Month: August 2001

OK – day report:
up early, then ran a few chores and errands before heading round to Ian’s house to go to the races with Ian, Sacha, DAGS, James, Jayne, Dom, Emma, Stein, Simon, Jeremy, Kearn, Paul C and Tam. A disastrous day at the hands of the bookies – two wins and one place did little to offset the losses, but it was good fun nonetheless, and I’ve been flattered by the number of people who said I looked “sharp” in my blazer, smart trews, shirt and new yellow tie.
Then back to Ian’s in DAGS’s sick car before heading to Pizza Express for a very relaxing meal, followed by beers in the Nags and W2 in the company of the aforementioned posse, plus Matt, Clive, DA, Paul F, Arron, Tim W, Joel, Simone and new-person-behind-the-bar-Katy.
Now I’m absolutely exhausted. The last thing I want to do is go to work tomorrow. It doesn’t help that I am less than bouyant, although that is probably drink-induced (and rain aided).

There is another one of those mood-enhancing rains falling on Chichester this evening. Couple that with drinking stupid amounts today and this evening, and my mood becomes *highly* enhanced.

Well, it seems I was wrong about that, but no harm done – there was a three-way online virtual hug earlier this evening, which seemed to satisfy nearly everyone.
Except me, of course. I was only satisfied by beer, which tonight was found with Paul F, Kearn, Simon, Jeremy, DA, the ever-youthful Aris, Steve C, Leah, Kristian, Joel – the usual suspects. Sight was also made of an attractive blonde lady I have seen in the bar more than once who I should very much like to get to know – but she was surrounded by undesirables, so I avoided the area, although I noticed she shook them off with grace and ease at the end of the evening. Respect due.

Contrary to popular belief, terrorist bombs are not the sole preserve of London. A few years back, the IRA planted and detonated a bomb just down the road in Bognor Regis – the explosion could be heard here at work, five miles away. And even us poor provincial folk are alert – earlier this year, a suspicious package was blown up near the Rousillon Barracks in Chichester, just 500 metres from my home, although it only turned out to be someone’s shopping I think.
It has to be said though: how can anyone possibly respect an organisation that targets pubs in busy streets, or even flower beds in seaside resorts? Compare these two attacks with the Tamil Tigers recent attack on Colombo Airport and air force base – a heavily defended and well guarded site, certainly much harder to target than either of the targets the Republicans have chosen. The Irish terrorists should be careful – the Omagh bombing did more to damage their cause than strengthen it, and they are in danger of making the same mistake again.

I’m going to the races tomorrow. Top tips from all you pundits will be welcome!

woohoo! my team is top of division 17 at itsagoal.com.

There seems to be some confusion about the target of this post. I thought I might have an inkling, but now I’m not so sure. Meg: the masses demand clarification! (well, if you call me “the masses”!) And if it is about what I now think you are getting at, are you not over-reacting?

arf.

I am 37% gay, which makes me less gay than average for people of my gender and orientation. but only just. hmm.

tonight: beer with Arron , Paul F (briefly), Kristian, Joel, Dan, Leah, Hayley, Rebekah and her fella (snogging at the bar – guh), Leroy and his knob (you don’t want to know!), Sally – oh, loads of people. A fun evening – the best laugh in ages.