People often / sometimes / occasionally / once in a while ask me how I settle upon the subject matter for the Daily Blog. It’s a query which always gives me pause for thought - I mean, how do I? If I only knew, it
would be very much easier though - possibly - not so much fun.
Yesterday afternoon I was just relaxing in Mr B’s second-best recliner looking forward to
a bit of a zizz (having been up at Stupid o’Clock in the morning) when the first line of a future blog flew into my head. “I can always tell everything about a person by the way he or she treats my dog.”
Except that I don’t have a dog. It therefore goes without saying that, as blogs go, that one was going nowhere. I can only think that I must have been drifting off to sleep when that Totally
Random Thought flew into my snoozing head.
Almost always the thought for the day - in Daily Blog terms - lodges itself in my head at some point, usually as a result
of something I have seen, or heard, or read on my way through the day. Inevitably this makes me a Nosy Eavesdropper though I prefer to see myself as carrying out important research which sounds altogether more (i) worthy and (ii) interesting. Having identified
the thought for the day, I then let my mind wander hither and thither (mostly thither) until I feel the time has come to draw to a close and, if at all possible, get back in track. Provided I can close the blog more or less on the same theme as I started it,
readers may feel it makes sense. Or, possibly, may not but life is too short to worry over much about that.
A side effect of all the listening I do in the interests
of research is that I pick up an amazing amount of information without even realising it. Take the other day, for example. My friend Ian was preparing a pub quiz for the following Saturday and wanted to test out the questions on Anne and me, while the three
of us were on Open Church duty. The aim of the quiz was apparently to have a teasing mixture of easy and difficult questions including rounds which would confound the Uber Clever Types (UCT). So, for example, the round on politics included a question
on the name of Boris Johnson’s dog which, the Quiz Master reckoned (correctly as I found out later) would infuriate the UCT who could recite the names of every Prime Minister since 1945 but would never have counted on Dilyn as an inhabitant of Number
What amazed Anne was my quite incredible scoring in the round on sport. However did I know all the answers? she marvelled. I had to admit that it could
only be that I had gathered my sporting knowledge by osmosis - or, in other words, by being married to Mr B. All those cricket, footie and rugby matches I have watched (or half-watched) alongside him, all those sporting biographies lovingly gifted him for
birthdays and Christmases I have read aloud to him (struggling with some of the names of footballers from foreign parts), all those headlines on the sports pages I have drawn to his attention over the breakfast table.
I fared less well on the Picture Round which consisted of twelve photographs of aircraft, the only one of which I could identify being the Spitfire. Where was Brother-in-Law Baz when I needed him?
I never do well on picture rounds in quizzes, reserving particular displeasure for those quizzes which show, for example, photos of well-known (to others, but not to me) celebrities dressed up as Santa Claus, complete with disguising whiskers.
The very best quiz teams, of course, are made up of complementary talents - the historian, the well-travelled, the follower of celebrity lives, the librarian, the film buff. To which,
add the Nosy Eavesdropper. Plus the Youngest of the Darling Daughters’ fella, known to you all as Dunk’em Dave, who would always be my Phone a Friend should I ever decide I want to be a Millionaire.
The Daily Blog, like a quiz team, strives to be a little bit of everything. Sometimes, mostly by osmosis, it even arrives at the right answers.