Month: February 2003

Anyone in the Chichester area interested in sharing an office? I looked at two yesterday – one was lovely, but much too big for me to use (or afford) on my own – sharing with another person would make it perfect, and would mean that I don’t go insane through working on my own. The other was okaaaay, but had no window, only a skylight. I think I could go slightly mad if I could see nothing more than a square of sky.
The trouble is, I can afford the second one, but they need me to give a response as soon as possible. I don’t really wanyt to be bounced into choosing an office, and, somehow, this one just didn’t seem right for me.
Sigh.

Sorreeee. No updates due to busyness.
Beer tonight with Paul F, discussing The Project. Always useful to get another perspective.

Been busy all day.
Just so you know.

Monday. Mooooooonday. Mooooooooooooondaaaaaay.
yup. Bored already.
Anyone got any exciting gossip?

The wonder that is Lizzie is seeking either a zimmer frame or (preferably) an electric wheelchair for a life of laughter, sex and goodness knows what else on stage in comedy clubs and so forth. Can you help? The budget for this is nil, so she’s relying on the generosity of some kind soul or souls. If you can help her (useful if you’re in the London area), let me know.

Next time you’re having problems with BT, call up your local neighbourhood eunuch.

I’m sick of Valentine’s Day already. I think last year I wrote some nauseating guff about how lovely and peachy it all is, and how single people should be jolly happy and all the rest, because I was all loved up with Marianne. Well, don’t expect that this year unless a minor miracle occurs between now and Friday. Instead, expect me to be miserable and curmudgeonly, and probably rambling on about the fact that I haven’t had a VD card since 1997. grump.
I’m fed up with the whole anti-valentine’s thing too. If people want to be happy and gooey and give each other cards, flowers, dinner and genital herpes, well that’s up to them. We’ve all done it at some time or another, even in a small way, so really have no room to make any sort of statement about it. But don’t try to get me to make some statement about it in the form of an e-card or something. I’ll just be miserable and grumpy here, all by myself, without any help from anyone else, thank you.

Formula 1: my tip for car and driver to watch this season can be found here. I may be proven wrong, by I reckon that Renault and Jaguar will have a tough time keeping up with the Saubers, and, as has been shown in some races in 2001 and 2002, Sauber can threaten the podium on a good day.

Not doing very well. 3.15, and I’ve done one lot of laundry, the washing up and have been shopping, but really have no desire to do anything on The Project. I really should do, as it can not progress until I do the things that need to be done, but, to be honest, all I want to do at the moment is curl up on the sofa and have a kip. Maybe I’ll do that for a while and then work later whilst my dinner is roasting.

….must….get……motivated….
Beer last night with Paul F and Tim W, with sightings of Malcolm, Sally and the rest of the Nags suspects.
Really should make better use of today than I made of yesterday. So I’m going to do some laundry, some work on The Project and take a stroll through the city to Waitrose.
And the tulips I bought the other day have all opened, which is nice.