Archive for September, 2008

Growing blogs

Today, Bring me Sunshine ranks 97 (out of 100!) on the WordPress Blog of the Day list for 25/9/08. Apparantly, inclusion in this list is because “these WordPress.com blogs gained the most popularity recently”.

Until yesterday, BmS was your typical new blog. A few loyal readers (mainly friends who either enjoy what you have to say, or are too polite to say otherwise) and the occasional hit from elsewhere. But that was before I blogged about the Nazi rally in Somerset. Now, if you type “Nazi rally in Somerset” into Google, BmS is currently the top link. Above the BBC report. It’s my most viewed post, quadrupled my daily hits count and sent my little graph thingy in the stats all wonky. And that’s why I’m in the top 100. It’s funny how a one off fluke sends stats charts a bit wobbly!

Hey, at least I’m honest!

Piggie names

Quite a few people have asked me how (and why!) I came up with my pigs’ names and I’ve always thought that an explantion was probably due but it wasn’t until yesterday’s discovery that two of Stonehead’s piglets are called Snugglepot and Cuddlepie has finally prompted to put together the answer.

If you’ve been reading BmS for a while, you’ll know that my lot are:-

  • Bailey, the boar
  • Brini, Scrumpy and Tia, the sows
  • Harold, the weaner
  • Fergie, Cookie, Itchy, Scratchy, Pinky and Perky, Tia’s piglets; and
  • Curly, Wurly, Bubble and Squeak, Scrumpy’s piglets.

I used to own Victoria and Albert, but they’re in the freezer…

Albie and Vicky were so named because that’s what B suggested when we got them and the very thought made me chuckle. It seemed natural to maintain the theme for future freezer pigs. But I didn’t want to do the same for non-freezer piggies, so a different theme was required. The first sow I bought (who we have since sold), I called Stella, as in CSI, but when Scrumpy and Tia arrived a few weeks later, the CSI theme just wasn’t working. But Stella already knew her name, so there was only one thing for it…

Scrumpy’s name was found because she’s a bit Scrumpy-Dumpy and Tia was just a little shot! Bailey is (or was, until autumn crept up on us) cream-coloured and Brini got her name because when I bought her, I also bought her full sister, so Brini and Brusco seemed appropriate. But I sold Brusco to the same guy who bought Stella as they had palled up. Brini’s Brini now, but that’s where her name came from.

Harold was meant to be George but one of mum’s friends, also called George, had recently embarked on a diet and mum suggested that the name association might not be the most tactful thing I could do. Harold just popped into my head and stuck.

The piglets’ names are just descriptive and are chosen for nonsensical reasons, mostly just for a laugh. Itchy and Scratchy never stop itching and scratching, Pinky and Perky are pink and lively, Cookie is the colour of chocolate and cream (and she’s also turned out to be incredibly fat, so it’s an apt name!) and Fergie’s ginger… (No, Fergie’s not for the freezer. They’re divorced, therefore it no longer counts.) Curly has an extremely curly tail and his sister is the same colour, and the first time B held Squeak, she squeaked and Bubble just seemed to match.

Of course, the freezer-name thing has promptly ended, because Albert, Victoria and Harold were all brought in, but now I’m breeding my own and having struggled to come up with suitable names, I’m not changing them again. But it was fun while it lasted.

Nazi rally in Somerset

Looks like Hitler got his wish after all – “Sieg Heil” was chanted at a Nazi rally in a Somerset village over the weekend.

Click here to see the report on the BBC website.

Hat tip to the Methodist Preacher.

Update: At some point this afternoon, this humble post became the top search result on Google for “Nazi rally in Somerset” and I thought I’d better add a bit of commentary to the events.

Bu then I realised that one of the scummers said it all himself when he was caught on video pissing up someone else’s garden wall… No further commentary necessary.

Let sleeping dogs lie

A few days ago I got a cat bed via the Freecycle network which the cats (well, the boys) seem to love. Unfortunately, judging from this photo, I think the cats have been ousted…

Snipe and Midge - 23 September 2008

Snipe and Midge - 23 September 2008

At least they don’t mind sharing!

I miss The West Wing too

Loads of people have blogged this but I saw it most recently at Rullsenberg Rules, so she gets the hat-tip.

My favourite bits:

OBAMA: I’m interested in your advice.

BARTLET: I can’t give it to you.

OBAMA: Why not?

BARTLET: I’m supporting McCain.

OBAMA: Why?

BARTLET: He’s promised to eradicate evil and that was always on my “to do” list.

and:

OBAMA: I appreciate your sense of humor, sir, but I really could use your advice.

BARTLET: Well, it seems to me your problem is a lot like the problem I had twice.

OBAMA: Which was?

BARTLET: A huge number of Americans thought I thought I was superior to them.

OBAMA: And?

BARTLET: I was.

OBAMA: I mean, how did you overcome that?

BARTLET: I won’t lie to you, being fictional was a big advantage.

Read the rest here:- Aaron Sorkin Conjures a Meeting of Obama and Bartlet

What I’ve Learnt This Week

Freshly cut brambles don’t burn – but if you leave them to dry for a few days and then light some kindling, you’ll have to stand back in a hurry lest you lose your eyebrows.

Leaving your phone switched on in a no-signal area drains your battery.

Some pigs like cabbage and sprouts. Others won’t touch them.

You can recycle (ie re-use for a totally different purpose) almost anything with excellent results. All it requires is some imagination.

The value of friendship and the benefits of laughing at nothing.

Re-entering the political debate

I’ve been added to the Bloggers4Labour blogroll and I thought that to celebrate, I should write a post about politics. But what? The “he said, she said” of the party political silly season bores me to tears, I no longer care (correction, I never cared) if Cameron wears flip flops and Brown wears a suit and Clegg… The honest truth? I couldn’t tell you anything about Clegg other than the fact that he’s the Lib Dem leader. I know not what he looks like, or even one identifying feature, such as hair colour.

In other words, I’ve slipped out of the political field and if I’m honest, I’m happy with that. I know there are some great minds out there who really are the next generation. And I know that if they are in the right place at the right time, they will achieve many great things. And that comforts me.

But, for now, what do I think?

Well, I know one thing. I’m all for a leadership challenge. I didn’t want Brown to take over after Blair but had there been a proper contest, a real debate about our ideals and the direction we should be taking as a party and as a party of government, then people might feel differently. But Brown’s single biggest mistake (other than not challenging Blair way back in the 90s) was to sit back and accept a coronation. People that I would never have described as Brownites were backing him, so a leadership contest wouldn’t have been an issue. He would have walked it. But, as always, the powers that be backed away from such a debate and I think that’s one of the reasons that Brown’s in the shit today. To me, it feels like yet another “top down” party dictate and the end result is that while I want Labour to win the next election, I don’t think we will. Contrarily, however, I cannot sum up even on drop of motivation to get involved because I simply cannot defend Brown on the doorstep.

“What’s he done for people like me?” is what I think I’d get asked and I simply don’t know what the answer is. Most of us are feeling the pinch big time now, the sums don’t add up. The cost of living has shot through the roof but wages haven’t and people are getting into serious financial shit that they can’t handle. I’m not saying this is Brown’s fault, but all I know is that some people are facing some very scary times that they may not get through intact, and it’s not good out here. As far as I can tell, if you’re not earning £25k, you’re screwed. How can I justify that? “Imagine what it would be like under the Tories”, ain’t gonna cut it.

So there you go. An incoherent mumbling about politics and Brown. I don’t do either. I never did the latter.

I can feel a feel brewing about housing, but I’ll save that for another time.