Author: graybo

all I can say is “ack”. blogging after going to the pub is never a good plan, particularly if you are feeling as melancholy as me.
anyway, went to see “the band” (Could Be Good) play the Fountain, and they were their usual selves, which is nice. Bumped into Kearn and Ian and also extracted a beer from Paul, so a worthwhile night out.
now listening to Mr John Peel before heading to bed for sleep – actually slept very very solidly last night for the first time in four weeks and I feel that I might do the same again tonight – I think my body has just had enough of all this and really can’t cope any more.

source of sexual discourse??? (for the benefit of newbies, ILATGB is a synonym for Grayblogzuki).

ok, I’m starting to get really melancholy now. I’ve been reminded that there are several important birthdays imminent that I will be expected to attend and so will certain other people that it really hurts to see together. I don’t want to miss the birthdays because the people concerned are very important, and I know that the “certain other people” will feel that way too, but at the same time, I’m still coming to terms with what they did to me. It’s really hard to face them, but face them I must when it comes to these birthdays, and face them without spoiling things for the birthday person.
Inner strength. hmm.

It comes to something when you feel that you need body armour to tackle a journey to work. like Meg probably feels at the moment. And it’s not an exclusively London-in-a-tube-strike type thing either. I read this story the other day – I mean, the guy was doing his job, and for that he got stabbed with a Stanley knife. He was on the train that passes me as I wait at Barnham station for my train home. I’ve seen it happen before, and even been caught up in it once or twice (although it’s always been verbal abuse when I’ve seen it). Scary to think that people reckon they can get out of paying for a train ticket by stabbing the guard.

Atomz (who provide the natty little search feature in the navbar of this site) record for me what people search for. Most of it is fairly innocuous, but last week someone did a search for the word “twatface”. This is not a word I generally use. I may refer to certain people as “a complete twat” or even “twonk”, but “twatface” isn’t something I’d say.
At least if they search again they will get a result now.

Darn. Didn’t win an Anti-Bloggie. Also, apparently, all the votes for me were cast by one person, although she denies this. hmmmm.

whilst staying at Gemma’s, I had a very bizarre dream….it went something like this:
I was in the metalwork workshop at my old secondary school. I wasn’t actually there – no corporeal presence – but I could see and hear everything. It had been converted into a science lab. It was a beautiful day – I could see the perfect blue sky through the skylight. The room was populated by a tutor and several students. I became aware of a helicopter in the sky. The thing that struck me most about the helicopter was that it was white – pure, perfect, pristine, brilliant, unblemished white.
The helicopter flew down, and was attempting to land on the roof of the building. But it wasn’t going well, and one of the skids smashed through the skylight, sending glass everywhere. Everyone just stood transfixed – no screaming, no panic. The helicopter toppled over the edge of the roof, the rotor still turning, burning aviation fuel pouring everywhere, billowing black smoke, grey steam and bright orange flame. And yet the helicopter remained perfectly, beautifully, utterly, brilliantly…white and I was transfixed.

Now what the heck does that all mean? Interpretations welcome.

ok, weekend report:
Friday
went out (with some apprehension which was, ultimately, not justified) to the bar and then on to the Nag’s to see Paul F and the band play. Bumped into Jo and there was also the usual crowd there, which was nice. All, as usual, did their level best to keep me cheerful, and overall were pretty successful.
Saturday
stirred really quite early and caught train to London. met up with my cousin Gemma at Victoria and went for coffee in Covent Garden, a mooch around the National Gallery, lunch in Soho, shopping on Regents Street, drinks in Soho, dinner in Blackheath (where Gemma lives), drinks in Blackheath and then crashed at hers. I say “crashed”, as we started drinking at 4ish and by the time we got there we were pretty trollied.
Sunday
stirred quite late (although it was still morning, so I guess that isn’t bad following our exploits the previous day) and zombied our way into town. Went to the British Museum and zombied our way through some of the rooms after having lunch in the new Great Court (which is very impressive). Then we zombied into the restaurant and zombied some tea, followed by zombie-ing round a few more rooms. Got to around 5pm and gave up, both feeling utterly knackered and also worried about getting home easily with impending tube strike.
Thanks Gemma – great weekend. Cheered me up quite a bit, although there was a moment or two when I really wished that a certain someone was there too, even if that certain someone would have *hated* the “old stuff”. The worst moment was at Victoria, waiting for my train back home – god, Victoria can be *so* depressing.
Anyway, got back home and then headed down to W2 for a private party to which I had been sort-of invited. It was good – a few friends, a few beers (livvvveeeerrr!) and a spot of relaxation before crashing into bed around 12.

what a weekend! I think I have undone a month’s worth of dieting in just 72 hours. blurph.
there will be a full update here soon, but I’m a bit busy today. just as well, as being busy stops me thinking, and I’m not especially positive today.

re-design news: I know you are all awaiting the new-look Grayblog/Grayblogzuki with baited breath. Well, I can now report that I have decided on a design style – all I have to do is implement it. This process is likely to take longer than I’d hoped as I’ve got quite a bit on my plate at work, but do watch this space. For those that hadn’t realised, you are currently looking at a stop-gap design which will kick around until the new one appears – yes I know it is only a minor variation on the old Grayblog, but I’m short of time and enthusiasm and energy at the moment – and not just because of work (I think you know that).