Category: old blogging

Hmm. Contemplating the weekend. Plan at the moment looks something like this:

• soak in the bath (done that)
• bank and shopping. I’ve decided to hold back on the boots for a while – my finances are still not perfect by any means.
• since the weather looks a bit pants, I may stay in and actually finish the long-awaited upgrade to radio grayblog
• down to Percy Towers for sausage and mash, Beano stylee, before heading out to (whisper it) Thursdays for dancing and stupidity to celebrate Michael’s 40th.
• Might go and see a film tomorrow morning. Persona is on at the New Park, but I’m not sure if I can cope with a hangover and a very bizarre film as well
• Maybe a walk? Depends on the weather. Either way, a Sunday roast will almost certainly be called for

Chicory: food of the gods? You decide! Vote now in the comments to this post!

Beer tonight with Paul F, Lady Bren and Lord Percy. Pooped. Need sleep. Mind elsewhere.

Yay! I’ve got my first mail addressed to Plants For Europe Ltd.
Boo! It’s an invoice.

Why must the Inland Revenue make everything so complicated?

I wonder if we’ll get to see the pictures that the bloke took?

Update to the story about the swotty prefect from yesterday: today, The Sun reports that the great British institution that is Phil The Greek has made a brilliant insult to the lad upon meeting him:

Utter class.

AFF: in readiness for the FA Cup quarter finals, and knowing that my team is the bookies’ favourite, I’ve made a few judicious transfers:
OUT: A Cole (to keep within the rules for the number of players from any one team), Winterburn, Malbranque, Solksjaer
IN: W Bridge, Lazardis (to keep within budget), Kewell and T Henry.
That leaves me four transfers left, which should be enough for me to deal with any injuries, and to bring in another Leeds player for the next round (assuming they go through), safe in the knowledge that there will be a vacancy when either Arsenal or Chelsea are knocked out.
The Cup is as good as mine (famous last words).

Went for a walk after work this evening, down the canal to Hunston and back, again seeing a kingfisher. It’s good to be able to walk after work again, although it was only just light enough. If it had been cloudy, it would have been too dark.

I’m pooped. I slept really badly last night and had a very strange dream involving some large white marble cubes on a red sandy plain under an orange sky. I needed to open them but couldn’t figure out how to do so. Goodness knows what that means.