Bereavement

I know that Steve Jobs said that Lifes greatest invention is Death but he also said - nobody wants to die.
I add to that - nobody wants their loved ones to die. It is sad, depressing and worse than the Grimpen Mire.

A funeral is a time of celebration / goodbye, and it is also a time to support loved ones. What a set of conflicting emotions.

It's very difficult to know what to do to keep everyone happy.

Also, what would the loved one want? Probably for everyone to be happy. That makes us all miss him more.

Friends and family will bicker, but it is only a test of love and resolve.

When you live hundreds of miles away you realise the heart can only fly so far - it needs a body to take it with you.

Cry, it helps. But grief is lonely. Lonely and occasionally desperate. It catches you unawares. Horrid, scary, powerful. Who knows what to do?

I will know when the moment comes but, for now, all is confused.

Proud to be British

There is a debate going on in the Badger parliament at the moment. One of the honourable badgers listened to another badgers conversation and put it in 'The Daily Broc'.

Makes be proud to be a badger. Watching Badger Banron defend himself by snapping at all the other badgers.
Bed Badgerland is trying but they are all embarrassing.

I might stand for parliament myself.

Would YOU vote for me??

Gangland Badgers

I am now writing under a cloak. I have been co-opted into a Badger underworld group. Dangerous.

Look out for cryptic messages and see if you can help find me. I don't near where I will be next. I can hear a plane but I don't know where it's going.

Keep your ears to the ground / ear and if you see anything please email me.

My poor friend

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-hampshire-10650160
Did you see that article?

It was my friend Simon. Poor thing, he was the most clever badger I knew.
I cannot believe he met a metal death. Those nasty machines. Why don't they change the speed limits?

I am so pleased that out of respect for him those kind workmen did not paint over him. That says a lot about the human race. I am pleased and honoured to be a friend of men.

Badgers in the World Cup

I bet you didn't know my friend was playing in The World Cup! His real name is Schnorbitz but he has donned a human suit and is playing for real. Sadly, his hair has let him down on this occasion and it turns out he has been spotted by the Badgerazzi. Poor Schnor.

On the footballing front, aren't Germany doing well. My friend (who is a skunk) is following Germany very closely. As he said - "All Germans smell, that's why I identify with them".

I am not sure whether they will beat Spain. As my skunk friend said "The Spanish are slippery fuckers". Apologies for his crudeness but skunks can be like that.

So, on to my home country. Where did it go wrong?

Well, let's consider it. John Terry has a babe for a wife. Why on earth did he put it about elsewhere? Silly man. Poor decision-making. That explains Germany running rings around him.

Ashley Cole? Fool.

Rooney, poor Rooney, had the weight of the world on his shoulders and couldn't handle it. No surprise there.

And several others just didn't bother.

Cut their salaries, give a load to pay off the national debt and look to more gracious sports for the lessons.

The Big Old Dragon should have them for breakfast.

Better scurry, the Librarian is coming. See you soon.

More volcanoes

It seems I may have been a bit premature with the volcano comment. I managed to hitch a ride to Bermuda in April and I have only just returned. You would not believe how many wasps I encountered on the journey. It was all rather tasty but it just took so long. I had to get a ship from Bermuda to Tristan da Cunha, stow on a banana boat to Cape Town, a lorry to Kenya, a motorbike to Morocco then a gypsy caravan from Gibraltar to Calais. Then I hitched on another boat and then the train to RTW. The only time to transport didn't run on time was the Dover top Tonbridge stretch.

How can it be that a poor Badger can travel half way around the World with no problem but then I get stuck in England. What a joke!

I come back and find our what. Broc Clegg and Dodgy Cameroon have taken over the master Sett. Poor old Gobdog Broon didn't make it. Ho hum.

Still, it was a nice break and now I'm going to get back to work. The roof is dripping, some fox stole one of my pups so I need to track him down and there's rumour that The Big Old Dragon might return this summer. We'll have to see.

Finally, I heard that the Genius from PMS is on the Prowl. I'd better look out!

Volcanic bullshit

Of course, volcanoes come and go. But we've been living with them for years. Fucking volcanoes. Tossers.