So what do you think about first thing in the morning?

Among the myriad of first fruit thoughts this morning, I found myself distracted by the previous nights season two opener of Luther. How had Luther ended up living in a high rise council flat? Why didnt Luther have curtains and if I lived in a high rise council flat pretty much anywhere would I have curtains. After all, as Dorothy would say "there's no place like home", even if home is Kansas or indeed a high rise version of the aforementioned city that somehow needs to be added to the ever increasing "bucket list" of cities I have yet to see before the last grain passes through life's egg timer.

The gentle hiss of my pre breakfast energy drink tin being opened did nothing to distract these meandering thoughts. With Dorothy looming large in the space between my ears, I recalled the time my mother took me to see the Wizard of Oz at the now defunct Curzon cinema in St Leonards, most of which I missed having been traumatised by not the flying monkeys or indeed the wicked witch of the west, but by the munch-kins. The munch-kins thus began a life long pre occupation  both good and bad, with the genre of film and the cameo of the midget. Despite a faltering start and the inability to see Ms Garlands finest for many years after, I realised at the opening credits of my day that some of my finest movie viewing moments have little people making this a big big world. To share them all with you now would keep my fingers typing for many many hours, however, I cannot close this post without doffing the old cloth cap to those who have raised a smile or indeed raised the bar of my viewing pleasure. Who can forget the industrious Oompa Loompa's from the original, and clearly the finest, rendition of Willy Wonka. Other midget highlights would include Tattoo from Fantasy Island with Dr Evils mini mirror image in the form of Mini Me running slightly ahead on his little old legs. However, possibly my all time favourite would be the midget from the masterpiece that is In Bruges. Perhaps not everyones favourite movie with a Mrs W warning for the use of language, albeit I would submit contextual, but classic architecture and one big big performance by one little person......... so, what do you think about first thing in the morning?   

JUST LIKE STARTING OVER

Stolen from the pen of the late Spaniard in the Works, today is the day, to gingerly negotiate the pebbles, skip across the wet sand and dip the toes into the blogging ocean. Having surfed the super information highway, occasionally stopping to drop a shilling in the slot of  random peep show  posting, its clearly time to stop being one of the fat wheezy boys holding onto Matrons skirt and take the plunge into the sea of musings, comment, postings and dreams. Provoked by the mushrooming of blogs poking their crocus like heads above the world wide web soil from those brave souls I already know, there is a clear sense of the old proverbial, if you cant beat them, then join them going on. However, it was the nudge I got today from a fellow ragamuffin and blogging virgin that got me off the sun lounger and down to the waters edge. Now its time to see if this blogadoodledoo is going to be a "one post stand" or a full on grab it by the b***s die hard committed relationship with house, 2.4 children and holidays in Orlando. So, to the great or the few that might read on in the weeks to come, even if it is from the comfort of the support launch , I welcome both you and your comment. Without any further ado, I ask the lady in the big hat to raise that giant bottle of shampoo and break it right across my bow........ this blog is well and truly launched.............. game on!