maybe Evil, hardly Genious

:: Update::
This post has been edited for the sake of brevity.

Prologue
I am a snoop and a would-be detective.
For the most part I'm too selfish, too egocentric to be bothered by things that happen without me and as for what people say about me, i usually just let it go.

The Setup
A week ago, or two, i found out that I was being uninvited to a blog that I was lead to believe didn't exist.

The Self Revealed
I'm a voyeur. I'm nosy. I'm a long list of other things, none of which lend themselves to the kind of person who stays out of someone else's business - especially if I can peek in without having to participate.
I don't know the depths of my self and my soul, but the shallow story is that i'm not a joiner.
I am a watcher... occasionally a commenter... and from time to time a participant or assistant
- - but I am NOT a joiner.

The Snooping
I googled the blog. I found the blog. I read the blog.

The Worst Bit
I feel guilty.
Not cool.

The Fall-Out Part 1
I just confessed and apologised.

Oh How I Miss...

::: Update :::
I was drastically outbid.
I flat out refuse to pay more than $75 for even the most notorious of nostalgia items.
Particularly for an alarm clock.
Maybe next time.

:: UPDATE ::
I just placed a bid on this on e-bay.
wish me luck.
i could just cry...


...my singing chicken alarm clock.
I think it might have been called the "rock n roll chicken alarm clock".
In the most rockin' annoying voice he would call, in the morning, "Hey baby wake up, come and dance with me - wooooow, yeeeah"
It got left behind when I left England the last time.
When I left on the promise that I would be called back.

He never sent that back to me.

I found one, recently, sold on e-bay for $150. I wouldn't be surprised if he were the seller.

Jackass.

If any of you out there ever has the odd opportunity to do business with, or even just happen to meet a tall gawky Kevin Goodings, a Norwich boy with a dopey grin and an otherwise decent attitude, ask him to send Nif her chicken alarm clock back... or at least to apologize for never having mailed it.

thanks...