The View from the Hill on Tuesday 29th June

Sorry to break the news to you this way but...dear burglars, you are too late now, having a new alarm fitted today.

That's probably tempting fate but as I don't believe in fate I'm not sure how tempting it will find my comments.

As I move towards the terminal stop on this year long writing project, I have been reviewing how my blogs have changed over that period, from some serious posts via absolute drivel. I suppose it records many things including my mood during the past twelve months. I think it's clear to see that I am a combination of a comedy genius and a miserable old bastard.

There have been days (like today) when knowing what to write about has been difficult, and there have been other days when the words have flowed out of me like brown steaming poo out of a cow.  I have peddled my rubbish around the globe with readers in the USA, France, India, Australia, China, Iran and places in the UK as different as the Houses of Parliament and Skegness.

For all time, my ramblings will be accessible via the internet, it will become an historical document and who knows if in some future time, aliens might find it and start a whole new society based around the teachings of Drew - fascinating.


Have you tried googling yourself - I bet you have, but if not you should have a go because you will be shocked at what might pop up. For example, I apparently run a second hand car dealership in Enniskillen. The whole Google results page is devoted to the Irish Drew Baxter, with just one entry about a life without faith right in the middle and then two pictures of me at the bottom of the page - I am now famous enough to make the first page on Google!

Better go and make the house a little more tidy for the alarm man - although when he walks in and sees who he is working for - he will be alarmed, and what stories to tell his grandchildren. "I fitted the alarm for Drew Baxter - no not the one from Enniskillen"!

Do you know what they use to make French bread - 8 - when the wind comes right behind the rain...

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To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for

Alexander Smith