Month: April 2001

pearlescent jism??! um….I can control myself. just.

ok – let me set a few things straight. or one thing at least. judging by the things that people have been attempting to communicate by means of the Atomz search function, a few people think I have a thing for Meg. I would like to make clear that, whilst I admire Meg’s writing, enjoy reading notsosoft each day, and, based on the one time we met and a handful of emails and AIM conversations, found her to be most personable, I do not, repeat NOT, have a thing for her.
In fact, at the moment, I do not really have a “thing” for anyone, although I’m pretty excited about meeting up with Sarah again in a few days time. Maybe, given some time with her, I’ll develop a “thing” for her. Time will tell.
Now, to those people who thought that there was something to gossip about, and also the saddos who insist on communicating via the search function – GET A GRIP! guh.

I think I’ve mentioned it before here, but go take a look at these brilliant cartoons. Businessman Billy has the coolest laugh of any cartoon character (hnyah hnyah hynah hnyah!). And Super Suzy Rocker Chick is dead foxy. Episodes seven and eight come highly recommended. Flash and a fast connection are useful.

ah, but where did he have the lipstick?

Nick has pointed out that many UKBloggers play a musical instrument, but thinks that a UKBlogger band would be a bad plan. I think it would be a great idea! But what would it be called? Suggestions puhleeze.
Incidentally, I do not play a musical instrument, so if the band ever got together, I’d just have to do the promotion. Or be a roadie.

I just know I should be worried by this. Will somebody please persuade Meg to take a timeout?

considering that I am forever ranting on about Chichester for some reason or other, it is pretty shameful that I failed to mention that yesterday was the feast-day of St Richard of Chichester and was only alerted to the fact by Luke. His tomb is no more than 400 yards from my front door in Chichester Cathedral, although I’ve not noted many miracles taking place recently.

Here is a list that I am glad I didn’t make it to. Although I share (most of) Tom’s sentiments regarding Katy, probably because of the Daisy Duke top she wore on Saturday which not only made her look most attractive, but also reminded me of youthful days watching telly.

Meg suffered at the hands of a migraine yesterday. Thankfully, I’ve never been a sufferer, but I did have a broadly similar scary experience a few years ago.
I think I’ve said before that I run a few plant fair type events as a bit of a sideline. I used to get really really really stressed about them (now I just get really stressed). I ran a particularly large one (well, large if you are running it all on your own) at Parham House. It was the first morning of the event, and I had been up since 4.30am, stressing big time. I had done pretty much all the preparation I could do, but I was looking at the sky and worrying about the clouds (rain is the greatest enemy of an outdoor event). I was stood on the main entrance driveway, overseeing the car parking stewards as they set up, and directing exhibitors as they arrived.
As I stood there, worrying where the late arriving exhibitors were, worrying about the weather, worrying if any visitors would turn up AND feeling very very tired, my vision began to blur and darken. I just stopped what I was doing, stood still, and blinked a lot. But the blurring and darkening got worse, and quickly, and was coupled with a very sharp pain down my left side and a tightening of the chest – so tight I could barely breathe.
So I started thinking – “shit, what the hell’s this? can’t be a heart attack – I’m 24 for god’s sake! [at least I was at the time]”. and then…”I can’t afford to be ill, there’s only me to run this thing, if I go it goes wrong, shit shit shit shit.”
I just sat down on the grass where I was and took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes. Thankfully nobody came along at that moment, and, for once, the two-way radio was quiet for a while. After about ten minutes, I got up and carried on with the rest of the day, and the sun shone, everybody was where they should be, and 6000 visitors came through the gate.
But that did scare me. Ever since then, if I feel myself getting stressed, I convinced myself that it is not that important really, and there are more important things, like life, love and family to consider. Some people have asked me in the past how I can have such an “I don’t really care” attitude towards some things that really stress them out – well, the reason is the scare I was given that day.

had to give a lecture this evening in Henfield, to an audience who seemed to be struggling to stay awake – they didn’t laugh at my jokes and I only got one question at the end. Although that may just be because I am a boring speaker – who knows?
Anyway, I over-ran by miles (coupled with a late start) and now I am exhausted and have no time to finish the college homework that is due tomorrow. bugger.
still, the good mood persists.