Keep Buggering On.

As a blogger I beware of Oscar Wilde's statement on a friend: 'He has nothing to say. And he says it'. But what might seem to be of little or no interest to people reading this will definately be of significance to me. It's as if there are two interconnecting worlds. There's my own little world, and there's the collective world of everything else that is out there. My task as a blogger is to impinge something of my world onto the wider universe out there, and to make an impact, albeit ever so small.

With this in mind I have to report that there is absolutely naff all going on around here this week! Life is skinning over like a rice pudding going slowly cold.

It's the fag end of a poor summer, business has died a death (since those greedy banks and building societies landed us all in dire economic straights as a result of their indiscriminate lending), and the phone is quiet. I don't even mind the cold callers so much lately. Any call it seeems is better than no call at all.

But then at a personal level there are some very excellent reasons to be cheerful. Lynne and I have recently become engaged, and we marked the occasion with the happiest of lunch parties for friends and family. Last week I celebrated my 55th birthday very pleasantly. Jack and Lauren are just back from a week's camping - no make that drowning - in Cornwall. It's good to see them back safe and sound. And I'm excited about the speech I'm preparing for the a humourous speech contest at Speakers Club next week.

So it might be small beer and biscuits in the great scheme of things, but hey - in the words of Winston Churchill - 'K.B.O.' That's what I do - K.B.O.

And what does K.B.O. mean? It means Keep Buggering On.

See I saw this play on T.V. a while ago and there he was – well an actor playing him anyway - toiling and striving to win the war, almost single handed at times, and he kept saying to his driver 'KBO!'; 'KBO!'. What he meant was Keep Buggering On. It was his little joke, with his driver.