Welcome to 2011!

Good year ladies and gentlereaders, I hope you saw in 2011 in suitably fun and frivolous fashion. I spent the evening with George, and a selection of his neighbours drinking good whiskey and trying to recall every Olympic 100m champion in order (with George’s neighbour Ellery sketching some of them on his brand new iPad).

In the coming year, I hope to be more active online than I was in 2010, and I hope my acquisition of a)super speedy broadband, b)a desk and c)a 1kg bag of chocolate raisins will aid in this. Here’s to a good 12 months…

It’s been a long time…

So, dear reader, I am back. After many months away from the online world, I have managed to claw my way back to the keyboard and am committing to a much healthier output as we see out 2010, and embrace 2011 AD.

Now, I could bore you with news of my travails over the past year, but I think it not important. Suffice to say, I have no lasting ill effects of the various oddities that kept me from this blog, and I’m fairly sure I’ll be able to get a decent price for most of the associated equipment in local markets. There, let it rest.

During my break, I have continued to pen letters to my favourite celebrities and indeed enjoyed some brief correspondence with the PA of one of Westminster’s more colourful characters. In a bid to broaden my horizons however, I have developed a number of other outlets for my musings, and I will now start sharing these in the ‘social media’ as far as I can. More on this in the coming weeks.

Before I sign off, I want to share with you one of the Christmas Cracker jokes I have running through the production mill for this year. You may recall back in 2007 I shared some of my gags, well neither were commissioned, but that hasn’t dissuaded me from continuing to submit. In 2008 I sent over 1,000 jokes to the International Academy of Cracker Jokes. None were used. In 2009 I submitted the same jokes again with both the same, and alternate punchlines. One was used (but later retracted for legal reasons). Taking a different approach, I have submitted one this year. If you see this drop into Grandmother’s lap on December 25th, remember where you saw it first…

What language does Santa speak?
The language of glove

Hurrah for 2008!

Hello one and all, and welcome to 2008! It isn’t really my place to welcome you, but what they hey – it’s just a bit of fun.

I trusts you all enjoyed a lovely celebration as the clocks struck 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12 and were able to see in the new year with your loved ones unless they are, sadly, dead.

Just a quick post from me today, but as of tomorrow I will be keeping you up to date with my endeavours to contact celebrities and other people in everyday life.  I do think it will be such fun, and hope you will join me in my travels.

Yours,

Herbert Rumbelow

So Long 2007, Hello year of

I mooted in earlier posts that I have great plans for 2008 when it comes to improving my knowledge of celebrities and other notable people who walk this planet.

To this end I will be undertaking a project to better  get to know all manner of people. I will be doing this largely by email as funds and ease of access permit, and will in many cases have to guess the email address of my appointed subject. It is my theory at any rate that 78% of individuals are in possession of an email address that reads firstnamesurname@hotmail.com or firstname.surname@gmail.com or firstnamemiddleinitialsurname@yahoo.com, or a variation on these themes. Instead of searching for further details therefore, I will be assuming these kind of addresses to be accurate in my correspondence.

I will post some example emails I have been toying with in the tail end of 2007 now. Unfortunately I am yet to receive any replies, but I do live in hope. Enjoy!

Until then, have a lovely new year!

Yours,

Herbert Rumbelow

Christmas Has Finished!

So finally it relents, for another year at least. Christmas hangs its brand new winter coat (bought part in cash, part in vouchers, and topped up with some nectar points) on the back of the door and retires inside to eat Dundee cake by the fire.

I had a wonderful Christmas this year. Knowing I was not making the trip to see father in Djibouti, George invited me to visit his aunt in Rutland where we enjoyed a feast of goose, parsnips and seasonal vegetables. Conversation flowed as quickly as the Schloer and we ended the afternoon with a trip to the local  Morrisons to recycle our Christmas wrapping. George suggested that next year we don’t bother with wrapping, but like so many great ideas, that will be easier said than done.

I am recuperating now until the new year, at which point I will be tentatively launching my own brand of fun on the world! You can read more about my project below and rest assured I will provide full rules, regulations and appendices on the subject before the year is out!

Yours,

Herbert Rumbelow

PS. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank George for the lovely picture of the moon and crab cakes.

Christmas is coming…

…and the goose is getting fat. Or so my mother used to tell me. To be honest I haven’t seen a goose in a good long while, so if anything it has faded into nothing rather than reached corpulent levels of obesity. But I digress… Christmas is indeed coming, and that means a New Year will be just around the corner. I would like now to state my intent for 2008, and hope you will join me in my little resolution.

I enjoy the efforts of many celebrities, some famous, some not so famous and I would like to let them know of my admiration. To this end, I intend to email a celebrity every day (time permitting of course, George sometimes requires a session of Rummikub to while away a desperate afternoon) with questions, notes and general words of encouragement.

More details of my little project will be posted in the coming days, but until then, goodbye!

Yours,

Herbert Rumbelow

Welcome to my world…

Hello one and all and welcome to my little corner of the world wide web. There will be more exciting content coming soon, but for the time being do have a little read about who I am.