Zebedee and Zep

Well, Plonkers it's the very last day of the A to Z Blog Challenge for 2015 and I've done it.  Without any prep, without too much scheduling, I finished.  Shoo! 

It's been an incredibly busy month with daily posts, Tweeting, Facebooking, Instagraming, 4 times a week training at the gym, 8 publication deadlines at work, a long awaited pregnancy announcement (not mine), 5km runs every Sunday, a brilliant holiday to my folks down at the coast, a trip to the vet with my viciously grumpy Jack Russell, 4 sessions of healthy meal prep, date night with the Boerewors that was cut short, a horrific experience at the dentist, a long awaited engagement, toothache for an entire week, hiding my entire body in a old army trunk,  a special dinner with a friend who I hadn't seen in 3 months and was missing terribly, an infection in my jaw and a One Direction concert with my youngest.

So, I'm in much need of a wee bit of "time out".  I plan to stay in my PJs this long weekend, watch ridiculous amounts of crappy TV (and some good shit too).  Bring on Outlander, perhaps a peppering of BlackList and a spoonful of Greys Anatomy and Elementary.  A bowl of popcorn the size of my head and a soda that would drown a small child.

Yes...that's what I will do.

Back to the Letter Z

I love the old stop animation cartoons of the 70s, you don't quite get anything like them anymore.  All the cartoons these days are full of monsters, zombies and super heros with names I don't understand.  These days anything with a cape and who has super powers is Buck.  What happened to good, old fashioned moral- teaching toonz? 

The Magic Roundabout was a favourite of mine when I was in my single digits, and I remember running home from school at lunch time to watch it on telly.  Glue to the box for half an hour, while crisping up my snow-sodden mittens on the kitchen radiator, and eating a bowl of my mum's hot tatty and vegetable soup.  Then sprinting back to school in record time for the lunch bell to reminder us about afternoon classes.

Zebedee was my favourite.  I think it would because he has the least human or animal-like characteristics.  He had a large spring for her legs and wore a particularly dashing Mexican moustache and bright bow-tie.  Who could fault his style?

Dougal and Pollux had swag, but was Zebedee who always made a flamboyant entrance with his loud "Boing!" sound and  predictably said at the end of every episode, "Time For Bed and there's been enough magic for one day".

I'm kinda cheating today for my musical finalé portion of the post.

It's a band that doesn't quite start with the letter Z, but fekkit, I'm a rule breaker and I'm gonna play some Zep - Led Zeppelin.  Guitar Solo please, Mr Jimmy Page.

Enjoy!

Z is for Zebadeed

So, Here We Are, my lovely Plonkers - The last day of the A to Z Blog Challenge.   

I actually can't believe its gone so quickly and that I made it without hard drugs or bursting a major fekkin blood vessel.

"Zebadeed"

Pronounciation : zeb-a-deed

Definition : High on drugs.

Usage : Big Tam wiz mad wi it last night, pur zebadeed it wiz brilliant.

Translation : I'm just back from my holidays in Jamaica. The beach was full of lazy niggers sitting under palm trees high on drugs and the hotel was full of fat Americans who would trample on kids just to get to the buffet.  I was keen not to be stereotyped like them so I put my kilt on and just sat at the bar for two weeks totally pissed.


There is no place in Scotland beginning with the letter Z but this is a fucking brilliant opportunity to allow me to play some Zeppelin. 

Rock On.