty much everything I’ve ever said about religion. It’s ‘my’ argument! Read the rest of this entry »

Gandy
English (of Norman origin): of uncertain origin. The most plausible suggestion is that it is a nickname for someone who was in the habit of wearing gloves, from Old French ganté, a derivative of gant ‘glove’ or an occupational name for a glove-maker, Old French gantier. However, a certain Hugh de Gandy was High Sheriff of Devon in 1167; it is possible that his surname is a habitational name from some unidentified place in France or even from Ghent in Flanders.

And now…

Actually neither of them are  – Guido is a dog, and Elle hasn’t got a bitchy bone in her body. But the headline got your attention didn’t it!

For no particular reason – here is a picture of our dog Guido…

What is it with kids today! (OMG – I hear my dad´s voice ringing through my head again…) We have just had the boys to stay for most of the summer, gave them the freedom of the town, and the beach which are in walking distance… And what do they do – sit around the house playing on the computer….

It´s just not natural – at their age I´d have been down the beach from morning until night with dark glasses and a big brimmed hat staring and scantily clad women and girls. Should I be ordering DNA tests – they couldn´t possibly be mine could they?