Month: February 2003

I have every sympathy for Nasser Hussain. The whole issue has been handled terribly, right from governmental level downwards. Cricket should not be mixed with politics, in my view – sport is a great opportunity to see past the things that divide people and to build bridges between people and nations. In fact, I think that a cricket match in Zimbabwe, with its attendant media circus, would have drawn attention to that country. But to hold it there clearly became impossible, and the players have been left to pick up the tab in sporting terms for trying to protect their own safety. All wrong.

ooo blimey. 181 Orchard Street has got a man outside erecting a "For Sale" sign. It’s directly opposite me, so any stalkers would be well advised to snap it up. Details available from this estate agent.

Music by Kush is really rather good. Etric Lyons has kindly sent me a CD all the way from Canada, and I’m greatly impressed. No need for me to go into great description, as you can judge for yourself by listening at the mp3.com page. I’ll be adding at least one track to radio grayblog very soon indeed.
On the subject of radio grayblog, listeners will now have to log in to live365 in order to listen. It’s free and secure. However, it’s worth trying to listen without logging in, in order to hear the ever-so-camp "Operator 8014" make his announcement about registration and logging in.

Thoughts this morning are with the people (including a number of friends) going on the Stop The War rally in London. I was going to go, but have too many other things to do for The Project and myself that I need to do (and yes, I know that those reasons pale somewhat against the threat of war) – and I must confess that I feel more than a little guilty that I’m not going. No protest has ever made me feel that way before.
I’m not opposed to war under any circumstances, but I feel that there must be a true justification for it, as there was when liberating Kuwait. I’m also particularly uncomfortable that Mr Bush and Mr Blair see fit to send troops into another country with the purpose of "regime change", even if they do dress it up as disarmament (little evidence of those arms yet, it seems) or even "liberating the people".
Politically, I hope that today’s protest shakes the Government (and the opposition) a little with regard to this issue. It seems to me, at the moment, that Charles Kennedy and the LibDems, as the only mainstream party to be actively questioning the policy of the Government in a reasoned and reasonable way, are most likely to gain from the current situation. Whether that will change if/when military action actually kicks off is another matter, as the British populace is known for supporting the British forces in pretty much whatever they do. I’m not sure if that largesse extends to governments and political parties though.
So, I’m sorry that I’m not marching today. But whilst I may not be marching in body, I shall be there in spirit. Good luck to those who go today, and let’s see what unfolds.

Beer and vodka last night with Paul F, Nikki, Sasha, Tim and Arron.
The last of the three mood options definitely won through, particularly towards the end of the evening, and continues into today.

As I walked home, a man was playing a clarinet under the arches at the Council House in North Street. All rather mournful for Valentine’s Day.
I’m in something of a volatile mood, swinging between irritation at the whole VD thing, feeling sorry for myself for being on my own on VD and generally good feeling for actually liking myself and being inwardly happy on VD. The last of these three is probably winning at the moment, although whether that will still be the case after a few beers, who can tell.
It’s been pointed out that being single on VD has two advantages: firstly, all the women that I see on their own or with other girls are certain to be single (or lesbian!), and secondly, I’ve saved myself at least £80 on flowers, cards, chocs and posh dinner, which amounts to rather a lot of beer.

Was late for work this morning, as I had to stay late at home for the arrival of a surveyor to view my flat. All related to The Project, of course.

For the first time since 1997, I got a Valentine’s Day card. So thanks and big love going to Berkshire’s finest.
All I need now is one from someone who actually wants to get in my pants!

This site is going through one of those unexciting periods again, isn’t it? (Oi, you at the back, stop muttering "no change there" before I come over and bop you).
Well, all I can is apologise and suggest that I’ve run out of oomph, special sauce, beans, drive, inspiration or whatever you like to call it. I’ll try and write with more enthusiasm shortly.
And I’ll try and update radio grayblog too (yet more apologies to those people that I’ve promised to add music for).

In the meantime, today’s question for debate is: should Graybo join a dating agency (again)? Bung your comments into the ..um.. comments under this post, and I’ll cogitate, procrastinate, prevaricate, obfuscate, levitate, dehydrate, masticate (steady!), ruminate, ungulate and then go and watch an Ingmar Bergman film rather than make a decision.

via Marcia: weapons of mass destruction error page.