Category: old blogging

hmm. How odd. A woman, about my age, who I couldn’t quite see because she was in silouette, has just walked up to my window, called out “bonne soir” in a sweet French accent, waved, and walked off. On her own. At 12.40am.

Beer tonight with Joel, Brenda, Greg and Donna. Yeh. Hmm.

Tom also wears his underpants on the outside of his trousers.

To quote the little black duck:
Of course, you realise that this means war.

It’s Robyn‘s birthday. Send carrot cake.

It was suggested to me last night that this site could be improved if I had an editor. hmmm.

There was thick, thick, thick fog over Chichester this morning. Add in a hint of hangover, and it makes for an arduous walk to the station. Now the sun has burnt it off, and it’s become another hot and sticky day.

places in my head:

• in a chateau in Brittany
• under a rock in Yorkshire
• at Beachy Head, eating fish and chips
• on Mount Teide
• Piccadilly Circus tube station
• the Sagrada Familia, Barcelona
• at the bar
• on the seafront near Gosport
• on a bus by the Lego factory, Billund, Denmark
• Waikikamoocau, Kensington Gardens, Brighton
• Skye

Beer tonight with Arron, Paul F, Simone (for the very last time! sob! wail!), Joel, Mich, Phil, Gary, Bek and the very gorgeous Celine. Tired now, so bedtime (and yes, I know I didn’t blog the second thing that was on my mind this morning, and I possibly never will).

Blogger is two today. And Grayblog will reach the grand age of one in just a few short weeks – celebrations (of some description) are planned.