By way of explanation

My regular reader (there must be at least one out there) may have noticed that of late this page has taken an interesting turn.

It seems writing about day to day life in White Rock wasn't as easy as I predicted it would be. Strangely, there isn't something unique to post every day - no sightings of syrup oozing from the maple tree like engine oil, sunlight caught refracting in a sugary rainbow.

Neither do I spot a lone (and lonely) bull moose atop the promontory, head thrown back in a mournful rutting call, desperate for the fleeting companionship of a female.

So I set myself a challenge. To write in a different style each day, using for inspiration random words thrown at me by colleagues, friends and acquaintances. You may have read the Ode written with only the word 'flannel' to work with, the first page of the pulp fiction about the 'grumpy bowling cowboy', the job ad for 'mermaids' or yesterday's obituary to 'Felicity'.

I give myself a very strict 15 minutes in which to complete the task, and find it quite an interesting way to keep the old grey matter ticking over.

So come on, give me the most random word you can think of (I have the styles of writing on a list I made). I'll then randomly match your word to something on my list and we can judge the result (the job ad was a bit rubbish, for example).

Maybe this is all about the nature of randomness, maybe I just couldn't maintain an interesting enough 'normal' blog. Who knows? But this is where the journey is going now, come with me, we'll have a laugh.