Here's how my mind works, sometimes

Sunday night at work I was thinking about my blog(taxi drivers have a lot of time to think), and came up with the thought of putting a video post on my blog. So that was cool I thought, good idea, I'll look into it and left it at that.

Anyhow(btw, I hate Paul Hogan because I can't say or hear "anyhow" without saying to myself "Have a Winfield") when I got home around 11ish (I don't work late on Sunday 'cause Monday is my only day off and I don't want to spend half of it sleeping) climbed into bed and started to think about the video again and began wondering how to start.

I was thinking like newsreaders, "Hello I Bruce Paige and I'm Heather Foord", then from left field(as it usually does) came, "Hello I'm Mister ED", then the next thing you know I'm singing

Mister Ed by Ray Evans and Jay Livingston - Mr. Ed Lyrics

A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed.

Go right to the source and ask the horse
He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse.
He's always on a steady course.
Talk to Mr. Ed.

People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mister Ed will never speak unless he has something to say.

A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse.
You never heard of a talking horse?

Well listen to this.

I am Mister Ed.

I can remember a report card from grade 4 or 5 which said Stewart is a good student but is easily distracted. Bloody hell 30 something yrs later and nothing has changed.

And if you want a tune to go with that then try this. (Reading between the lines, if you are way younger than me and have never seen Mr ED)

P.S. And after all that the Video camera is on the fritz. Currently going through the yellow pages.