"C.B.A."

"C.B.A." is not a reference to the "Criminal Bar Association", the "Council for British Archaeology", the "Center for Backyard Astrophysics", nope, none of those. "C.B.A." stands for, "Can't Be Arsed."

I'd tell you why I didn't participate in the "A to Z", but I can't be arsed.  However, perhaps ironically, I've done my best to support those involved.  So I guess I was slightly arsed.

"C" is for "Cheese."  I love cheese.  The stronger, the stinkier, the better.  Cheese so smelly, so ripe, that just the aroma wafting up, heading directly for your nose, is enough to singe your nostril hairs.    

Dogs love cheese.  Well, every dog I've offered cheese to has gone into a frenetic fun-filled frenzy.  Note Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar's enthusiasm over the pack of cheese.

I love cottage cheese.  I have noted that folks here in England are not that keen on cottage cheese.  That's very good.  This means, at the "reduced price" section in the supermarket, the army of 'old rage pensioners', who clear out everything else, by the trolley load, leave me the tubs of cottage cheese. 

At this point, I would probably attempt a few predictable cheese puns.  I know, you Gouda be kidding.  Instead, I offer you a series of films, and no, not the film on really stinky cheese, but movie type films that were dedicated to cheese.  'The Big Cheesy', 'Cheesy Rider', 'Five Cheesy Pieces', 'Cheesy Come, Cheesy Go' and of course, who could forget this classic British cheesy movie,  'Cheese Sir!'.

Now, I have no idea what kind of cheese you like.  Maybe you hate cheese.  Perhaps the idea of being overwhelmed by the fumes of really strong cheese, makes you think of these lyrics, 'cheese release me, let me go...'    Then again, to kinda', sorta' quote John Lennon, '..all we are saying is give cheese a chance...'

"B" is for "Blog Air."  Oh yes, the blogger's favourite airline. Wonder where I'd sit on Blog Air?  Would I be sitting with the self-obsessed bloggers?  Nope.  Will I be amongst the self-promoting bloggers?  Definitely not.  Will I be in the section of the plane where the 'hey let's have yet another competition on my site, because I love y'all and it has nothing whatsoever to do with me trying to get more bloggers to follow my blog, bloggers'?  Of course not.  Will I be sitting beside a blogger who links into every blogging site they see and has like a thousand 'followers' after a week, because other bloggers notice their icon and thus link into their blog?  Umm, no way.  Will I be sitting amongst the blogger 'sheep' or as I call them 'Bleeps', who go to sites and heap praise and worship the self-obsessed blogger?  No chance. 

I suppose, based on the above paragraph, you might assume that I would be sitting in the cynical bloggers section of Blog Air.  Me cynical?  Never!  Me sarcastic?  Never been sarcastic in my life, ever! 

No, this shy and humble blogger on this unassuming site, will be down in the cargo hold.  Down there with the exotic animals, an iguana named Fred, a kiwi named Marvin and a couple of bloggers who do nothing but blog about cats.  Help me!   

"A" is for "Anarchic Alphabet Alternative."  So to you, my friend, at the "A to Z", thank you for visiting the "Z to A."