The Mustard Pot of England

So it's January and my quest to get back to London has so far been unsuccessful. I am, you see, lacking in funds. Being a blue bag makes it difficult to find work (so many employers prefer the white or branded variety). Coupled with the poor economic climate I am therefore in a state of paralysis, carrying objects for free now and again, just so I don't lose my skills. (The only problem with this is that it literally wears me down - I feel my seams thinning already).

To brighten an otherwise dull Thursday I decided to take a trip to see Norwich's impressive Castle. A Norman structure of immense proportion, housing a very informative collection of Iceni treasures. Despite the lack of polythene around in 60AD, I am a massive fan of this period and found the exhibition enlightening.

When the rain stopped, I took the opportunity for a photo, overlooking the castle and the Castle Gardens. I would have stayed longer and tried for a better shot of myself, if it were not for the two youths embroiled in a passionate embrace in the middle of the lawn- the reason behind my shocked expression. I am no prude, but I have to draw the line at 'Blue' material in broad daylight. (I also object to the besmirching of this noble colour)

Despite this, I have to conclude that Norwich is a fantastic place- I will reserve judgment on the upper level of the Castle Gardens for another occasion. The Castle, the two shopping malls, the mustard shop and the Norwich puppet theatre- a place I wholeheartedly approve of- all combine to make Norwich a place of never ending delights. Even if you don't like mustard!

This is me

As you may or may not be aware from the above picture, I am indeed a blue bag. This should also be apparent from my name, but since sometimes it is helpful to point out the obvious, I will begin by doing the same...

I am a Sky Blue 'Vest Style' plastic shopper, and despite my affiliation to Green Peace, I am not bio-degradable, nor can I ever hope to be. You were born one way and one way only (mass produced in my case), so whilst I can aspire to greater things in life, my makeup will never really change!

As you are also probably aware, I am searching for better things in life, much like the majority of other blue bags.  I began my working life on a fish stall in Norwich Market, waiting for the day that I would be put to work carrying cod.

This was obviously not what I envisaged for my life. Unlike most of my compatriots, who lack in intellect, I see myself as a 'free spirit', a creative in search of purpose in the bureaucratic world we live in. I have therefore decided to blog about my adventures as I encounter them.

My serious passions in life include; writing, art, travelling, culture and carrying heavy objects (a primal instinct which, I am afraid, still gives me a sense of achievement).

I do not believe in hiding behind fake and make believe personalities, therefore with me, what you see is what you get!

I am a blue bag!

This is me: Blue the blue bag