[A Daft Scots Lass]: milk and honey

Today's featured Friday Follower is BlackLOG

Every Friday I feature one of my stellar followers because I dig ye and want y'all to play nicely... Did I just say, y'all. Holy Crap, I betta get my shit together...

The birth of the BlackLOG can be traced back to the summer of 1965. Having survived an early scare, when its own umbilical cord attempted to strangle it at birth (some people feel this was a wasted opportunity to save the English language from years of abuse....)

Nothing much happened for the next 35 years except:

Breathing
Eating
Skiing
Lots of listening to music
Photography
Bad spelling
A very short illegal drinking stint (15 to 17.99999)
And a general massacre of the English language

Then a few years back, when running a Fantasy Football competition, a review of what was happening in BlackLOG world* started to seep out into the weekly results email. It soon became clear that people preferred the spewed output from a warped mind than an over complicated flight of soccery imagination. Eventually the competition died from lack of interest (I blame the world wide banking collapse for this) and the deranged outpourings were looking for a new home.....

* Not necessarily the same as yours but it has been validated as rational by the insane society, who would not touch it with a bargepole**

** Some would claim that this one act alone proves that the insane society really aren’t…. and they should stop mucking about with all that putting underwear on their head and talking to trees - who really wish they wouldn't, after all it saps their energy and stunts their growth***

*** The Insane society not the trees. The trees are just concerned about being seen with a bunch of nutters, since they attract myopic squirrels who failed to store enough provisions for winter....

An accidental meeting with blogger 2½ years and the rest is a mystery....

As a closing note, I was asked to provide 50 words to cover what the BlackLOG is all about, seriously has A Daft Scots Lass not read the BlackLOG (hang on a second is that why she only ever comments on the first 50 words of the BlackLOG?) with its goal in life to eradicate all things twitter and the evils of short wording people (despite the fact that most people only want to be short worded****) after all The BlackLOG Slogan "Why say a well constructed sentence when a badly written novel will say it much worse".

(Interject from A Daft Scots Lass - "Someone" should read their emails it was actually 500 words, Plonker!)

**** The BlackLOG has never claimed to be in step with popular opinion and I'm guessing if you have got this far neither have you...

Thanks to a A Daft Scots Lass for giving me some of her space - if she actually did - if you are not able to read this, what can I say but thanks for nothing.....

P.S. The BlackLOG is published once a week and unlike this drivel actually has an editor, Mrs B, who felt that the world was not ready for regular raw version and so sticks it in the oven at 180 for a couple of hours to burn off the worst of the excess…. Sometimes it almost works…

P.P.S. You may have noted that I never did get to the point of what the BlackLOG is all about, which probably explains a lot more about it than any words I could use…..

The pictures (courtesy of Tourettes girl) contain, along with myself, the two most important contributors to the BlackLOG. First Mrs. B for services to grammar and spelling (something which I know or care very little about) and secondly The Beast who takes some wonderful pictures despite my worst endeavors...