To whom I am the unknown and the unfamiliar, I shall keep it like that. Instead, I would like to introduce my friend and my muse – the progenitor of the blog Babar’s Musings.
Meet Babar – the musing gnarl. This gnarl is no ordinary gnarl. He has the ability to transform thoughts into words and write them down on a piece of paper (or type more accurately). He is a cultured gnarl. He refrains from devouring human skin or gulping a pint of fresh blood acquired from human tap. Some call him a courteous stiff. Others call him Kermit the hermit in jest.
He can be silly at times but you may also find him brewing philosophical barley in the back garden of his thoughts. He is fiendishly hilarious and monstrously serious. He loves his other gnarl friends but hates their company. He finds the prospect of verbal exchange tiring but finds it hard to put on the brakes when he starts talking. He can be your best friend and worst enemy at the same time. He is the epitome of conflicting ideals, stemming from his ebbing and flowing sense of self-worth.
Babar – the musing gnarl – likes one cube of sugar in his tea, well stirred. He seldom takes strolls down the local park to avoid reproach from public. He loves the quintessentially British game of bat and ball; the purveyor of moral character. He adores all things sweet, ranging from chocolate to Dedenne.
He will try to make you laugh. He will try to make you cry. He will try to entertain you. But if he annoys you on occasion, please make an attempt to forgive him. After all….he is merely a musing gnarl 😉