Month: April 2001

beer tonight with [deep breath]: Kearn, Paul F, DA, DAGS, Tanya, Matt, Clive, Ian and James. Also witnessed were Catherine (long time, no see), DJ plus Al, Bruno and the delightful Claudette. And new bar decor, Jenny – nice (-:
am really tired tonight, and not a little spikey – need to sleep, so will do that now. long day of decorating ahead tomorrow.

Cal‘s “is Mo human?” poll is turning up some not entirely unexpected results. it has to be said, that stopping smoking has unlikely to humanize him either. but he’s still a top bloke.
ukbloggers – obsessed with other ukbloggers? yep, I reckon so.

I’m more tired than should be permitted. And I could really use some quality contact.
But at least the sun is out now.

had a strange conversation with my mum earlier.
she was talking about a neighbour – their daughter is getting married today for the second time.
suddenly, she came over all reflective and started talking about failed marriages, especially those of her brothers. then she said:
“sometimes I think you have the best idea, playing the field”
I was mildly shocked by this. I’ve never considered myself as a field player – my total number of girlfriends to date is still in single digits. yes, I might flirt a bit, but nothing more. maybe I should?

after the polyfilla sesswion, I headed out to the Nags for beer with DA, DAGS, Paul F, Mandy, Sacha, Ian, Kearn, Tanya and Jim. Ian bought me a triple vodka and red bull, which I can still taste now! After that, we headed back to Ian’s, drank all his beer but rejected the vodka (lacking any mixer) and listened to his CDs after he and Sacha had gone to bed (accompanied by much sniggering from those of us left downstairs!). I left at 2.30, but Paul, James and Mandy were still going strong.
The walk home was bliss – the city was being washed by a light drizzle, and was totally silent and completely deserted. I love walking home when it is like that – not a single car passed, and the only people I saw were a couple walking in the distance, enjoying the night as well. Chichester is rarely quiet, and certainly isn’t during the day. Sometimes, it isn’t even quiet at night – but if ever it is going to be quiet, it is at 3am. There have even been times when I’ve even been known to sit on the bench outside Marks and Spencer on East Street at 3am, purely to savour the solitude and silence.

the decorating is progressing slowly but surely. last night I had a polyfilla frenzy and filled all the holes created by removing the huge ghastly mirrors in the bathroom (feel free to burst into song now). tonight I have to wash down the ceiling and walls before starting on the sealing of the ceiling and painting tomorrow. and a survey of the kitchen reveals the need for similar work there too, it seems.
(incidentally, whilst looking for a link to The Beat, I stumbled across this site – I mean, like, um, what?!)

tonight, Radio4, 6.30pm, Dead Ringers – compulsory, or Mr Perkins will get you.

I really should be very worried by this picture – take a look at the whole AmIMegOrNot project.

The Post-It 653 – an ickle piece of stationery.

decided last night that having a style sheet for life would be brilliant – if there was anything you didn’t like, fiddle with a bit of code and BAZAM! it’s improved! such a neat idea.