Month: June 2001

I’m not stressed. No, I’m not.

And I plan to end The Silence Of The Telephone at 7pm today. Keep your fingers crossed.

It’s my mum’s birthday today, so buns and doughnuts all round.

Sneaky swift beer last night with Paul F and Peter Pan (a.k.a. Aris), joined by Simone, Leah, Tina and Sal. Viewed Sal’s pictures from the ball – looks good, but I’m still disappointed that nothing scandalous took place.

For the umpteenth night in recent times, I’ve only just got in from work. This weekend should hopefully see the reward for all this effort. I think I deserve to be rewarded handsomely, and the weather forecast suggests that the omens are good.
In other news:

• I have a brutal new haircut which I love. Thanks Jo.
• I have more votes, but still need more
• The Silence Of The Telephone continues.

My horoscope:

Your beauty eclipses every other celestial body. The sweeping force of love is at your disposal, however you care to use it. Seek out the people with whom you are best matched. The result will be a harmonious melody that wafts over the landscape and lulls everybody into a very real state of security. Even though it won’t last forever, it will provide plenty of hope and optimism for those who need it most. Others, like you, will hardly need a reason to keep smiling and laughing.

Hmmm. Wise words or hippy tree-hugging crap? At the moment, the tide of optimism is still sufficiently strong to carry me to the wise words camp.

Look, this is getting embarrassing. Go and vote now please.

Arf.

Beer last night with Arron, Aris, Dan, Joel and Simone. Tried to catch up with the gossip from the Foot and Mouth Ball, but it seems there wasn’t much, which I find surprising.
I haven’t talked about the Ball much, mainly because I didn’t go – it was held on a farm just outside of Chichester, to raise money for charities supporting communities hit by the foot and mouth crisis. It was organised by Steve and a couple of other guys from down the bar (including Mich), and featured DJs and Paul F’s band. I know they sold more than 350 tickets at £25, and that most of the stuff they needed (venue, bands, beer) was provided free – so hopefully they raised a lot of money. Kudos to the organisers.
Why didn’t I go? Well, I knew I had long days at work on Saturday and Sunday, and as the ball was an all-nighter, going on until 6am, I thought it wise not to go. But on Saturday, I was wondering if I had made the right decision, as just about everyone else was going, including a Certain Someone. But where do you find a dinner jacket at short notice on a Saturday afternoon when you are stuck in a field with lousy mobile phone reception? So I resigned myself to not going, which in view of the fact I was so tired at the end of the day was probably a good thing. But I was left wondering what went on there.
Certain Someone asked me by SMS on Saturday if I would be going – I think she was hoping I would. Wish I had – perhaps then I wouldn’t be left wondering, as I am now.

This morning I have a sore throat and feel decidedly off-colour – no doubt the result of Friday night’s activities combined with spending Saturday stood in the rain.
Maybe as a result of that, coupled with the Silence Of The Telephone, the optimism which has carried me at great height through the weekend is slowly beginning to ebb away. No, I’m not stressing about it, no really, I’m not. Honest.

I just wish she’d call. I hate waiting. I’m crap at waiting.