Month: February 2001

when I came past Chichester Magistrates Court this morning, on my way to work, a crowd of about 50 or so reporters and photographers were there, with a handful of policemen. By 10am, when the man accused of murdering Sarah Payne was brought to court, rent-a-mob was there in force.
There is no dignity in what they and the countless fools who left flowers by the side of the A29 last year (where 8 year old Sarah’s body was found) have done, and it certainly adds no value to the life that was lost. Instead we should be working to create a society where everyone has respect for the rights of every other person, be they male, female, gay, straight, black, white, young or old. That is not achieved through ridiculous token gestures, or worse, a descent into barbarism.

ok, this whole Singles Day/Valentines Day is starting to throw up some interesting stuff:
Paul does a survey of ukbloggers to find out the ratio of single to attached. I’ve voted “single” although of course when I started out, I was “attached”.
Meanwhile, Meg with help from Dave creates bile-filled Valentines Cards. Great.

just added another to the list of “preferred blogs” in the navbar – digitaltrickery. Any guy that moans about Tesco is a nice bloke in my book. All hail Waitrose!
ack – this could be a long day.

Today is Singles Day, and like many other people, I’ll be celebrating this and not Hell-for-Singles Day that is a week today. Funny that Hallmark haven’t cottoned on to this one yet.
Anyhow, as usual, I’m looking for suggestions for appropriate ways to celebrate.

TPL update: 39 points this week. Total now: 646. Scholes and Butt out, Bowyer and Keane in. Only six more transfers to last the remaining 15 weeks of the season.

interesting to read Ev’s blow-by-blow account of his fight to keep Blogger alive and kicking. It’s as if the poor guy is clinging onto the wall of the abyss by just his fingernails, and (as I’m re-reading it at the moment) reminds me of Douglas Coupland’s Microserfs and their battle with “Oop!”.
Actually, I can’t help but think that Microserfs may actually be part of the inspiration for the whole weblog culture anyway.

all I can say is “ack”. blogging after going to the pub is never a good plan, particularly if you are feeling as melancholy as me.
anyway, went to see “the band” (Could Be Good) play the Fountain, and they were their usual selves, which is nice. Bumped into Kearn and Ian and also extracted a beer from Paul, so a worthwhile night out.
now listening to Mr John Peel before heading to bed for sleep – actually slept very very solidly last night for the first time in four weeks and I feel that I might do the same again tonight – I think my body has just had enough of all this and really can’t cope any more.

source of sexual discourse??? (for the benefit of newbies, ILATGB is a synonym for Grayblogzuki).

ok, I’m starting to get really melancholy now. I’ve been reminded that there are several important birthdays imminent that I will be expected to attend and so will certain other people that it really hurts to see together. I don’t want to miss the birthdays because the people concerned are very important, and I know that the “certain other people” will feel that way too, but at the same time, I’m still coming to terms with what they did to me. It’s really hard to face them, but face them I must when it comes to these birthdays, and face them without spoiling things for the birthday person.
Inner strength. hmm.

It comes to something when you feel that you need body armour to tackle a journey to work. like Meg probably feels at the moment. And it’s not an exclusively London-in-a-tube-strike type thing either. I read this story the other day – I mean, the guy was doing his job, and for that he got stabbed with a Stanley knife. He was on the train that passes me as I wait at Barnham station for my train home. I’ve seen it happen before, and even been caught up in it once or twice (although it’s always been verbal abuse when I’ve seen it). Scary to think that people reckon they can get out of paying for a train ticket by stabbing the guard.