Month: July 2002

I’m shattered. And it’s far too sunny and warm to work. But I must press on. guh.

Hmm. When I post to this site via Waplogger (which I used for the two posts below) from the middle of a field, it doesn’t seem to publish my ramblings properly. This may be a good thing. However, I shall investigate.
Meanwhile, I’m very very tired and a little sunburnt.

Loooong day ahead. Long weekend all round really. siiigh

Oh, the train is coming near, the whistle’s blowin’ … WOOHOO WOOHOO (Daffy Duck, 1944)

Working another long day. 13 hours so far, and still at it.
Found out today that my very first girlfriend, Jill, is to be married. Congratulations are definitely in order.

Beer. bzzzz.

A conversation the other night with the only person I’ve actually met as a result of them randomly visiting this site set me thinking about my tongue-in-cheek title: I *really* don’t know you people. Why *are* you here?

Woo hoo! Off to the Chichester Real Ale and Jazz tonight. Which is, of course, noted for the complete absence of any jazz at all, but there is plenty of ale and even a sausage or two. Can’t be bad.

Bren and Greg dropped round last night, which was very nice indeed.
I’m not a bundle of joy at the moment. But, as usual, my problems pale into insignificance against other people’s. So thoughts to sis-not-in-law today, as her mum is unwell (in fact, thoughts to her mum would be more appropriate).

You know, in a way, you simply have to admire this guy. I sometimes think that it is a shame that the inexorable spread of Western-sponsored democratisation and electoral standards and systems mean that there will be fewer completely barking mad despots in the future. Especially not ones with Amazonian bodyguards.