I’m tired. Considering that I haven’t really done much today, this is a bad thing. I feel like I’ve spent an hour or two in a tumble dryer. A cold and particularly uncomfortable one.
However, in tune with my current must-be-forward-looking-and-cheerful policy, I’m looking forward to heading down the pub tonight – I need to chill with friends. I might even switch off my mobile for an hour or two. Not that it would make much difference in the Nags anyway, as the reception is non-existent in there. And I’d just *have* to switch it on again as I am walking home, being a communication addict. So I’ll probably just leave it switched on, and save myself the effort.
George Harrison, 1943-2001.
Hopefully, rather than buying flowers and creating one of those instant shrines, Princess Diana style, people might donate to the Imperial Cancer Research Fund or some other good cause.
Last night, I enjoyed a restful and useful evening. Deleted a few unwanted emails, did nearly two hours revision, cooked and ate a lovely meal, chatted aimlessly online with Marcia, Nick and Sarah, poked about a few websites, read a book, listened to some good music, drank a beer and then clambered into bed. Tonight should be even better, with plans to eat and revise, then head off to the bar to catch up with everyone. I’ve been a bit of a recluse this week due to the pressing need to revise and a severe shortage of funds. I’ll also be heading off in a few minutes to see Jo, get my hair cut (barely necessary, it’s hardly grown since the last time) and get up to speed on the gossip.
Someone got here by searching Google for a Miss Bitch t-shirt. One she has worn, or one bearing her image?
No, no, no! This isn’t going nearly far enough. After all, even the real world, far removed from ‘weblogging’, is full of utter shite, tedium and drivel, not to mention a large number of small minded, thick, ugly and generally undesirable people. And if you can’t stand being near the poorer quality web content by virtue of sharing the same medium, how can you stand being on the same planet as those people, standing on the same rock hurtling through space? Why not just end it all, and go on to better things in a utopian afterworld of Linux, Mozilla and iBooks?
For crying aloud. If I see another instance of the BadTrans B virus, I think I’ll scream. Or at least tut and mutter under my breath.
If you don’t have any virus protection on your PC, for heaven’s sake get some!
Forgot to mention: my Advanced Certificate in Marketing arrived yesterday, so I’ll be shopping for a frame this weekend. I worked hard for it, so you can be sure it will be on display!
This and this are very funny. Darn, another blog that I’ll have to add to the "approved" list.
Some days I think that the world is dropping me subtle hints that are driving me towards a series of inexorable conclusions.
Either way, it’s a foul morning out there – wet, windy and grey. Thoroughly depressing. But, one of the conclusions that I have reached is that I must at least try to be positive and upbeat, so that is exactly what I am going to do, and sod the bloody weather!
A night in, featuring:
- revision (ugh!)
- listening to Hitch Hiker’s Guide on Radio 4 (yay! – but the last episode – boo!)
- munching pistachios – buy two packs, save £1 at Waitrose (bargain!)
- splendid food – chicken and vegetables in rustic tomato and chilli sauce on a bed of basmati and wild rice (and enough for tomorrow’s dinner too – I had one of those galloping gourmet moments [argument rages as to whether I was named for Graham Kerr or Graham Hill – see me in the kitchen and it’s Kerr, in a car and it’s Hill!])
- good music, thanks to Aerial M, Monkey Radio and John Peel, in that order (wide!)
- a bottle of pinot grigio from Waitrose – only £3.99 and bloody gorgeous (hic!)
- gorgeous chocolate mousse for dessert
- all to be followed by listening to Gilles Peterson from between clean crisp sheets whilst devouring an excellent paperback
All that is missing is someone to share it all with.