Tuesday 1 January 2002
oh. my. head. Too much
oh. my. head.
Too much drink (and splendid food) last night in the Nags in the company of countless people – Greg, Bren, Julie, Alison F, Paul F, Julie, Caroline, Matt, Ian, Sacha, Tanya, Claudine, Fi, Helen W, Steve, Helen N, Teresa, Alison, Tim, Gary, Dave, Malcolm, Cath, Tam, Kev, Andrea, Simon, Jeremy, Phil, Simon, Terry, Steve C – and I’m sure there were others too. Text messages were exchanged with a few people not present.
I’ve no idea what time I left – long after the official closing time, that’s for sure. Apparently I was online at 4am, but not responding to IMs.
I’m going for a walk in the sun and with a couple of paracetamol.
A leisurely day so far,
A leisurely day so far, laying about hungover until I had the strength and will to move, followed by a gentle stroll around the city in beautiful winter sunshine. Sitting on a park bench in Priory Park with a newspaper as the shadow of the cathedral spire passed over me was particularly relaxing – what a shame that I have to go back to work tomorrow.
Tonight I’ve been contributing to Eurotrash and also updating my marketing project, reminding myself that, this time next week, I’ll be back at college.
Wednesday 2 January 2002
It being a particularly cold
It being a particularly cold morning, I grabbed my Barbour as I left for work, jammed my phone into the pocket and felt a piece of paper. I pulled it out – two £10 notes folded one inside the other.
I hope this is a sign of things to come. Last night, something which I pretty much knew anyway was confirmed – I was hoping things would be a bit different, but there you go. There is something positive in it, if I can deal with the situation, and I’m going to give it my best shot. But that is not to say that I don’t wish that things were different.
TFF: 60 points this week,
TFF: 60 points this week, taking my total to 518. Not bad, but not stunning, given the number of matches played over the Christmas period.
One transfer: Kewell out, replaced by Sinclair – hopefully the Hammers will do well in the Cup at the weekend.
If you are feeling generous,
If you are feeling generous, you can now support this site through PayPal by going to my support page.
I’m a euro-enthusiast. If you
I’m a euro-enthusiast. If you get your news from British newspapers, read this article and consider why so many of those papers are opposed to the euro.
Thursday 3 January 2002
Does today feel like a
Does today feel like a Thursday to you? That’s the downside to holidays – completely messes with your internal calendar.
Why I Need A Girlfriend
Why I Need A Girlfriend (or maybe a domestic help) (number 390346934897 in a series):
Ironing. I need someone to do my ironing. It’s not that I don’t like ironing. I actually quite enjoy it – it has a gently therapeutic quality.
But I am crap at it.
I’ve just spent twenty minutes or so fighting with the iron and a pair of trousers that I need to wear tomorrow night. And, I’m sorry, but I’ll be looking slightly creased in them. I tried everything – a higher temperature, using the steam function, spraying the trousers with a light spray of clean water – everything, all to no effect. I think all I have achieved is to rearrange the creases in a different pattern. Still, I might score 6.0 for artistic impression.
So, if and when I find myself a girlfriend, I hope she will be understanding and pitch in with the ironing. I’m happy to do any of the other chores – cleaning the bath, scrubbing the loo, cooking every single meal (I’d wash my hands before doing that). Just please relieve me of the ironing so that once, just once, I could go out looking as though my clothes haven’t been kept screwed up in a ball at the foot of my bed.
Happy birthday to Penn. Thanks
Happy birthday to Penn. Thanks for improving the quality of life.
And I forgot to wish David W, across the Atlantic, a happy 30th birthday on New Year’s Eve.
Just nipped out to the
Just nipped out to the Nags, passing through W2 on the way. I figured that New Year’s Eve hangovers might have passed by now, and, given that Thursday is usually a popular drinking night, I could be assured of a few other people being out.
But, no, not a soul to be seen. Joel was propping up the bar in W2, bemoaning the fact that nobody goes there any more. Gary was holding the fort in the Nags, saying “boring, innit?”. So I had a pint with him, read the paper and came back home.
Friday 4 January 2002
Incidentally, thanks for the suggestions
Incidentally, thanks for the suggestions for the gift for the girl who has everything. I’ve got it now, but can’t say what it is in case she reads this before I present it to her this evening. Hope she likes it!
Even the BBC gets in
Even the BBC gets in on the act of weblogging or whatever you like to call it.
What exactly is the point
What exactly is the point of this?
Saturday 5 January 2002
Sigh. Post Christmas malaise is
Sigh. Post Christmas malaise is setting in. The weather has been grey and misty all day, and I’ve just taken the Christmas decorations down. The flat seems horribly cold and empty without them. I hate this time of year.
But to liven things up, I’ve spent the last 24 hours in the company of Penn to celebrate her birthday, which included dinner with her friends and family, then on to a club (yes! me in a nightclub! that’ll make it snow or something. I was even seen to dance!!) with Penn, Matt, Jules, Claire, Malcolm, Graham, Lester and Sally. A really good night – a lovely crowd of people – thanks for making the stranger so welcome.
Anyway, to beat the post Christmas blues, I’m heading to the Nags shortly to spend time with my lovely friends, then tomorrow I’m going for lunch with Sarah, and in the evening I’m going to go and see a film.
I am now using BlogBack
I am now using BlogBack Plus for my comments. It kicks ass! It also means, for the first time, that I can edit your comments. Of course, I believe in free speech, blah blah blah, so carry on saying just what the hell you feel like. But, if you make a complete pigs ear of it and click on the “send” button before realising, just drop me an email and I’ll edit it for you and stop you looking silly, thick or both.
Sunday 6 January 2002
Just in from the pub
Just in from the pub with four married women. How cool is that?
There has definitely been a
There has definitely been a nimeity of alcohol consumption in the last few days. I really need to ease off a bit for the sake of my liver. It also doesn’t help my phone bill either, as I promised to meet everyone in the pub tonight, when, in fact, I’ll be at the cinema. So now I’ve got to call them all. guh.
Relaxing lunch with Sarah, followed
Relaxing lunch with Sarah, followed by a gentle stroll round the city. Sundays were made for this.
Incidentally, beer last night with
Incidentally, beer last night with four married women, Paul F, Aris, Arron, Bren, Greg and Heidi, with sightings of numerous other people.
I can’t remember the last
I can’t remember the last time I went to see a film before tonight. I’m sure I’ve missed some excellent cinema. But tonight I saw something that was worth the wait. Amelie. It was one of the best films I have seen. Ever. Funny, touching, beautiful.
It is also a film that I wish I’d had someone to see it with.
Afterwards, I went for a quick last-orders beer with Paul F, Arron and Al.
It’s been a strange weekend. I have a heavy heart, and yet I’m smiling, even though there is a tear in my eye. I’ve some of the best friends in the world, old and new, and yet I’m missing something. I wish I knew how to fix it. Maybe I do, but just haven’t realised it. Or admitted it.
Monday 7 January 2002
Sleep well last night? Good.
Sleep well last night? Good. Now read this.
Should we be worried that
Should we be worried that the Russian military and nuclear power authorities have made decisions based on the word of an astrologer?
Oh joy. Tonight is the
Oh joy. Tonight is the first night of the new term at college. I can barely wait.
But, if I passed my exams before Christmas (unlikely – results at the end of February), and I pass my exams in June, then this will be the last term. Hurrah! And then I’ll have my diploma, my cap and gown, and the world will be my oyster. Or something.
But I soooo don’t want to go to college. I mean, I want to finish my course, which is actually really interesting. And I definitely want to see everyone again. But I just don’t want to have to drag myself to college after work for three exciting hours with Eric (the tutor) droning on in the monotone he gets stuck in. I’d rather stay at home and veg out tonight.
But I’ll go. Because if I skipped the class, I’d feel guilty. And it wouldn’t help me pass the exams, which I want to do more than anything.
How immensely sad. You really
How immensely sad. You really can’t imagine how they feel, and that they have to go through it all in the public eye.
Tuesday 8 January 2002
Horoscope for today:Taurus You have
Horoscope for today:
You have something really wonderful and unique to give. The problem, however, is the person you want to give it to may not be in a position to appreciate such a token. What do you do? Well, it seems like you could reformulate the prize or give it to someone else. Actually, there is a third option that you may want to consider. It seems that you could also wait. That is, sit on your hands, take your time and do nothing. The more time you allow, the more you’ll give that other person a chance to come around.
Sorry I’ve been quiet today.
Sorry I’ve been quiet today. Actually been working, on nursery things, plant fair things and a bit of college work too. Plus Blogger has had a few problems, but seems ok now.
Wednesday 9 January 2002
Sore throat, tickly cough, aching
Sore throat, tickly cough, aching shoulders and legs. This is going to be good day, I can tell.
Forgot to give last week’s
Forgot to give last week’s AFF score – a respectable 30 points, but I only moved two places up the league. I think it is fair to say at this stage in the season that I am unlikely to challenge for the top spot.
This week’s TFF: a good 45 points, taking my total to 563.
There’s nothing like being ill
There’s nothing like being ill – shivery with a headache and sore throat accompanied by aching limbs – tired, cold, at home on your own with a silent phone to make you feel melancholy. gah! I promised myself I wouldn’t get melancholy without good reason, and look – failed already.
Right now I could do with someone to gently rub the achiness from my shoulders, back and legs; to bring me a cup of tea; to cuddle up against me and keep me warm at night. I hate living alone and being ill – it’s the pits.
And Blogger is not functioning
And Blogger is not functioning correctly either. Guh.
Thursday 10 January 2002
Off work today. My cold
Off work today. My cold has got worse, not better. Still fighting with Blogger though.
Well, I’ve just finished reading
Well, I’ve just finished reading The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment by Isabel Losada. I can’t say I feel more enlightened as a result of reading it, but it has certainly made me think a little. Not too much mind you. But it has made me think a little more about the way I lead my life, the way I feel about myself, the way I look out at the world and others.
And to be honest, I don’t actually feel too bad about my response to the world. I actually feel that I’m reasonably self aware, aware of some of my strengths and weaknesses. I do think that I need to be more confident in my strengths (and I’ve recognised that for a while). Perhaps I need to pick up on one or two of my personal weaknesses too, and try to turn them to advantages, to manage them more effectively.
But ultimately I am who I am (to quote Popeye). I need to accept myself for who I am, and accept those around me for who they are. Hopefully, those other people will return the favour.
Anyway, having read that, I’m
Anyway, having read that, I’m now going to finish Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, which I started to read when I stayed over at Penn’s the other day. Much less thought-provoking.
Well, I’m not surprised, but
Well, I’m not surprised, but it looks like Blogger is to introduce charges. I will certainly pay, because I like Blogger, and if it means the service is better and more relaible – even if it only ensures its continued operation – then it is worthwhile. The charge is expected to be around US$30 per blog. That means I’d have to pay around $120 to maintain the four blogs I operate.
I’m glad I set up that support page.
Newly added to the approved
Newly added to the approved list: Vodkabird.
I’m going to the pub.
I’m going to the pub. And, frankly, I don’t care that you think that someone who is coughing and wheezing could do better than to spend two hours in a smoky pub. Who do you think you are? My mum?
Besides, at the moment I need beer and company.
Beer tonight with Patrick, with
Beer tonight with Patrick, with sightings of Gary and Phil. Nothing to report.
Friday 11 January 2002
Well, I’ve been single for
Well, I’ve been single for a whole year. urf.
Damn. The sun is shining.
Damn. The sun is shining. I might have to cheer up.
Use the net? Read End
Use the net? Read End of Free? oh.
Turquoise is the new black.
Saturday 12 January 2002
Comments are down at the
Comments are down at the moment for planned maintenance. Hopefully they will be back very shortly.
Beer (wine and whisky) last
Beer (wine and whisky) last night with Paul F, Paul C, Kearn and Arron, then with Nick, Anne and Anne’s lovely sister Susan. Was doing olympic-standard slurring by the end of the evening, when I staggered home through the fog at some ungodly hour.
Really tired today, and a bit hungover. Serves me right I guess.
Just been for a stroll around the city, and, unusually, didn’t bump into or see anybody that I know. Did succeed in ordering the text I need to read for college (only £17.99 – nice), which was made a little difficult by the assistant’s insistence that it is out of print (it isn’t).
Actuially plan to do a bit of study this afternoon, maybe take a nap, read a bit of Harry Potter, then head out later to do double duty – DAGS birthday bash with tapas at Sadlers, followed by farewell beers for Tim at the Nags.
New banner. Like it?
New banner. Like it?
Sunday 13 January 2002
Beer, wine and tapas tonight
Beer, wine and tapas tonight with Tanya, Andrea, Kev, Emma, Jayne, Kearn, DA, DAGS (happy birthday!), Sacha and Ian, followed by beer and vodka with Paul F, Julie, Caroline, Carolyn, Tim (bon voyage!), Helen, Cath, Viv and Amanda and plenty of other Nags regulars.
Heard tonight that Sally is unwell – I hope you’re better soon. Thinking of you.
I would moan about how
I would moan about how I feel here, but then I’d only be accused of being a miserable bastard, as a good friend put it recently.
Instead, I’m going to finish Harry Potter, then do the college work I didn’t do yesterday because I’m too bone idle. Then fajitas for tea followed by a trip to the cinema.
Well, I’m feeling a bit
Well, I’m feeling a bit more cheery now. Could still use a hug though.
AFF – ten points this
AFF – ten points this week (not bad) but still far too far down the table for my liking.
Went and saw The Man
Went and saw The Man Who Wasn’t There tonight. Excellent, combining a good story with excellent cinematography, good acting, humour and some thought provocation. In particular, brilliant use of the cinematic pause. If you don’t know what I mean, watch it, and you’ll see.
Followed that by a quick beer with Bren, Greg and Paul F.
You know that old argument
You know that old argument about weblogs. You know what I mean: the one that goes “if you think it is crap, or it irritates you, don’t bother going back”. Actually, I’m not convinced this argument works. There is one blog (for that is exactly what it is, in spite of any protestations to the contrary) that I feel compelled to read even though it is no better than a lot of web detritus and actually makes me cringe and go all tense across my shoulders. Why do I keep reading it?? Am I trapped and obsessed by its mundanity? Do other readers experience the same problem?
Monday 14 January 2002
Hmmm. Have I got the
Hmmm. Have I got the Monday morning blues or what? I have to be careful not to throw the self-destruct switch when I get in a mood like this, wallowing in a pit of self-pity. It doesn’t really help – in fact, it tends to make matters worse. You’d think I’d have learnt by now.
So I guess I should focus on the positive. I’m healthy, alive, with a nice home, good friends and family, a job …it isn’t so bad I guess.
Busy busy busy. Which beats
Busy busy busy. Which beats thinking.
Marcia has repainted/relaunched/reincarnated/reinvented. And is
Marcia has repainted/relaunched/reincarnated/reinvented. And is having praise heaped upon her everywhere. Sickening. I may have to have a hiatus, just to boost my visitor numbers.
so tired. but so much
so tired. but so much to do. guh.
Stanley Unwin dies. He had
Stanley Unwin dies. He had recently seen a new career direction as a speech writer for President Bush.
Well, hit me with a
Well, hit me with a dead carp. I’m just rummaging through some ancient CDs and found that I have a copy of Shaggy‘s Boom Bas Tic. The shame.
Tuesday 15 January 2002
Everyone else does it, so
Everyone else does it, so why shouldn’t I….?
Separated at birth?
hmm. OK. Maybe not.
Vaughan tips me off that
College wouldn’t be half so
College wouldn’t be half so much fun if we didn’t all sit around during the break talking about our love lives. During the course, we’ve had a couple of engagements, a couple of weddings, a couple of cohabitations, a pregnancy, some new loves, some broken hearts and everything in between. I always seem to be a focus for discussion, although I’m not sure if that is because of sympathy, empathy or comedy (or maybe because I am now the only person on the course who is not attached). Either way, it’s good fun.
Wednesday 16 January 2002
There’s nothing like a client
There’s nothing like a client meeting at 9.15am on a frosty morning to wake you up. But I doubt that I’ll be able to maintain the awake status all day though. Still, cinematic treat for tonight after work, which is a Good Thing.
After a long gap, I’ve
TPL: 31 points this week.
TPL: 31 points this week. My running total (after revisions for a couple of earlier miscalculations) is 587.
I did wonder if I’d
Just been to see Sweet
Just been to see Sweet Smell of Success, a film originally released in 1957, starring Tony Curtis and Burt Lancaster. For its time, this was a very dark movie, featuring violence, corruption, sex and drugs (though never explicitly – apart from one good and short fist fight between the two main characters) – and very compelling it was too.
The only irritation were the two people sitting three rows behind me who would not stop talking. Irritating teenagers? Know-it-all brats? Nope – worse than that. A pair of silver haired pensioner ladies. I was very close to telling them to shut…the…fuck…up at one point.
Yay! I’ve won £10 on
Yay! I’ve won £10 on the national lottery! Of course, I must have bought about £100 worth of tickets to get that, but hey-ho.
Thursday 17 January 2002
Not much to say so
Not much to say so far today. But lots of work to do. So please excuse the quiet.
Pet hates – going to
Pet hates – going to take a swig from a mug of coffee, only to discover that you’ve already drained it. guh. Now I need to get another mug.
I now have a recent
I now have a recent referrers list down at the bottom of the navbar so you can see how people find their way here. Cool, huh? Courtesy of this man.
I’ve also found out who
I’ve also found out who my Secret Santa was – none other than our very own Cal Henderson. Thank you, and happy birthday!
Friday 18 January 2002
tonight – Little Otik with
tonight – Little Otik with Greg and Brenda, followed by beer with Greg, Brenda, Arron, Kearn, DA and DAGS. Too tired to write more.
so, last night I saw
so, last night I saw Little Otik. What a strange, strange film. Plot summary: a childless and infertile couple are digging in the garden and find a tree stump that looks like a baby. They choose to adopt it, and through their love the stump comes to life. It then proceeds to eat everything it sees.
I think Bren and Greg were a bit fazed by it. At the end of it, you were simply left with a dazed feeling and the thought that “that was completely barking mad!” The fact that the film is a combination of live action and animation enhances that feeling – there is no attempt to hide the bizarreness of the story by trying to use CGI to make the wooden baby more lifelike.
It is possibly just a little too long at two hours, but I’d recommend it to anyone who can enjoy a completely bizarre and strange story presented in a spare and stark manner.
hmmm. I’m probably setting a
hmmm. I’m probably setting a dangerous precedent here. But anyway…
I’ve been sent an email by “Manic” of Bloggerheads, promoting his Buy Pretzels for the President page. And I thought it was amusing, so I’m linking it.
Beer tonight with Paul F,
Beer tonight with Paul F, Malcolm, Arron, Julie, Caroline, Julie and Fi, with sightings of Gary, Teresa, another Sally and several other people. So tired now.
Saturday 19 January 2002
It’s one of those mornings
It’s one of those mornings that nature created in order to deceive the unwary. At the moment, I can see that it is bright, sunny and beautiful outside. However, I happen to know (because I’ve been watching) that it threw down hail just twenty minutes ago. I can also see another large black cloud looming its way through the blue from the northwest as I sit here typing this, pondering what level of clothing is appropriate for my expedition to the bank, shops and pub (yep, in the pub again already, but on a legitimate lunch mission).
I’m still tired this morning, in spite of a reasonably good night’s sleep. I got to bed at around one o’clock after a slightly strange conversation on MSN, but I forgot to switch off my alarm, so had some dirge on Radio 1 blaring out at 6:59. Just as I was drifting back to sleep, I was disturbed again by the road sweeper working its way past my windows (my front door is only 18 inches from the kerb, so as it passes the whole building shakes and the letterbox and door knocker rattle). Once that noise had subsided into the distance, I was woken again by the postman, delivering a highly exciting Council Tax single occupancy declaration form (no love letters, no postcards from people on foreign holidays, no exciting packages from Amazon, not even an invitation to enter an amazing prize draw from Readers’ Digest ("You May Have Already Won!!!"), not even a bill).
So I gave up on the sleep idea, and turned on the radio to listen to the cricket commentary for a while (listening to Jonathan Agnew painting pictures with words, describing the stadium in Calcutta with its three tiers of seating on all sides as creating an atmosphere that is "like playing cricket in the bottom of an enormous soup bowl"), before running a deep bath and wallowing in it for a while.
I think I’ve psyched myself up for the day now, having had breakfast, cleaned the bathroom, sorted out some laundry and poked about online for a while. I feel a bit more prepared to tackle the day, and whatever bizarre things destiny has lined up for me.
Do you ever get that feeling? The feeling that your life is becoming more bizarre and absurd by the day, or even by the hour? When I look back over the last eighteen months or so, there is no doubt in my mind that my life is becoming absurd and slightly peculiar. I’m not sure I could exactly define in what way it is becoming so, and I’m sure that if I was to look at things objectively, I’d probably decide that it isn’t really that strange at all. But it *feels* strange, and has certainly been including some experiences that, eighteen months ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of.
Perhaps that is why I feel this strong need to find a metaphorical (and human) rock to anchor myself to.
And another thing: where do
And another thing: where do those silly transparent plastic headscarves that ladies of pensionable age wear on days like today come from? I have *never* seen them for sale.
Aren’t you glad that you’re
Aren’t you glad that you’re not related to Osama bin Laden?
Sometimes, other people write with
Sometimes, other people write with far greater eloquence than I could muster if I tried for a whole week. Tom did that today.
I can heartily recommend this
I can heartily recommend this company‘s products, based on the one I’ve just consumed. A ready meal that really does taste like it was prepared by hand in someone’s kitchen, and not on a production line somewhere. And you can actually taste the ingredients. It might just catch on. (My Berkshire readership should note that they have a branch in Maidenhead, as well as the newly opened shop just five minutes walk from my front door here).
Forgot to mention – had
Forgot to mention – had lunch with Jane G, which was lovely. Good to catch up.
Sunday 20 January 2002
Jeff Astle, RIP
Beer tonight with the lovely
Beer tonight with the lovely Bren, the splendid Greg, Paul, Wendy, DA, the heavily pregnant but still gorgeous DAGS, Sacha, Ian (looking flushed), Paul F, Paul C, Kearn, Stein, Matt, Tanya (happy birthday!), Claudine, James, Jayne, Malcolm, Teresa and several others, with sightings of Justin, Caroline, Steve C, Sidney, Helen, Steve and the lovely other Sally.
It’s Saturday night. It’s just
It’s Saturday night. It’s just after 1am. I’ve had a few beers. Time for a relationship audit. There’s:
- someone who I fell for in a big way and now just wants some "distance" (insert shrugged shoulders and sad look here);
- someone who is clearly very keen on me, but is a single mum who only split up with her last boyfriend last weekend;
- someone who I’ve admired for ages, but only just met, but who appears not to be that interested in me (I may be wrong);
- someone who is a dark horse. God knows where that is going, if anywhere.
Someone is letting off fireworks
Someone is letting off fireworks nearby. It is 1.20am. Grr.
What a crappy day -
What a crappy day – wet, windy, grey. A good excuse to stay in.
I have some homework for
I have some homework for my college course that is waiting to be done. I have to do it by tomorrow. I’m just not in the mood. I’d rather poke about online, read the newspaper or my paperback, listen to some music. But I guess it has to be done.
Tonight I went to see
Tonight I went to see La Pianiste, which is deeply disturbing film, that opens up thoughts about sexuality, dominance, trust, sanity, obsession and familial relationships. It is certainly not light-hearted viewing, and just about everyone walking out of the cinema (including myself) had that “whoaaa!” look about them. But it is a very good film, nonetheless, with impressive acting performances from both of the leading actors. Recommended, but not for the faint-hearted.
Last orders drinks with Paul F and Arron, along with Justin, Teresa and Gary. Now to finish that homework.
Monday 21 January 2002
Just occasionally, I get
Just occasionally, I get a really funny bit of junk mail, either in the post or as spam. Today, information about a Charlie Dimmock lookalike. Hmm.
It is, apparently, “unseasonably mild”.
It is, apparently, “unseasonably mild”. Why do I still have this desire to be in Lisbon, or some other place that is much warmer than here?
Brilliant news of the day:
Brilliant news of the day: I mentioned a while ago that Sally was unwell. Well, she is now at home (or at least with her Mum) and is on the mend. Excellent news, and a relief as I hadn’t heard anything.
What is it with fireworks
What is it with fireworks around here lately? They’re at it again.
Also (and somewhat bizarrely), someone has scattered playing cards the length of my street. What does it all mean?
Tuesday 22 January 2002
Being scarily productive, hence few
Being scarily productive, hence few updates today.
Top news story of the
Top news story of the day. Thanks to Nick T.
My friend Sue has been
My friend Sue has been working hard to convert her co-workers at Blake Lapthorn to the cause that is Grayblog. So, hello to my new Graypies, Sarah and Louise. Not sure if Michelle is a Graypie – she’s met me, so may have more sense.
The new photo on the
I am totally, utterly, completely
I am totally, utterly, completely exhausted.
Wednesday 23 January 2002
The last of my regular
The last of my regular reads that has been on hiatus is now back. Which is nice.
Details of BloggerPro have hit
Details of BloggerPro have hit the streets. It sounds good.
TFF: 40 points this week,
TFF: 40 points this week, taking my total to 627.
Beer tonight with Arron, Dave,
Beer tonight with Arron, Dave, Malcolm, Gary, Claire, Terry and Simon.
Thursday 24 January 2002
Definitely should have gone to
Definitely should have gone to bed earlier last night.
Remember I reported this? Turns
Remember I reported this? Turns out that the woman concerned had made the whole story up. Now what drives someone to do that? All she has achieved is a lot of stress for a lot of people – not least the police team investigating the terrible events that befell the true victims of Chichester’s “Thursday rapist”. (news story link later)
Sorry that I’ve been so
Sorry that I’ve been so quiet today – I’ve been shockingly productive at work (completing the biggest quotation that I’ve ever compiled) and at home (cooking a fab meal of grilled trout, and then working hard on updating my CV – I’ll be amending the online version shortly – more on that in the next few days).
Inevitably, I’m now pooped, so I’m going to kick back on the sofa and read/doze for a while. Of course, as usual, what I really need is a good massage across my shoulders and back. Volunteers?
Well, whaddya know – I
Well, whaddya know – I wasn’t nominated for a Bloggie. Thank heavens for that! Don’t think I’ll bother voting.
Throwaway factoid: at least five
Throwaway factoid: at least five girls that I’ve dated have gone on to live with and/or marry the next person they’ve dated. Feel free to speculate on the reasons for this in the comments.
Public information announcement: the Graham
Public information announcement: the Graham Spencer who had a request played on tonight’s John Peel programme on Radio 1 was not me. Whilst I may have had a request played on that show before, this time it wasn’t me.
Friday 25 January 2002
“Go To Work On An
“Go To Work On An Egg” – wise advice. This morning, I went to work on two.
Tom redesigns. Sorry, Tom, I’m
Tom redesigns. Sorry, Tom, I’m not sure I like it. Not sure why I’m not sure, I’m just ….not sure.
My new CV is now
My new CV is now online.
Just mailed my CV off.
Just mailed my CV off. Fingers crossed – let’s see if all the money, blood, sweat and tears expended on my course have been worthwhile.
Saturday 26 January 2002
I’m now a ProBlogger member.
I’m now a ProBlogger member. Which is nice. Hi to you if you have come here via my new pyRads blipverts.
Beer tonight with Paul F,
Beer tonight with Paul F, Arron, Julie and Caroline, with sightings of Paul C, Dave, Clive, Nick, Anne and many others. Need a hug now, so will sleep instead.
Hmm. For some reason, when
Hmm. For some reason, when I log in to Blogger, I’m not getting the BloggerPro interface. Surely it can’t be broken already?!
It’s a wet and blustery
It’s a wet and blustery day, so windy that umbrellas are useless. And yet people still insist on struggling with them. Why?
Actually, in spite of the wind and rain, it’s actually quite a nice day – soft and mild. If I didn’t have to sit and do my college homework, I’d consider going for a walk, getting wet and to hell with it. My stroll to the shops and back simply wasn’t enough.
Mo’s Stupid Translator™ is excellent.
Mo’s Stupid Translator™ is excellent. Put this site through it, and phrases like "Latest template update" come out as "Update the most been slow of the mold".
Sunday 27 January 2002
Beer tonight with Greg, Matt,
Beer tonight with Greg, Matt, Arron, Nick, Sacha and Tanya, with sightings of Cath, Kristian, Malcolm and various other usual suspects.
BloggerPro is working nicely for
BloggerPro is working nicely for me now, and I’ve started deploying some of the new features on my other blogs.
I’m having a really lazy
I’m having a really lazy Sunday – which I needed, badly. I really should be doing some work for my course, but I really can not find the will or energy today.
As a treat, I’m going to cook myself a splendid roast dinner – chicken and all the trimmings. I haven’t done much cooking at all this week, so it will be good to have some "real" food.
Monday 28 January 2002
You can always tell when
You can always tell when the Channel is a bit rough – all the seagulls head inland. This morning I was woken by their laughing screams and calls, and over breakfast I watched them glide in the wind above the houses of my street, as enormous dirty grey clouds scudded across the firmament like giant and bizarrely shaped ships on a wide blue sea.
There has been much discussion
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As you can see, I’ve tripped over the limit this month, not because I’ve suddenly become more verbose, but because I’ve launched two new (private) blogs for my college colleagues to post our collaborative work on. By their nature, posts to these blogs are very long indeed (each would be equivalent to at least one side of A4).
The thing is, I don’t actually have a major problem with the surcharge – after all, it is only $3 (around £2) per month. But maybe Ev should have set BloggerPro with a slightly higher charge and a higher inclusive postings limit? I also wonder what happens if we start using the new file upload feature of BloggerPro – will that count towards the limit? If so, then 100kB will be reached very quickly by anyone with a photolog.
Mo speaks, and the masses
Mo speaks, and the masses cower before his wrathful wisdom.
I’d actually like to nominate myself for best left-handed weblog that uses nested tables and doesn’t validate.
<satire>Actually, I think this site should win best left-handed blog.</satire>
Well, let’s go look at
Well, let’s go look at what is going on out in the rest of UKBloggerland (ok, I’m bored, and I’m lacking original material for this site. I’m also prevaricating about cooking dinner and doing my college homework. And it’s a pathetic excuse for a spot of linkwhoring. But then this is a pathetic excuse for a website – don’t say that I’m not honest about it.):
- Marcia is wondering about fascists
- Dan reasserts his intellectual credentials with some meaningless postmodernism
- Paul arses around
- Mo ponders memetics
- Meg considers the hokey-cokey
- Vaughan obfuscates
- Nick gets paranoid
- Emma continues to take the Grayblog-sponsored KayCee award (cheers Luke) for openness
- Lyssa gets cold
- Richard becomes an on-the-spot reporter
- Tom doesn’t stop
And what’s the best I can come up with? A look at my Blogger usage stats. I feel got at.
I’ve also noticed a trend away from permalinks – theories anyone?
Blimey. Irony, metaphors, satire and
Blimey. Irony, metaphors, satire and usage stats, all in one day. Blogging doesn’t get better than this, readers!
Tuesday 29 January 2002
Wow! I was amazingly productive
Wow! I was amazingly productive last night – not only did I write entries here, but I also cooked a splendid dinner and did my college homework. Not to mention drinking half a bottle of Australian chardonnay.
Of course, as a consequence of all that activity, I’m shattered this morning. But I’ve got post-college dinner to look forward to, so I’ll have to gather energy from somewhere.
Heart palpitations this morning, induced
Heart palpitations this morning, induced by an email from the people I sent my CV to on Friday. Turns out only to be an acknowledgement though.
My parents are sitting watching
My parents are sitting watching Neighbours, and trying to second-guess the plot. Joe Scully is nailing the roof onto Lolly’s new “cubby” whilst Lou Carpenter looks on. Will the whole thing collapse onto the child within? Will Lou’s back give out as he attempts to rescue the injured parties? Will Joe discover that his insurance is invalid? …especially as he can’t read the small print anyway because of his failing eyesight? Will Ethel find her Willy?
The conclusion we came to was that nothing dramatic would occur, as no something’s-going-to-happen music was being played. As a young child, I would always run and hide if there was any film/drama/Dr Who episode on TV that featured something’s-going-to-happen music, and my parents delight in reminding me of this at every available opportunity.
<satire>COMING SOON: actual content!</satire>
<satire>COMING SOON: actual content!</satire>
I was trying to keep
I was trying to keep this quiet.
Wednesday 30 January 2002
Amusing in a self-referential kinda
College tonight, followed by food
College tonight, followed by food with Chris (only 21!), David, Libby, Andrew, Leigh, Heather and Charlotte. Libby, David and I then went on for beer in the Nags where we met DA, Kearn, Aris, Cat and Jo (how long since I saw Jo?), with sightings of Gary, Phil, Teresa and Simon. On my way home, I bumped into Dave and Alison, who had been out playing crib and generally leading life on the edge.
TFF: an uninspiring 31 points,
TFF: an uninspiring 31 points, taking my total (after yet another correction for poor mathematics) to 657. This week’s score not helped by the fact that half my team didn’t play.
Tonight I went to see
Tonight I went to see Safar e Ghandehar, which played to a full house at the New Park – when I arrived, only four seats were left. A moving, memorable film, that really illustrates the plight of the people of Afghanistan living under the Taleban, especially the women. In particular, I found the scene where a man went to a Red Cross field centre to collect artificial legs for his wife to be particularly moving. He wouldn’t accept the first pair offered to him, and insisted on taking another pair. He’d brought along her burka, and held it over the legs before a mirror so that he could see that the legs were the right length. He also had the shoes that she had worn when they were married, and tried them on the artificial legs. It was very touching – she had lost her legs to a landmine.
The field centre itself was populated by dozens of men who had also lost their legs – and these were actually people who had lost their legs, playing themselves. The sight of them running across the sands on their crutches towards the pairs of legs being parachuted in was an amazing scene that you are unlikely to ever see in any other film.
Followed by a last orders beer in the Nags, with a sighting of Terry and a brief chat with Clare.
Thursday 31 January 2002
I feel sorry for the
I feel sorry for the lottery winners tonight – the jackpot is £3.2m, but it has been split between fifteen winners. So they only get £213K. Not that I’d mind if it was me.
It seems that another site
It seems that another site links to here on an almost daily basis. Kudos to you if you have added a link to Grayblog to your site, and readers will find that they often pop up in the little “recent referrers” box at the bottom of this page – go take a look.
Hurrah! I believe this to
Hurrah! I believe this to be a good thing.
Friday’s distraction for you: Rubik’s
Beer tonight with Paul F,
Beer tonight with Paul F, Aris, Arron, Claudette, Mich and Cat, with sightings of many many others.