Category: old blogging

The long period of hot, sultry, humid, rainless weather has finally broken this morning, with a long, rumbling storm. There is a very fresh smell from the rain – you can almost hear the plants heaving a sigh of relief.

One or two people have reported problems viewing this site – the sidebar seems to disappear for some people. And what do you all have in common? Ah yes, old browser syndrome, especially those using Macs. Go here to get NN6.01 which *should* render this page correctly.

To a barbeque last night in the grounds of the splendid Shopwhyke Hall, hosted by Kearn and featuring Paul F, Ian, Sacha, Arron, Matt, Paul C, Chris and his girly, DA, DAGS, Kev and Andrea. It was a good evening, although I wasn’t in the most cheery of moods, spending most of my evening waiting for the phone to ring – which it didn’t. sigh.

Search Google for mug tree and guess what site turns up at number 7? Sorry, no mug trees for sale here, but if you click on “Grayblog merchandise” in the sidebar, you can buy some lovely mugs to put on your mug tree once you get it!

It’s too hot to do anything other than stress. At the moment I am stressing internally about just about everything you could imagine to stress about. You name it and I am sure I am stressing about it. Of course, the heat means that I am too hot to do anything about any of the things that are causing me stress, which gives me further cause for stress.
In an internal, sedentary kind of way, of course. It’s too hot to stress proactively.

A morning spent in the company of the Man From The Ministry, including a discussion on the potential problems that could be caused by Orthachaeta dissimilis, the merits of various varieties of Hedychium and Callistemon, and the thorny issue of pub licensing regulation in and around Chichester.

I haven’t posted any stupid stories from Ananova for a while. Here’s a few for you:

• Sweet nothings should be whispered into left ear. How useful.
• 60 hour singing marathon fails to win back lover. A mad Romanian. Bless!
• Doctor invents device to give women multiple orgasms. Better than 30 men, apparently. Well, 30 Romanian men.
• Battle to host Dracula Land theme park.

I feel that I should be doing *something*, but I’m not quite sure what. The usual dilemma.

Read here to find out why I take great satisfaction and comfort from living in a beautiful, peaceful city where nothing is more than ten minutes *walk* from my front door.

Advice for today: don’t drink four Aftershocks on a Monday night. Not condusive to a Tuesday morning.
Beer (and Aftershock) tonight with Paul F, Mick, Phil, Paul S and sightings of Steve C and a few others.