Author: graybo

my stomach is convinced it is lunch time, even though that is not for another hour and a half.

apologies to the person I so expertly ignbored in the red Peugeot 205 who hooted her horn and waved vigorously at me this morning as I walked past the Job Centre on my way to the station. Sorry, I was in a foul mood. Besides, I couldn’t see who you were for the sun. Although you did seem to be female and possibly blonde, so do get in contact!

I’ve just eaten a plateful of pork spare ribs in fivespice sauce. Tasty.
But I’ve also just had one of those life-enhancing moments when a great truth has been revealed to me…..namely, spare ribs are the most pointless food ever. Any food that is around 75% bone has to be of questionable value. It certainly is a pain to eat the damn things, especially if you plan to eat them without covering yourself and every nearby horizontal and vertical surface with whatever sauce they are covered in.
So, I have decided. I intend never to eat spare ribs again.
Don’t get me wrong – kudos to Waitrose for selling very good, tasty spare ribs. But in future, I want my meat in convenient slabs, thank you.

Meg gets a pressie after praising e-street.com – given my previous post, I’m now waiting for nice things from BBC News Online. And, should they need help with suitable present ideas, they should look here or maybe even here.

In common with several other UKbloggers, I’ve been getting increasingly bored with Ananova‘s sensationalist tabloid style of reporting. The BBC Online news service is certainly superior, but I also rate the Telegraph‘s offering, even if you sometimes have to grit your teeth at the horrendous anti-European political bias. It does have the advantage of showing the work of Britain’s best newspaper cartoonist.

another cheery thing was that last night I went to see Paul F and Could Be Good play the newly refurbished and reopened Nags Head. The band were good, the beer was good and the pub looks good – so why were so few people there?

yesterday was a bad bad day. Today on the other hand is a good one. I’m in a positive frame of mind, forward looking and (moderately) cheerful. Probably to do with the fact that I don’t have a hangover, the sun is shining and I got a nice chirpy e-mail this morning.

Respect is due to my friends for not throwing up their hands, rolling their eyes and walking away. You guys put up with so much, yet you’re always around, making sure I’m ok. Am I worth it? Probably not, but I try.

For a big, 6ft1in, grown man who is only a few weeks away from his 30th birthday, I spend far too much time crying.

Robyn is great and is cheering me up hugely with an IM discussion about pretending to be a tiger, instant coffee, Japanese girls, music teachers, singing sea shanties in the round, and other picture postcards.