Bitch on the Blog

July 20, 2013


This post is dedicated to the one and only John. And no, I will not give you his blog link. He is already far too popular to answer all his adoring followers. So leave it. And anyway he has Albert and other fur and feather to look after. And unmentionables to wipe.  Fact is, if it weren’t for Chris (my foe), I’d ask John to marry me. No strings attached. And I do make a mean Scotch egg or two (for those who’ve already lost the plot don’t worry: It’s an in-joke). Mind you, I am no fool or under any illusion: An egg will NOT swing a deal. Not even in Wales.

Yes. Upshot being: I am in love with John. I do like to play it safe.

Certain that he’ll take me under one of his hens wings when the time comes. And wring my neck when I can’t hang myself.

Hugs and kisses,




  1. I’ve seen a gravatar at comments, of a guy holding a hen & I think his name is John–or is it Nick? I’ll be sleuthing around to find out.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — July 20, 2013 @ 14:00 | Reply

    • It’s John – not Nick. I’d never fall in love with Nick. The man has no vision. Anyway he is too old.

      And I am betrothed to Ramana. Who is even older. But exceptions are made so the rule has something to hang onto. Luckily my heart is wide. In fact it’s like a bouncy castle. Other than that: I am melting. It is so HOT, Cynthia. Difficult to know where to roost. Not only does heat rise (we live on the top floor) but the sun shines upon us too. From the top and three different angles. British internet buzzing with advice how to keep cool. Best one so far – and this can only come from an American: Keep your pillows in the fridge before bedtime. It’s what I love about Americans: They think big. Particularly when it comes to fridge size. Yes, I too would like a SMEG. At least I am not stranded at an airport. With not one fucker with money and contacts to lift me out. Though do have high hopes of Richard Branson.

      Neckar Island greetings,

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 20, 2013 @ 20:17 | Reply

  2. Google was no help here: Wales bloggers named John

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — July 20, 2013 @ 20:27 | Reply

    • Alright then, since it’s you: Please don’t tell him I sent you. He thinks me as mad as a lidded pot of warty frogs already.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 20, 2013 @ 20:36 | Reply

      • YEP! That’s he holding the chicken. ( I’d rather say that’s him like everybody else.) When I saw his picture & comment, he didn’t divulge his website. He looks like my cousin in Massachusetts who raises chickens so I thought of him as the same. This guy would never settle for that.

        Comment by bikehikebabe66 — July 20, 2013 @ 20:59 | Reply

        • I don’t think I am with it any longer: I have no idea what my brain is on but it most certainly seems to have dimmed light. What do you mean ‘the guy would never settle for that”? Which guy? John or your cousin? And settle for what?

          Thing is, and please don’t tell me that I have said it before: John is one of life’s good guys. If there is any Karma he won’t come back as a dog (or a chicken) in need of a home. He will have a home.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — July 21, 2013 @ 04:28 | Reply

          • I meant your John would never want to just raise chickens in Massachusetts like my cousin Ralph Henry. However his garden looks like John’s.

            Comment by bikehikebabe66 — July 21, 2013 @ 04:37 | Reply

  3. You are selling yourself too short. I’d get the whole hen or it’s no deal. Once you’ve eaten the egg, what’s left?

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 21, 2013 @ 01:12 | Reply

    • It doesn’t happen often, Renee, but your enigmatic response has me go away and ponder. My relationship with eggs is tenuous at the best of times. Eggs are like people. Wonderful. You can scramble them, poach them, hide them in a cake. But can you fry an egg? Perfectly? HA! That’s an art. More of which later.

      Sunny side up, yours,

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 21, 2013 @ 04:23 | Reply

      • PS Considering your current situation (of which I only learned after writing my response to your comment): Thank you for taking the time. Means a lot to me.


        Comment by bitchontheblog — July 21, 2013 @ 10:17 | Reply

  4. It’s john
    And it’s a bantam I was holding
    Oh I love adulation so keep it coming
    I am shallow as the next guy

    Comment by John — July 21, 2013 @ 15:24 | Reply

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