Category: old blogging

Make your child a walking billboard.
To be honest, what is the difference between this and clothing your child in Gap sweaters or a Coca-Cola t-shirt, for example? Not an awful lot, if you ask me. However, a company would have to be pretty needy of publicity to go down the avenue of naming a child.

oooo ooo – I know the answer! I know the answer!

When I was a child, my brother used to keep a weblog using a PC he built at home using only fish paste, elastic bands and a hamster. Of course, back in those days, there weren’t many other PCs for people to read your blog, especially not hamster-compliant ones.
Thinking about this got me onto the subject of fish paste, and how turbot flavour is my favourite.
What’s your favourite?

ooooo – got a brochure for the Chichester Film Festival – lots of really good stuff, most of which I’ll probably not get to see (best intentions and all that). Several world and British premieres as usual – it’s such a good festival, and we’re damned lucky to have it in Chichester.

sorry, not had much to say the last few days, which is the result of

• being tired
• being uninspired
• spending too much time listening to Groove Salad at Soma FM
• being busy at work

I’m still working on that “what makes girls tick” post, though I get a feeling it could turn into a lifetime’s work, a magnum opus.

Another all new meme from Meg? who knows?

• “that’ll be 45p, please”
• “tickets from Chichester please”
• “why do they always put them at the bottom?”
• “meow”
• “do you want your coffee here, over there or up the top?”
• “morning”
• “can you plug two PCs into that socket?”
• “why don’t you take a copy from that? then I can throw the original away”
• “is there something sweet smelling in here? is it you?”
• “you can’t really take a bath ballistic into the shower, I find”

Hmmm. I guess more people talk to Meg than to me. At least, they have more interesting things to say.

Further proof (if any were needed) that my ongoing policy regarding older women is entirely justified. Although 27 years might be stretching it a bit, I think I could make that sacrifice in this instance.

I’ve just caught up with the rest of humanity and downloaded WinAmp and now sit listening to online radio as I work. And it is truly evil, as I’ve already noted four albums that I want to buy – spend! spend! spend!

I’ve been pondering what makes girls my age “tick”. I’m mentally working towards a long post on the subject, so don’t all rush to comment just yet. But Angie has posted this which has given another angle and some food for thought.

OK – day report:
up early, then ran a few chores and errands before heading round to Ian’s house to go to the races with Ian, Sacha, DAGS, James, Jayne, Dom, Emma, Stein, Simon, Jeremy, Kearn, Paul C and Tam. A disastrous day at the hands of the bookies – two wins and one place did little to offset the losses, but it was good fun nonetheless, and I’ve been flattered by the number of people who said I looked “sharp” in my blazer, smart trews, shirt and new yellow tie.
Then back to Ian’s in DAGS’s sick car before heading to Pizza Express for a very relaxing meal, followed by beers in the Nags and W2 in the company of the aforementioned posse, plus Matt, Clive, DA, Paul F, Arron, Tim W, Joel, Simone and new-person-behind-the-bar-Katy.
Now I’m absolutely exhausted. The last thing I want to do is go to work tomorrow. It doesn’t help that I am less than bouyant, although that is probably drink-induced (and rain aided).

There is another one of those mood-enhancing rains falling on Chichester this evening. Couple that with drinking stupid amounts today and this evening, and my mood becomes *highly* enhanced.