“I like the English. They have the most rigid code of immorality in the world.“
~Malcolm Bradbury
I’m nut sure exactly when I became friends with Dave Fowler. Truth is, I didn’t realize that he wasn’t Dave Wright (Blogger Dad) for the longest time. One day, after a particularly long sequence of emails, I realized something was wrong. “This guy used to be a reporter?” I thought. He can’t even spell. At that moment I realized I’d been talking to a different Dave, one who lived on the other side of the pond where they don’t love the letter Z and, by all accounts, feast on some truly dreadful dishes. It was an a-ha moment, a thousand cheerios! and blimeys! bloomed into clarity.
But not really.
Actually, Dave’s been here since the beginning. He’s been reading Writer Dad since words were bouncing against the walls of a mostly empty blog. My favorite thing about Dave is that, though he left the force to be a stay at home dad, he maintains the voice of an officer (even though he was an English bobby who preferred scones to donuts and wasn’t allowed to carry a gun like a real man). Dave is always willing to step into a situation with articulate authority, and express what he feels is right. Sometimes with humor, other times with carefully crafted words, but always with honor. Dave Fowler is a jolly good man and, indubitably, a Blogger I Heart.
Here’s Jeeves:
Dare To Dream
I am a chronic daydreamer.
I’ve been a daydreamer all my life, and will remain so until I close my eyes forever.
As a child I was constantly criticised for my wandering mind.
Whilst my body was in the classroom, my mind was often absent; engaged in another, far more interesting world.
Without a doubt, daydreaming held me back; at least as far as my formal
education was concerned. I simply didn’t learn half of what was taught. In fact, I never even heard it.
I sometimes wonder what I might have become had I not been so distracted by my wandering thoughts. I’ll never know for sure, but one thing I do know…. I was born to ponder.
I love to think, and I love the random thoughts that float about my mind. My favourite thoughts are those that pull me into a dreamlike state, then coalesce to tell a story.
It is never the sort of narrative that could become a novel, or even a children’s book, rather it is a simple story about my life; my future to be more precise.
It’s a beautiful moment; detached from reality, and immersed in a daydream.
It feels real. I see the sights, hear the sounds, smell the scents, and feel the emotions.
Once the dream has finished, it feels as though it’s actually happened, and my mind lingers with the aftertaste of a memory.
I used to fight my daydreams to stave off the constant bombardment of criticism, but I’ve come to realise the inherent power in these flights of fancy. I now believe my ability to daydream is a treasure in my life, rather than the curse it was at school.
I realise that nearly everything I’ve achieved in my life has been the product of a dream developed.
When I first met the woman who would later become my wife, I used to dream about what I would say the next time I saw her. I used to dream about how we’d fall in love, how I’d propose, and how we’d live happily ever after.
I’ve fostered daydreams about my cars, my career, my house, my interests, and pretty much everything else that make up the minutes of my days.
I’ve found this to be an incredibly powerful mechanism for achieving those things I long for most.
Prior to my revelation, I’d read much about goal setting and achieving success in life through identifying key steps, setting deadlines and then writing them down. I’m sure it works for a great many people, but I am not one of them.
My goals just ended up being another list of “things to do.” Unfortunately for me, previous experience proved me a repeated offender of ignoring such lists.
But a story …. a story pulls me in and commands my attention; transports me from one reality to another. A different atmosphere, where anything is possible.
I can be the hero of the story, or simply observe from a short distance away. Either way, I’m still involved.
The fable of my future - born of my daydreams - captivates and excites me like little else. I am compelled to chase those dreams.
Within the last year, I’ve dreamt outrageous dreams of leaving my job and living a new, more rewarding life. I’ve also dreamt of earning a living by creating things of value, and then inserting them into my own agenda.
The first part of my dream has already come true. I have absolutely no doubt that the rest of the dream will also come to be a reality.
In fact, it’s already starting to happen.
I urge you - dare to dream - about what’s possible. Buy into the story you create for yourself, then fulfill it with happiness and success.
You can find Dave speaking Constapateze here. It’s fun to read his blog while imagining the many funny faces that English people make while speaking.
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I remember being told that Aboriginals believe that only in the world of dreams do we touch reality - our awake time is the dream, the unreal. Cool.
Also cool that you not only admit to daydreaming, but relish it. Rare, that.
I like to woolgather, too…when I was a child, it was a useful skill, a way to remove myself from whatever reality was a boor at the moment and find a better place to be. Now I’m molder, it’s a way to wander down storylines and see if I want to go there or find a different way to the end.
I think we can create our reality, create our circumstance…so good for you for letting your mind wander and your life follow.
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
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I, too, had problems for “not quite being there” in class. That was probably in fifth grade; when my teachers were sure I would not advance past sixth grade. Needless to say, I did. And then some.
But I’ve never given up on “not quite being there.”
Sean - I imagined Dave to look more like Wallace of Wallace and Grommit than Mr. Bean. And yes, you were speaking to the same person. For Dave and I are the same. We are One. All Dave’s are. Shhh, it’s out secret.
Dave - Great post on daydreaming. As a fellow daydreamer, I look forward to making some of them come true soon. Very inspirational post, Dave.
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Hi Sean - LMAO at your comments re: Dave’s spelling. I’m always writing stuff then changing my s’s to z’s, incase the American’s think I’m an idiot.
Dave - when I read that, it reminded me of how I was at school. Most of the time I daydreamed, or wrote stories. And I agree on the goal planning thing.
It’s far easier to achieve your goals, when you can see what they look like in your head. My trouble is, I also daydream about stories I want to write and trying to get into a character’s head, so I’m probably bringing a whole heap of bad stuff upon myself too.
I feel like the geek at the back of the class who everyone shuns because they are so different.
I am not a daydreamer. The cold, hard facts ma’am, is all I require.
I was never a dolly daydream at school. I loved maths and physics and I wanted demanded information not flights of fancy.
Sure I have hopes and aspirations, but they are usually scribbled in pencil on one of the hundreds of lists I have littering the house.
However, I hear your words Dave about daring to dream so I’m going to make an effort just for you.
Oh and Blogger Dad and Dave Fowler are absolutely the same person. They have the same stubble and the same specs and everything.
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I think Dave Fowler is one funny, funny man.
Like…funny in the head, you know?
omg, you’re my clone! Except you have shorter hair. And a funny lilt to your voice. And you’re that other gender. But except for that… Cool! Now I know why I love you so much!
Do you find, Dave, that your daydream world is the happiest place on earth? Where everything’s brightly colored and sparkly? Where everything’s energized and exciting? Aren’t you just drawn there?? I LOVE the world in my head—and since I’ve started living it, I’ve found the boundary between the worlds has blurred. Now the tangible world (not real world, please, because they’re both real) is becoming as happy, colorful, and exciting as the envisioned one. Truly, we DO create our worlds. It all starts with our thoughts.
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@ Cath - I get into my characters’ heads too…which can lead to some interesting times at my house…
Me: “I told you about that yesterday”
T: “No you didn’t.”
Me: “I did!”
T: “Hun, you weren’t home yesterday.”
@Tara - you may have just explained why I do better with quantum physics than with cosmology…it’s more dreamy than concrete!
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
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WD - I love your introduction, it’s priceless! Dave is certainly a jolly good man!
Dave - The first thing that comes to mind reading this is a song by the Monkee’s — “Daydream Believer”… I think that song title fits you quite well. You’re a ponderer (is that a word?) - yes you are. I see it in your posts and in your comments. And your pondering makes me think — even if I just want to go to sleep! I’m a dreamer too (although less in recent years - and I miss it) — so I’m going back there. Hey, if it’s ok for Dave, it’s ok for me!
Dream on Dave…dream on…
I used to do the same sort of daydreaming, and my wife does the same thing. She’ll have whole conversations with me (and others) in her mind. At first I thought I might have to find her a good mind-shrink, but turns out it’s a useful thing and helps her avoid saying stupid stuff. I could do well to follow her example.
Writer Dad, you’re in a world of trouble now my friend.
I do NOT prefer scones over doughnuts (not donuts! Please!). I like them both equally and preferably together.
Now if I’d known you were going to use a Mr Bloody Bean picture I would never have approved it. Shame on you for mocking me.
I got to thinking how you and I are alike as writers and reasoned that we both get our words to line up and communicate meaning and feeling. It’s just that you play to your strengths and charm your words in to a line all singing and dancing. I also play to my strengths by beating them into submission. We get the same end result, wouldn’t you agree?
Thanks Sean for extending me the honour of a guest post at your fabulous establishment.
Kiddrynn: I have to admit to it. It’s patently obvious that I’m a daydreamer. If you spent more then 10 minutes in my company you’d see me drift off every now and then. All it takes is one word and I’m away with the fairies.
I can certainly relate to some of what the Aboriginals believe about reality. I think sometimes some of the things that happen in the mind can have a valid claim to being ‘reality’.
Charlie: My teachers did give up on me but my father didn’t. He went to school, banged his fist on the table and told them to find a way to engage me. I did fairly well in the end, but never quite met my academic potential.
BloggerDad: I wanted to name all my children Dave. Even the girls, but my wife wouldn’t let me.
Glad I inspired you today Dave, it’s usually the other way round.
Cath: LOL because I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t add Zs and get rid of Us. I love them too much. I have considered putting a disclaimer on all my posts, right at the top saying, “I’m British” - but I think that could work against me.
It’s weird though. I have the capacity to imagine my own story but I can’t (yet) see anyone else’s, which is why I don’t believe I have a novel floating about in my brain. I hope I prove myself wrong one day.
Tara: Are you really a geek? As I remember it the geeks sat at the front of the class closer to the teacher – not the back as you claim!
I love the cold hard facts too but only if it’s something that interests me. If it doesn’t I just tend to close down. I don’t blame my teachers for not being able to engage me, education was different for you and I fifty years ago, er, sorry I meant 30 years ago (for me at least). Teaching wasn’t geared up for ‘creative’ pupils.
Oh, and BloggerDad and I are going to take over the world. Better be nice to us if you want to tag along!
Matthew: Thanks for noticing. WriterDad and BloggerDad will happily testify that I am funny ONLY in my head (they’ve seen my emails attempting humour with a ‘u’).
Julie: You know, I looked in the mirror this morning and I thought exactly the same thing. Perhaps we’re twins separated at birth?
I tell you what, I feel energised just reading what you’ve written. You feel it even more passionately than I do. It’s brilliant!
Daydreaming can be a very happy place, but it’s also often fairly short lived. It depends what sort of mood I’m in to begin with.
I absolutely LOVE your last two sentences.
Lance: I have much to ponder. Life isn’t just what goes on in front of our eyes. So much of it takes place behind them.
I see very much that you are a man who asks questions of himself and others. A fellow thinker. I hope you find more times to dream your dreams. I’ll bet they’re fantastic!
Oktober Five: I once questioned Matthew Dryden on his use of imaginary conversations, wondering what he got from them. Only now have I recognised that I’ve been doing it all my life without really being aware of it.
It doesn’t stop me saying stupid things though
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Kiddryn: WD is right. I can’t spell. Sorry
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I loved this. And I love that you’re effortlessly able to open the door and invite us to come in and have a seat inside your head. It’s so nice to visit that it’s easy to imagine the essential goodness of living there.
Your writer’s voice is so you that when reading I can hear the Brit. Have you ever considered putting these clips on audio embeds? It would be great.
Thanks, and thanks to Sean for an excellent series of collaborations.
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Real men don’t need guns. *smile*
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Betsy: You say such lovely things.
I’m not sure I could do the audio thing. It’s never even occurred to me to consider doing it. I always wonder whether people would be disappointed if they didn’t hear an English accent like the one they were expecting to hear.
Does my nationality really come out in my writing (other than the social references and spelling)? Curious.
Urban Panther: You tell him!
WD: I have other ways to measure my manliness!
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Great post, Dave. My husband and I have a mantra, “If you can dream it, you can do it.” It’s been the leading philosophy of our lives, of our encouragement for each other, and most important, it’s our experience. Wishing you a continuation of wonderful dreams!
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So funny thing that I got Blogger Dad and Dave confused, not that either of them know it.
Dave, this is beautiful. I think I’m going to make my husband read it. I’ve been telling him this sort of thing for ages but he tends to blow it off as my pie in the sky, ‘you can do anything’ rubbish.
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WD - that intro made me chuckle. the Mr Bean picture made me laugh even more, that’s sooooo not how I think of Mr F. And I don’t know a British bloke who would be complimented by having a pic of the awful awful AWFUL Mr Bean next to their musings.
Mr F - Daydream is my middle name. The wotrld I dream in and the world I live in rarely cross paths, but when they do I get all spurred on by the power of dreams. So I loved this post and appreciate what you’re saying. NEVER stop writing or dreaming.
Tara - Noooooo not The Geek! Maths? Physics? Oh dear, we so wouldn’t have been on the same team at school….
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“Buy into the story you create for yourself, then fulfill it with happiness and success.”
This is so right on.
Thank you. I needed to see that today.
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Dave, your post reminded me of one of my highschool classes. I was sitting there, completely oblivious to what the teacher was saying because I was off in my own world of dreaming about something, letting my mind wander and following it every which way. I was abruptly interrupted by my teacher standing over me asking me what I was doing. I told her I was somewhere other than her class. She then snapped at me saying something rediculous like “daydreaming is for children, you are in highschool now, PAY ATTENTION.” I shouldn’t have, but of course I did, pointed out the poster she had haning on her wall with thick bold letters, underneath the photo of George Washington that said “DARE TO DREAM.” Needless to say, I was dreaming in the principals office shortly there after, but he just laughed at me, told me to get back to class and to start paying attention.
Great post Dave.
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Tricia: Quite right. It’s superb that you’re already living the dream life. I think I’m going to instil this in my children’s minds too. I haven’t yet been able to detect whether any of them are daydreamers, but if any were I wouldn’t dissuade them, I’d encourage them, as you and your husband do for each other.
Deconstructing Jen: I forgive you. I once got two Tim Atkinsons mixed up and neither of them knows it.
For what it’s worth you can tell your husband that I used to be pessimistic and negative but then things started to change for the better when I adopted some positive thinking. You should also mention that I’m not a tree hugger (no offence to tree huggers
).
I’m a regular guy who likes beer and other manly pursuits, so he wouldn’t have to be a big old sissy to get the benefit. *GRIN*
Mom/Mum: THANK YOU! No, really, thank you. I certainly wouldn’t have chosen Mr Bean for myself. I’d have chosen someone a touch more rugged.
I think if I ever stop writing it’s because I’ve run out of words, but I’ll never run out of dreams.
Steph: I’m pleased you liked it. Sometimes these things crop up when you need them the most. It’s funny though, because you said what I needed to hear. Thank you.
Sal: LMAO. Yes it’s a shocker when you’re suddenly aware of someone standing over you. You don’t really know how long they’ve been there and it’s a bit unnerving.
I love the ending to your story, and I hope you’ll pardon my ignorance…. I knew my title wasn’t original but I had no idea George Washington said it. That’s pretty cool. Thanks Sal.
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Perfectly perfect for today while I sip my tea.
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Kyddryn: You have the most wonderful way of expressing yourself, Kyddryn. Woolgathering… I quite like that.
Charlie Hills: Sometimes not quite being there beats the bloody heck out of the opposite.
Blogger Dad: I totally should have done Wallace. That would have been awesome! And you and Dave the same, no duh.
Cath: Never change! I love it when I see the S’s. I immediately know I’m not reading an American, which instantly shifts perspective.
Tara: Dreaming is awesome. You can give yourself super powers. Just yesterday, I gave myself the super power to not care when people are being awful! Then the daydream stopped, the people were still awful, and I felt terribly sad. Perhaps you’re right.
Matthew: I do.
Lance: I think I’m going to try out an all English post, just for jolly good grins.
Oktober Five: I have loooong conversations in my head with no one in particular. Quite embarrassing really.
Dave: Fine, but I bet you prefer tea to coffee (which is totally criminal). We all know Rowan Atkinson is your uncle, please stop pretending like he isn’t.
Sometimes, when it’s late at night, I have to beat my words into submission as well. It’s my absolute pleasure to have you here. (P.S. I love your bolded U. Very charming.)
Betsy: My pleasure. Collaboration is one of my favorite things about this medium.
Urban: You’re right, but Dave is starting with such a deficit, it could only help.
Dave: Yes. It does, but in a good way.
Mom/Mum: It’s the opposite of how I think of Dave, which is precisely why I thought it was awesome.
Steph: You are quite welcome, Steph.
Sal: That’s a terrific story, Sal. Made me laugh, and easy to picture.
Dave: You will never run out of words. When I first started writing, that was my constant fear. I promise, language is a well that never empties. You WILL repeat yourself, but when you do, it will still be different. The reason that you didn’t know Washington said that is because the only pertinent fact you blokes learn about the big GW is that he kicked your limey asses all the way back across the Atlantic.
: > )
@Dave: I don’t think that he said it necessiarily, but it was more the mindset behind the man. I just thought it was funny that it was the same as your title. And yes, it was a bit unnerving at the time, but the whole class lost it when I stood my ground.
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I said to Rita that I never use the word hate to describe a person. Well I lied because I hate Mr Bean. I’d like to punch his smug face till the cows, goats and pigs come home.
Black Adder, brilliant Mr Atkinson.
Mr Bean, What are you thinking of you rubber faced clown?
As for Dave Fowler, I bet he was called Foxy by his mates at work and he’s ok if you like that kind of thing.
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Dave, I feel MUCH better after reading this post. I, too, am a chronic daydreamer. When people are aggravated at how they sometimes can’t fall asleep, I was all “Why?? That’s the best time to daydream. I hate that I fall asleep before I am finished.”
I always felt a little guilty. But no more! It’s a change-your-life thing. I like that.
@Dave: “I certainly wouldn’t have chosen Mr Bean for myself. I’d have chosen someone a touch more rugged”.
I’ve got it! I’ve got it! David Brent. But without the dance moves. And the British version.
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Hey Dave, thanks for giving me an excuse to let my ADD take over for a few moments.
Back when when I was in school I used to gaze out the window and look for the tallest tree. Once I found it, I would imagine I was sitting on the highest branch that could possibly hold my weight (I was a somewhat ‘realistic’ daydreamer) and just sit out there in my mind, feeling the sun on my face and wind in my hair. I could actually smell the essence of the outdoors while I sat in the classroom.
Then I would get a rude awakening when the teacher would call on me to answer a question pertaining to the lesson being discussed. Let’s just say I rarely got the right answer.
Wonderful writing, Dave, and thanks for sharing. Eric.
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Writer Dad - Lovely! (As the English would say).
Dave - I am where you are - exactly where you are - quit work and am trying to make something happen. Yes, I do dream a lot
Your post hit me in the heart - softly …and made me feel good.
You have a great attitude and it is lovely that you are infecting your kids with it. I am sure Part 2 of your dream is right around the corner - waiting to happen
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Janice:
Oh tea is definitely my beverage of choice. Especially when I sit down at 1030am to enjoy a nice slice of homemade cake.
Writer Dad:
Coffee is for those who hate their taste buds.
It’s nice to know you’ve got a rough streak when needed.
Glad you noticed the U.
Surely you meant surfeit?
And you must be kidding me if you think I’m going to enter into that debate with you here on WD, I’d get hammered. Owning an empire is like being in love, if you love your empire, let it go.
Sal:
I was starting to like GW until Sean said those things about him. Oh, OK, I still like him.
Tim:
Well that’s tough luck because Mr Bean loves you more than that grotty teddy bear he takes to bed.
No, rarely have I been called Foxy as it happens. Poxy, but not Foxy.
I like it though. Delicious Dave. Foxy Fowler.
Hayden:
That’s the absolute best time. The BEST. I try to drag that out or ages, but like you I’m often beaten by sleep.
It’s also why I love the snooze alarm so much in the morning.
Hayden, I’m going to go to bed earlier tonight just to play that game!
Tara:
LMAO. Actually I see Dave Blogger Dad Wright as David Brent. Same sort of hair.
I’m surprised you haven’t pointed out one of Rowan Atkinson’s other characters. Are you feeling unwell, or do you just feel sorry for me?
Eric:
That’s a brilliant description of your daydreaming. I too had a window at school that I favoured for starting my daydreams. If I close my eyes now I can still picture the view and even recall a few memories. Thanks for taking me back to a specific moment in time.
Maya:
You have a great way with words.
Making stuff happen is tremendously satisfying. Knowing that I got off my backside to try something new makes me feel good and has already opened a few doors for me. They’re not quite big enough for me to get my body through but I can just about squeeze my fat head in and have a good look at what’s on the other side. I’m working on making the doors a bit wider. Thank Maya.
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Ladies and Gents, I know your evening is probably just starting but mine’s come to an early end. I’ll check in again tomorrow in case anymore fantastic folks have posted while I’m busy in slumberland.
Take care all,
Dave
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Great guest post! Hey what’s all this about the faces the English make when they speak? Well, actually I even make them when I write (type). Especially after reading Dave’s last post. And the changing the “s” to the “z” has always been a thingy for me (in my proofreader days), just as putting a U in words such as colour, and honour, etc was… is. But that’s an American / Canadian thingy….
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@Dave: Hmm. You can’t mean Blackadder because he’s funny . . . the bumbling vicar in Four Weddings and a Funeral? No no no, the bumbling policeman in Thin Blue Line?
OMG, I’ve just looked him up and his name is FOWLER!
See for yourself: http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2197854464/tt0112194
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“I’m NUT sure exactly” may I use that in the future it would fit my conversation needs with my youngest child so well?
I am one who has been told this week by both Dave’s that I am mixing them up…My mum was English via Canada to the US and I have to say I did not notice the spelling differences and I just read smoothly on unless I am distracted by a word, which will cause me to day dream and feel peaceful and head off to some other place…
I always looked like I was taking copious notes in school - nope! I was furiously writing down what was going on in my head…poems, words, penmanship, spelling, ideas, stories….and teacher’s never called on me so I did not need to worry….I have always been invisible.
Nice writing and we need all the voices we can get no matter the U or the Z….keep sharing - you too Cath!
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I like Mr. Bean and I like Mr. Fowler, but I picture Dave as more of a Benny Hill type of guy.
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Funnily enough I do sort hear the English accent when I read Dave’s words.
Dja reckon I sound like a true blue Aussie mate? Sheell be right. Good onya. You bloody beewdy.
BTW I bet you never dreamt about blogging Dave.
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Tim: Mr. Bean really does just beg to get punched.
Dave: Your coffee comment is more than enough to shut me up. Well played.
Davina: They don’t really make faces. I just heard a comic make that joke one time, and then substantiate with a series of ridiculous expressions. It slipped into my mind as I was writing (things such as this are often the case). I actually like the English, I just don’t like the little red underlines telling me I’ve been doing it wrong.
Patricia: I never notice the different spellings either, at least not on a conscious level. The entire opening was just for effect. I could never mistake the two Daves. One of them is twice as funny.
Malathionman: I was thinking Ricky Gervais.
Leanne: You’re Australian? That’s very cool. I would LOVE to visit Australia. It’s on my hopefully sooner, rather than later list.
Davina:
I made a decision right at the start that I was going to stick with English. You know, the English version of English. I felt learning a new language – American – was just a step too far. Hahahaha.
Besides the standard of written English on the internet is so poor I’m willing to place money that most people won’t notice my spelling. Not that I’m setting myself up as an expert.
I’m not pulling any faces right now but I am wondering what ‘Constapateze is?
Tara:
You were only supposed to acknowledge that you knew who I meant. I can’t believe you included a link. Traitor.
Particia:
You have a point. The vast majority of what I read is written in American English and I don’t even notice most of the time.
All the rules I adhered to seem to have gone out of the window. I rarely see people using ‘whom’ these days, so I don’t tend to bother myself. Besides my own grammer can be atrocious most of the time so I try not to be too judgemental.
I’m with you though. I just read smoothly on.
malathionman:
I can totally see me as Benny Hill. I used to love that show with all his scantily clad beauties chasing around at the end. He was a cheeky chappie and no mistake Guv’nor.
Leanne:
Your sense of humour is certainly Australian. I think you tolerate my nonsense only because it seems watered down compared to what you’re probably used to.
Kevin Bloody Wilson is one foul mouthed funny fu… err… man. DILLIGAF.
Note for everyone else: He’s disgustingly foul. Don’t look him up.
Writer Dad
Thanks for the fun. It was a real blast playing on Writer Dad. A real honor.
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