LINK get together.

 Hi from Richard's Bass Bag 3.

We thought it could be good to get out five LINK members together for a 'welcome back' discussion.

We'll let Richard (of RBB) kick things off.

Richard (of RBB): Hi everyone and welcome to Akish The Philistine, RBB2, RBB3 and The Curmudgeon. It's really great to be able to get these five blogs all linking up.

The Curmudgeon: I have lots of links on my blog too. Lots of different Curmudgeons.

Richard (of RBB): Yeah, we won't get that lot involved, TC. Just count yourself lucky that you made it into the big five. Regular posts are all you have to worry about. Go easy on the tennis posts though. 

RBB2: I'm going to give you some very good tips to improve your double bass playing.

Akish The Philistine: Yawn. Do we really need to include three bloody bass playing blogs? 

The Curmudgeon: I was wondering about that too.

Richard (of RBB): Shut up, TC. That's just the way it is around here. Anyway, RBB3 might be taking over the religious commentary from that Catholic guy who buggered off.

RBB3: Yep, we can take care of that. I'm guessing that RBB will take care of the violin.

Richard (of RBB): Yep. We can probably all guess what Akish will be taking care of.

Akish The Philistine: Well, I will be helping to keep an eye on TC too. Bagpipes? No thanks. Hey, who is he going to play golf with now? Maybe he has a secret link to that Catholic guy?

The Curmudgeon: I haven't heard from Robert since he packed up and buggered off. I guess I'll just do lots of practice.

RBB3: Alright guys, we'll leave it there for today. Just keep those posts rolling out!

The Curmudgeon: I'm working on one at present. It's about replacing my garage door.

RBB2 [under his breath]: Shit.

Richard (of RBB): Okay, let's all try to remain positive. 

Akish The Philistine: What have I gotten myself into?

The Curmudgeon: I wonder if The Blue Guy would fit in around here?

RBB3: It's times like these that rosary beads could be handy.

RBB2: Shut up, RBB3!

Richard (of RBB): LINK team dismissed. I might need a coffee soon.

Okay, let's get this blog rolling along!

 

Rolling along!

There are plenty of blogs for you to read around here now, but Richard's Bass Bag 3 will take the cake!

ENJOY!

2024, here I am!

 Who needs The Curmudgeon, or whatever Rob's blog is called now?

BECAUSE

Richard's Bass Bag 3 IS BACK!

Now you can go between the three bass bagging sites - JUST LIKE IN THE OLD DAYS!

ENJOY!

Christmas shopping.

 Did you know that there are actually ten planets in our solar system?

I know, there aren't ten planets, I just that made up. To be honest, I don't care how many there are because my intention is to write about Christmas shopping. Anyway, there won't be anyone doing Christmas shopping on Mars or, for that matter, Your Anus Uranus. Let's move right along.

Our Christmas will be pretty small (5 people and 1 unborn) so really it'll just be like having a few people to lunch. Though, we do have four people coming around on boxing day too. Anyway, the first stop was at a money machine to get money out for kids. Then it was off to The Warehouse to pick up gifts for our little under $10 present game - you're supposed to buy one each.

I bought five because I thought I could make up a silly little game to keep people amused.*

I wrapped them all in the same paper, as you do, and decided to write Italian names on them so that I would know which is which.

Shelley guessed what 'diario' was when she saw it under our little tree which is made of plastic. I'm sure others will guess that one too and think that they must be fluent in Italian. Just like how TC keeps saying 'mea culpa' (thanks 3P), if they come across any Italians, they'll be able to say 'diario'. That should strike up a conversation - probably beginning with, "Cosa?"

I went to the supermarket and, among other things, bought quite a few bottles of Cleanskin wine.

I'll have to return to the supermarket a few more times. For example, I still haven't picked up ice cream. I guess it will be getting busier and busier. Ah well, I've got plenty of time.

I'll also squeeze in some serious bass practice.

Enjoy your day.

* Much like writing a blog post.

Fly Away.

 So, how's it going?

Part of summer is having flies buzzing around - I'm talking about inside.

Something attracts them in. Food? A new, exciting environment? Adventure? Then they can't find a way out.

Could Heaven work like this?

One moment Bert was sweating and having great difficulty breathing. This was Bert's last moment on Earth*. Bert had been a decent bloke overall. He'd been one of three children and his parents did their best in most respects. They weren't church going people, which suited Bert fine, and they weren't rich people. Bert had left school at 15 and gained an apprenticeship as a plumber. He'd married Nancy, when he was 24, and they'd raised two girls. He liked a beer (or two) and was happy when he was watching rugby or working on his old car. Both of his daughters attended university - one studied philosophy and the other chose English. Bert often joked that he didn't go to university, but he could speak English very well. He did worry a lot about how his daughters would get jobs, but they both turned out okay.

The next moment Bert was standing in a big open space. There was nothing to notice, except for two large, open gates that seemed to have captured the sun. He had nowhere else to go so he walked towards them, then through them. Bert really had no expectation of what would be on the other side. It had been a very weird day so far, so he was about to accept just about anything.

Suddenly Bert was a fly! He started to fly around the space. Maybe coming through those gates was a mistake! There were parts you could see through but, when you approached them, they were like rock - rock that you could see through. Bert wanted to get out. 

Bert sat on the big clear thing. 

OKAY READERS, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO FINISH THIS STORY YOURSELVES IN A COMMENT.

PLEASE GO EASY ON BERT BECAUSE HE IS (WAS) NOT A BAD GUY.

THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD DO TO A FLY WHO ENTERS YOUR HOME.

DOES HIS MISJUDGEMENT REQUIRE SOME TERRIBLE END?

HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO SAVE BERT, OR OTHERWISE...

* aka Jasper

I'm back.

 Arnold made those words his own.

Well, the big news is that the three bass bagging sites will all be back and working for you, so make sure you get around all three.

Shelley and Richard of Richard's Bass Bag 3* will be staying in Wellington this afternoon and this evening but, to quote Arnold again, we'll be back!

We'll be talking about many things on this blog:

• Double basses.
• Violin playing.
• Wine advice.
• General life advice.
• Gigs, or the lack of them.
• Italian language.
• Other blogs, some of which are a bit silly.
• And much, much more!

All you have to do is sit back, read and enjoy.

* the blog that's not too bad

Little bass.

When my son was young I was practising a lot of bass guitar.
I remember at time I took him into a music shop when he was a little chap.

He looked around at all the guitars and said, "Look at all the bass guitars!"

He's a bass guitarist now and a lot older.

Actually, this post was going to be about my violin.

Time is moving on, so maybe I'll save the violin stuff for next time.