Month: April 2001

I’m struggling with today’s word: I’m not sure that I’ve done anything in a furtive manner for a good while, other than maybe steal the odd furtive glance at things and people. I’m generally not a furtive person, mainly because I’m simply too obvious about just about every aspect of life. And you wouldn’t believe the problems that can cause.

Chichester, Easter Sunday, 9:15am….
a souped-up purple Ford Transit van with twin chrome exhausts, tinted glass and orange-flame on purple paint job, bearing the moniker “Vanimal” (I kid you not), roars past the bus stop bearing stickers promoting the “Mayday Monopoly” protests. The cathedral bells toll their beautiful irrelevance out across an otherwise deserted city, as I plod my way down South Street towards the railway station. An alcohol induced buzz whirls around my synapses, accompanied by memories and thoughts of the night before, words which might best have been left unsaid. But then again, who knows?
My head is too full. I need an outlet. And I need more than that. I need contact. Friends are brilliant, but sometimes they are not enough. Sometimes I need that soul, that understanding, that insight. And sometimes the deserted city brings out those feelings in me. It did last night as I walked home from the bar, and it did again this morning as I walked to work.

rules of blogging: 14a: never blog after you have been to the pub and drunk three pints of Staropramen, two vodka red bulls (no ice) and two butterscotch schnapps.
but rules were made to be broken.
a fine night in the company of Paul F, the ever-wonderful Tam and the ever-black-sweatered Matt. Later we saw Paul C, Stein, Tanya and Kearn as well as guest appearances by DJ, Tina, Marc W, Lynne, Arron and a host of household names.
and yet, in spite of this, something is missing tonight. So I guess it is time to go and rest my head on the pillow, and let unconsciousness drown those thoughts. Until tomorrow at least. Sleep well, dear reader.

My new PC at home lacks anything exciting on the desktop. If anyone has a really alternative image, perhaps something design oriented, that would make fabulous wallpaper, please send it.

bizarre moment of the day: sitting here just now, I heard the letter box rattle. Excitedly anticipating some sort of letter or note through the door, I ran to the doormat to find….half a sandwich. Opened the door – nobody in sight. Figure that out.

You will probably have noticed that I’m not a great sports fan. I enjoy cricket and follow test matches avidly (Test Match Special is one of the best sports programmes going, mainly because they spend most of the time talking about anything other than cricket) and watch the motor racing (unfashionably, I think that Michael Schumacher actually is the best driver – it isn’t cool to say that – a bit like saying that you support Manchester United really). But football leaves me mostly cold. However, I’ve long followed the fortunes of Brighton and Hove Albion, and today the won promotion to Division Two – hurrah! Seeeeaaaaaguuuullls! Seeeeeeaaaaguuuulllls!!!

I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out why I was feeling down. And after I spent all that money on retail therapy yesterday! Chocolate deficiency. So simple. And so easily rectified by a large bar of Cadbury’s finest. I feel much better now.

I need positive thoughts and actions – I’m going to start by going home in a few minutes, flopping onto the sofa, cranking up WagonChrist to full volume (well, at least as loud as the neighbours will tolerate) and reading my book with a large mug of tea.
I’ll probably switch the PC on and leave AIM running, so if anyone feels like saying “hello”…
At least, it’ll be on until I head to the pub around 9ish. Then I suspect there will be some inebriated post-pub blogging around midnight.
At least that is better than if I blogged about my exciting new guttering above the front door ….oops!

[post deleted due to severe bout of self doubt. or common sense. not sure which.]

It has turned cold, grey and miserable. guh. But I’m determined not to let it sap my spirit, especially as have been feeling a bit more upbeat this morning and I’ve also been productive. Upbeat and productive? …no wonder it’s raining.