When Trickles go bad...

Ahoy my trickle-magnets!

Bit of a sombre trickle this week. You can have too much frivolity in the trickle and every trickler has their dark days so i'm bringing it to the table.

'Bad things come in three'. At least that's what they tell you. But what happens when more than three mishaps occur... is it like one of those episodes of Casualty where you know it's going to happen so it's just a matter of waiting? I hope not.

Is it these times of recession? Is it what happens every time a huge financial crash occurs? People just become instantly more depressed.

But not everyone is feeling the pinch apparently. Go on any high street and there's no shortage of queues and frisky shoppers swinging their reams of colourful bags, arms swaying through 180 degrees in a goose-stepping fashion. What is it about a good bout of shopping that makes you swing your arms? There's no greater pleasure.

Something happened this week that reminded me we have to carry on. Carry on despite what is being thrown at us and with our eyes firmly focussed on what's important.

Don't get in a Norris rut and complain about everything, just so you can have something to trickle about.

Don't let it become easy.

Don't leave just because it's become boring.

Every second is precious and some people's seconds are more limited. So we should never waste ours with rubbish.

We should endeavour to fill the rest of our seconds and the seconds of others with double the special-ness to honour the time lost.

So buck up Tricklers and put things in perspective...

What's tickled the trickle?

I'll tell you what's tickled the trickle... Only the mod-con that is television that's what!

For years I thought I was genuinely wasting my time watching telly. Perhaps revision in front of Nadia storming to victory in Big Brother wasn't the best idea, but I definitely think sometimes, just sometimes, it's an investment.

Top of my list and no tragedy in sight... Claire Richards: My Big Fat Wedding. What a legend she turned out to be eh? I was never a devotee of Steps but find me a person that didn't develop a soft spot for Claire in that programme.

Picture courtesy of BBC Three

But don't worry tricklefaces, my glasses aren't utterley clouded with the Body Shop's rose musk. Got to point out that whilst what Claire did was something like a phenomenon (thanks LL Cool J), there is a recession going if you hadn't noticed. Inspiring yes... but personal trainers and weight loss grand-costing camps aren't within everyone's chubby grasp.

Next on my top watches. Hi-fives all round at Waterloo Road. Adoption. Child Trafficking. Teacher love. Who can ask for more? And I tell you for why (nod to Bryn), Steph Haydock and Miss Mason always stand by people. Loyalty is a proper character asset.

As for The Apprentice... are we over it yet? I can't decide. I was excited about it's return but then I wonder if they're just a bunch of ego-loving gimps and then I can't decide if i'm bored again. All the seemingly nice guys: Maj, Paula and Rocky are out whilst eijits like Ben and Deborah stay. At least Geordie Phil has been ushered off in a taxi. Despite what Jim Bowen would say, "You CAN beat a bit of bully!"

Stick to your morals tricklers, whatever they may be, and it's sure to be "Great, Smashing, Super!"

Trickles, Tweets and Skype-rama!

All aboard the trickle my little chugboats...

Third weekly session of the trickle-oscopy here for you.

And I think i'm starting to get this blog malarchy. I feel like i'm crossing frontiers just without the cult following (as yet!). But soon, I know, there will be facebook sites just dedicated to the history of the trickle. And when that day comes, we'll stand shoulder to shoulder (or shoulder to arm pit as i'm not height-ist) and reminisce about the early drops.

In addition to this techno-genius, i'm twittering! Imagine! And i'm not just tweeting but i'm following. Obviously the tweets are going down a storm but still not living up to Philip Schofield or Jonathan 'Wossy' Ross level yet. They are like the super max strength twitterers whilst i'm more homeopathic. If you want to follow the twitter, you'll find me by searching for hanmeredith.

As for Skype... what a stroke of Genius. My sister is living dans the other side of the channel. And so, for kicks, we said let's sack the phone and try this video phone we keep hearing about. Brilliant! That's what it is. I could see her little face and everything. It goes without saying that we both tried swearing at each other to test it was working. But I am on board the Skype waggon and loving it so much, I wish I had shares.

So before I get sucked into that third world malarchy (or do I mean second life?), I'm going to get back to the reality asap.

Until next week... Keep it techno Tricklers...

Don't miss a trickle!

Ey up my little tricklers!

So far, so good I hope as far as the trickle goes.

As for a time line of trickles, I will be issuing a new trickle every week. Any more and you'd be saturated. So that's final...

All the best things are weekly anyway. Heat magazine, Question Time, Euromillions and Friday nights. With Neighbours (despite it's controversial new advert breaks), Jo Whiley and St Patrick's Day the only exceptions to this weekly mantra.

So a lot has happened around and about since the last trickle.

What about the Nottinghamshire man with his chicken-dung booby-trap? Sick of continually being broken into Joe Weston-Webb set up a catapult loaded with chicken muck ready to splatter the attacker. Joe's theory: He could sniff out the culprit! Surely this is the plot of the next Home Alone film? Macaulay Culkin would have loved that. Who's got a catapult handy in the garage though? Oh yes, that's right... just behind the bikes, in front of the freezer... Don't trip on the tool bag on your way...

Nottingham's Lace Centre shut its doors for the final time. One of the only remaining medieval buildings in the city, the Lace Centre's Severns Building stands below the Castle, with Robin Hood guarding it from across the street. I'll tell you this for nothing, he wants to get a new job.

The Lace Centre has said that lace making will never flourish again in the area. The skills will be lost and Nottingham will no longer be the lace city. So if we're not the lace city, we're not the Robin Hood city since the Tales of Robin Hood was allowed to go under... what kind of city are we? The Gun Crime city? I'm sure the tourists will be flocking.

Thank Goodness for Goose Fair because that's all we have going for us now. Please don't take our helter skelter... I just wouldn't recover.

Finally, a tribute to all those people who lost their lives in the Hillsborough Disaster in 1989. This week was the twentieth anniversary of the disaster in which 96 Liverpool football fans lost their lives when too many people were let into the FA Cup semi-final against Nottingham Forest.

To spare a thought for all those who were there, Forest fans and Liverpool fans alike and hope the football fraternity will never make those mistakes again.

Til the next trickle amigos...

Time to brace yourself for the trickle

This blog has been a long time coming. To blog or not to blog? It's a strange concept that people may actually be interested in another geek stoking up their over-inflated opinion of themselves.

Rest assured, I will be attempting to be interesting and if i'm not please let me know and I will endeavour to improve.

Who knows what this blog may contain in the future? As a patriot it's likely to contain hefty amounts about Notts, Nottingham, Robin Hood and all things Larry the left lion-esque.

In the spirit of Notts, let's have a little taster... here's my 'Sofa Idol' audition tape from last year. You knows I should have won... Not likely love...



But in addition to that, we will have a "little trickle" of news about almost anything. With an eclectic mix like that you're defo not going to want to stop the trickle.

So keep an eye out for the "little trickle" that will be trickling it's way to your pc, laptop, phone or, by now if technology has finally caught up, right to the retina... because lets be honest all that stuff in between is probably a waste of time.

Just remember kids... you is gonna loves to trickle!