Following on (or up) from today's comments about my lack of accurate knowledge about hedgehogs, I can assure that if I knew what I was talking about I would not be blogging. If I had specialist - or indeed any in depth - knowledge about anything, I would be using it to write for specialist publications. So you may not get depth here at hhn, but you do get breadth - although a quick review of recent in-depth hhn topics does reveal that the My Favourite Sandwich Debate was a winner with everyone. (At the cricket the other day, Styx languidly informed me that he would have quite happily continued this particular debate for many many more days.)
(Incidentally, Eel Man's recent* observation that I was "an unreliable animal witness" still hurts - like hell.)
Which - as always - does beg the question about what we should really be discussing here at hhn? Politics? Nah. Tried that last summer. Music? Styx-vetoed. Women? hhn has a strict gender sensitive editorial line. Drugs? No. My mother in law reads this site (when she is not admiring her new facebook account). mrs househusbandnot? Absolutely off limits, since - as I have mentioned before - the fact that I am happy to bollox on about myself does not make it open season on mrs hhn who is fundamentally a more considering and considerate and polite and private person than I am. My work? Too worried about getting fired just as my portfolio of work is getting back into a decent stride. Madame B? She just won't tell us the details we really want, or send us a photo. My mother in law? See above. The excellent rumour I heard at the weekend about two very, very famous black sportsmen having an affair? Too worried about getting sued. Which kinda leaves me and the wormery.
So quite a lot is off limits, especially for a blog which is supposed to be the super levelling unedited honest medium du jour. You can see why I go for the cheap laughs with the hedgehog stuff, no?
In other news, a stuffy little blond volunteer at the office today was talking about my (male) colleague and saying he was no oil painting. And then she turned to me and said "And neither are you". Am considering how to get her fired, which may prove tricky since she is closely related to my boss. Offices. Dontchaluvthemsomuchitmakesyouwanttoweeyourself.
*Well, last year, almost to the day.
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hhn wouldn't accept my comment to y'day's post. Have I been barred? I'll try again.
Re Al Green. Is hhn suggesting that he only wrote one good song? ( And if so, which is it? ). Or that all his songs sound alike? Both suggestions are patently absurd surely.
Mme. B - if you're a fan of AG you might enjoy - if you don't already - his sometime label-mate ( Hi Records ) Syl Johnson.
Is it just me* or is there something deeply irritating about people referring to AG as 'the Reverend Al Green'? I know he is one and all that but there's something so craven and Chris Evans-ish about mentioning it all the time.
* What the fuck's hhn doing reading the Mail?
dear blokewhoeatsmeatnowadaysbutotherwiseshouldreallybeavegetarianjudgingbyhiscomments Nah, don't like AG at all - prefer Showaddywaddy, but very kind of you to ask.
Now hhn, this is no word of a lie. Last night as me and the him were sitting outback chatting away in our country pile, guess what trotted along the patio. A hedgehog that's right. It stuck his head into an old chocolate wrapper, sniffed around and went tootling off up the garden. Noisy as hell and pretty sprightly too. Didn't seem concerned by our chatting or anything. Thought you may want to know. I didn't ask it if it could climb trees and anyway, it had no rope or tackle with it so presume this one didn't.
Anyway that's only a few things that are off limits. The day to day observations is what we want. I went to the shop, the shop owner gave me a funny look, why i thought etc ...
hhn, it's the middle of the afternoon, and you haven't yet made up a fact about hedgehogs. Are you unwell? Do you need some help? "Hedgehogs have three ears." Or "Hedgehogs are allergic to Marmite." Or "Shakespeare's Sonnet number 113 was about a hedgehog." Help yourself, mate.
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