Category: old blogging

There are some nights which are absolutely lovely, and tonight was one of them. A long, gentle evening of chat, laughs, anecdotes and good company with Fi, sitting in the twilight in the corner of the courtyard at Sadlers, catching up on life and stories and gossip and “stuff”. I am blessed with fantastic friends.
And for icing on the cake, just as we were leaving, I bumped into Becs, who I haven’t seen since she and Chris left Woodies to go and run a restaurant together. They are going to be at Claudette’s forthcoming Bouncy Castle Party, which, it has to be said, is not to be missed.

Newly discovered. With attitude too. I like, lots.

Bark Psychosis. You don’t hear them on the radio much these days.

I’ve been asked by the publishers of this book to check for mistakes in the picture captions. All I can say is this: it’s a shame they didn’t get it checked before it was published, as I have found errors in 25% of the pictures in the Geraniums section. Not just tiny errors either, but big glaring ones. And although I’ve not been asked to look at it, the text seems to be littered with mistakes too.
Not good. Not good at all.

Beers last night (in case you couldn’t tell from the drunken rambling I posted here at 12.10am) with Arron, Sarah, Simone, Claudette, Joel, Dan, Michelle, DA, Kearn, Paul F (back from hols), Kev and Andrea. I chose not to go on to Thursdays for various reasons, which I think was a good decision. However, in spite of that I am still tired this morning, which I guess is my own fault.

I’m tired. I’m confused. I’m a bit down. I need to sleep. Stuff is happening. Shit. More soon, when I have my head sorted.

This is the first opportunity I’ve had to get near a PC today, and it’ll only be brief. I’ve been busy busy busy.
Remember that song – “Things That Make You Go Hmmmm” (who did that? I can’t remember). Today, something made me go hmmmm.

I’m weak. Just been and purchased Suzuki by Tosca (no weblink at the moment – the !K7 site is down. Although you can check here at Amazon). And it is very very good.

The International Center for Bathroom Etiquette. Thanks to Meg for pointing this out to me – please don’t ask how Meg and I got to talking about urinal etiquette. It all started with an innocent conversation about trains, honest! (how Freudian is that?!)

I’ve only just spotted this story, but Luke has done the gag I wanted to do already.