Author: graybo

Parcel mystery solved – not what I had feared – instead it was this book sent to me by Richard – thank you very much. Respect due. You succeeded in putting a smile on my face, which is quite an achievement.

this weekend’s plans:
– to the bar tonight for beer
– lunch tomorrow with friends near Uckfield
– drinks tomorrow night with Sarah and some of her crowd from work to celebrate a birthday, probably in the bar for at least part of the time.
– Sunday – maybe actually doing some work on the redesign (yes, yes, yes, I know I said I’d have it done ages ago!!), followed by drinks in the bar. spotting a pattern yet?

whilst some people were out living it up, I had an oven-ready pizza and went to the bar for a pint. guh.

nor have I solved the mystery of the e-bouquet that was sent to me on Valentines Day – c’mon, fess up!

still not solved the parcel mystery – will be going to the sorting office later this morning to pick it up.

On the subject of Wallpaper*, take a look at the Dior ad about three or four pages in from the front. Very striking (but then I am a single heterosexual male!).

even Wallpaper* gets in on the act of taking the piss out of George “Dubya” – take a look at the “view from” cartoon inside the back cover of the new issue…it depicts moving-in day at the White House, with chaos everywhere and huge Wal-Mart delivery trucks everywhere, peopled by guys in leathers, stetsons and bad moustaches. Made me smile.

I was wondering if maybe I should try and set up a subset of the ukbloggers community for nocturnal bloggers – those insomniacs amongst the group, who, like me, occasionally feel the urge to bare their soul to the world at 1am. anyone interested?

on a brighter note, I’m listening to Radio One‘s Global Transmission programme (Thursdays 12midnight to 2am), and Luke Vibert is playing a set – jolly and slightly silly electronic music from the sixties, seventies and eighties – sounds like a cross between the Clangers and the theme from Paddington. Brilliant.

Feeling really really depressed this evening – missing you-know-who like…well, I think you know.
Got a card thorugh my door today from Royal Mail telling me that they tried to deliver a parcel. Will go and pick it up from the sorting office tomorrow. I’m not actually expecting a parcel from anyone, but I have a pretty good idea what it is and who it’s from, and just know that it is going to make me really really really sad.
It would actually be good to get through a day without crying.