Misguided Angel

In a very sentimental mood. Listening to Cowboy Junkies and Shirley Bassey. Thinking
about a little Burgundy Gem, the Cafe Carte Blanche tucked away in Observatory Cape-Town. Most especially about my old friend JU whose life ended there in a pool of blood. Yep, I am determined that I am going to tell some of those stories. They are going to spill out here, like the dancers would spill out onto the pavement to the sound of Shirley Bassey at two o.clock in the morning.

"What good is my life ?
Funny I often seem to think I will never find a dream, in my life
Till I look around and see this great big world is part of me, and my life ....
Sometimes when I feel afraid I think what a mess I have made of my life
Crying over my mistakes, forgetting all the breaks I've had in my life
I was put on Earth to be, a part of this great world ......
Guess I will just add up the score, and count the things I am grateful for"

Thanks Shirley, for reminding me.

DO NOT FEED

WARNING

DO NOT FEED THE EGO

Please do not feed or pet the ego found on this site.

Feeding compliments to the ego, may cause ego to inflate.

Inflated ego can cause serious damage to world peace.

Please beware, the ego is devious and will attempt to convince you

that it is a fun loving, harmless entity.

Thankyou

Site Management

Blog Dedication

I have this little dedication to myself, in my other diaries. So I thought it important that I put it here.

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Dear Blog

I will try to the best of my ability, to make sure that everything I write comes from a space of love, peace, joy, scerenity and positivity. I ask the universe to bless this blog.

Geoff


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Ego : Your not going to write about peace, are you ? Scoff. Next its going to be worold peace. What ! You want people to gag when they read this ? Snicker. They are going to throwup in multicoloured fonts, all over this nice clean website. World Peace, you weeny, you twit, you idiot, gasp, arrrggh

Me: This stuff is important to me, n' cause every time I listen to you Mr Ego, it turns into a F****up & I end up in a dark unhappy place. An I ain't doin it no more.

My Lords & Ladies, I present the future SIR HUNK

Yes, Its True..... I was mowed down by hordes of Nicole kidman lookalike Paparazzi. Whom, while straddling their sleek black motorcycles forced me to tell the truth at camera point. I felt rather than my one and half fans, learning the sordid tale from the local press or God forbid their local church youth group. I would reveal all on my own personal blog. Just so you can tell all the gossips, you read it here first.

I have been to see a nutrionist. ( I know its going to be hard for you all, and yes it is hard for me to accept as well...... I too thought I was perfect) However, as we are all born unto original sin, which can be clensed for a small fee at your local church. We are also born unto the original f** cell. Please note that revealing either of these two universal curses in untimely fashion to sensitive youths and other such, may cause severe trauma and worse, guilt. A Small army of psychiatrists and psychologists will then need to be deployed to cleanup YOUR Mess......

Anyhow, back to me. On Friday the 11th of last week. Auspicious for also being my birthday! I entered the hallowed portals of Nutrionists - PHD, BLAH, BSC, AND OTHER SUCH CLVS. There I was greeted by the petite, slightly toity, but O so charming, (my name reveals that my parents were enlightened hippies) P*******. P******* had small delicate hands that lightly carressed diagrams, of intestinal organs. She revealed to me, how the polys and the monos had all got mixed up and confused about being good unsaturated f*ts, or bad saturated f*ts. Poor poor, little things, O how we wrung our hands over them.

However, together.
The two of us.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Armed with a brave food plan, we would show them the way.
Viva le' nutrition !
Hurrah !

I almost leapt over her desk in sheer delight, and would have kissed her open mouthed and very passionatly. However the moment was lost as I am very shy, and had a slight headache from the constant piercing glint of a rather ostentatous dimond engagement ring, that weighed down the fair flourishes of her petite hand.

Now I am so enthused, that I spent the morning practicing a step one over food. For those of you that are not part of this cult, the mantra (my version) goes like this. "I surrender to the fact that I am powerless over food. I feel the relief and gratitude of handing this problem over to my Higher Power. I have a food Plan (to be collected tomorrow) which I will follow to the best of my ability.

Phew, there was a moment back there, when I thought. "I may just put up a before picture" but I think perhaps Not :-)

What To do ? Just do !

I have been struggling to write this blog, my ego-mind in its obsessive compulsive way, wants every entry to perfect Dickens. Also my mind has written reams of blogs, blogs of blogs of blogs (you get the idea...) in its own little world. Now that I am trying to do it in reality, the mind is going "but we wrote that the other day, don't you remeber, in the shower" So here I am doing it. "Doing it" rather than "just thinking it"