My arse

What’s this all about, I’m too old for this internet thing. It took ages to get on and now I think I want to get off, however someone told me this was a good way to get things off your chest, grumpy old man stylee.
Well, having discussed how to set up the site and how it works, I now find it’s way past my bed time and I’m fast loosing the will to live.
I have just spent the evening talking about the internet and domain names, which I’m led to believe some people are investing in. (I’m sure ‘in’ is one of those things you are never supposed to end a sentance with ; I think ‘with’ is the other.)
However, the thought struck me that to invest in a domain that was worth having you had to prempt the market and see that you would need to buy, compare the Meercat, before they had invented Compare the Market.
I was walking through reception and not looking where I was going when I slipped over and fell ; look where you are going .com…….. I was installing a burglar alarm and they gave me the wrong ladder ; don’t go up the effing
I have no idea whether you should sign off when you blog, but if you do have too….Goodbye, goodnight, sweetdreams..don’t let the bed bugs bite!   Joe. x


About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse. I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase.
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1 Response to My arse

  1. It seems appropriate, 8 years down the line of your blog, that I, a newcomer to your blogging life, should comment on your very first post. That is discounting the “Hello World” first post. Should I address you as m’lord? I am tugging my forelock as I say this, of course. I must say, I do like your suit, the one you are wearing in the profile picture (if you ever change that picture, then please ignore that last sentence as it will make no sense whatsoever!)
    Welcome to the blogging world, 8 years ago, although I can’t say that, because I wasn’t there then!

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