Mr Dingleberry

It’s been almost 2 years since Dingle met Pickles.

Dingle and Pickles live a long way away from each other. So it’s sad they don’t get to see each other as much as they would like. Dingle thinks about these type of things at this time of year.

When Dingle did meet Pickles it was in the green countryside. They both ran around and didn’t care that everyone was talking about them. They were having fun. Good old fun.

So much has happened to them both since they met. Who would have thought Pickles would go and have a one night stand with Jonny Wilkinson? Who knew Dingle had that much of a drug problem that he needed to be hospitalised?

As another year ends, another starts. That’s life. Let’s hope Dingle and Pickles can meet again for adventures together.

Dingle has always admired street art, graffiti, call it what you will. Labels are irrelevant unless they are stitched into the back of your neck.

After learning how to create a stencil of his own, Dingle slunk out into the night to roam the laneways of his hometown. It was time to leave his mark; to re-interpret the architecture of his city.

For a first attempt it wasn’t such a bad effort, a little too much paint dribble can be corrected next time. The exhiliration of the nights work was well worth it. An addiction is born. Viva!

Remember: Eating and driving don’t mix. And never ever throw your waste banana skins out the car window when you’ve finished with them. You don’t know what chaos might be caused by either of these acts.

Dingle was out in the garden climbing the lemon tree yesterday. High above the ground in the tree’s branches, Dingle looked down upon the ripening lemons and lush green garden.

He loved sitting up high in the swaying branches, so far away from everyone and the compost bin below.

Then he saw it - a collection of Temuka stoneware pottery on the lawn.

Excited by this he quickly climbed down. He hadn’t been this aroused since he stumbled on some javascript modal dialog blog posts.  Good times.

Down on the ground, Dingle felt an urgent desire to hug the mugs.  He even managed to clamber up on top of the pottery to share his love. It was at this moment he felt words coming out of himself in a way which he had no control or understanding, until he suddenly but proudly yawped:

“I shall name my first born Temuka!”

Dingle has realised not everything is easy.

Yes, it’s not that hard to link your Delicious, StumbleUpon, Digg bookmarking sites into Friendfeed, not to mention Google Reader and Twitter, and then view them via Facebook - but, getting a job where all this mucking around at home while unemployed is considered an employable pursuit is another thing.

So he’s looking at himself in the mirror to regain his focus.

That’s a whole afternoon’s work when you’re unemployed.  The morning was spent reading his favourite blog My Aching Head which gave him a few ideas about where he was going wrong with his life and how to get back on the straight and narrow with better drinking and eating habits.

Here’s to not waking up with an Olympic hangover tomorrow and forgetting all the clear thoughts he had  staring in the mirror the day before. Cheers!