Category: old blogging

“I swear the whole internet is like a creepy group therapy session for every fucked up thing imaginable.” Yup. Blogging especially.

I seem to be clicking much more than usual today. By “clicking”, I mean that my knees and ankles make a clicking noise as I walk. They’ve done it for years (since my teens at least) and they do it more on some days than others. An ex-girlfriend advised me to take cod liver oil as a supplement to help suppress this, but I can’t say that my daily dose has made a whole heap of difference.
So why click more today? I took my CLO pill this morning as usual. Maybe not getting that much sleep, and getting what I did in an unusual environment, has had an impact.
Any readers know anything about clicking joints? What should I do to alleviate it? And why does it always happen more in quiet corridors?

In other news, this man has a doppelganger. As I was driving through Chichester this morning, I passed a man who looked just like him. However, when challenged, Mr Jordan denied being in the city at 8.30am today. I must say that this character did not seem to be accosting passers-by with tales of his genitalia, which should have been a giveaway really.
However, Nick has threatened to come down here unannounced and walk around the city just to freak me out. In fact, it has even been suggested that he might just hang around near the homes of random ukbloggers, purely for the purpose of freaking them out. Evil walking around – a new blood sport? It could catch on.

today, you can colour me a particularly green-and-olive shade of fatigued. I’m really struggling to stay awake and keep focused on anything. My mind is wandering all over the place, and one or two things are filling my thoughts rather more than I would like. It isn’t an entirely positive situation, but I do have a good evening to look forward to (I hope!).

Condolences to the Morgan family.
When I was born, I had a full set of grandparents. My maternal grandfather died within two weeks of my birth. I am told he was an amazing character, one of the nicest people you could wish to meet with a fantastic sense of humour. In a way, I’m glad he was alive to see the day his youngest grandchild was born.
My paternal grandparents both died before I was ten years old, so my memories of them are vague at best. My maternal grandmother lived until I was in my late teens, reaching the mighty age of 93 – and therein lies a source of regret. Like just about every other teenager on the planet, I was too obsessed with youth and my own perceived troubles to spend much time with my grandmother. She lived through two world wars, survived being bombed-out of her home, raised six children only to see one die in her teens, witnessed social and technological change that would stagger the imagination and went through life with a cheerful, positive and friendly demeanour.
If only I had spent more time with her, perhaps I might have learned a few things that would be useful to me today.

Political comment for today: let me see if I have got this right – the government is going to give employees the right to ask for something, and preserve the employer’s right to say “no”. So, um, what is the point of this, exactly? Who, other than the bureaucrats, actually gains from this gem of New Labour thinking?

In the holiday choice stakes, Verona and Venice are nudging a gentle lead from Oporto (which is my preferred destination), with Seville trailing badly (too hot at this time of year, apparently). Nobody has anything to say about Naples. I plan to book this over the weekend, so you still have a little time to get comments in.
Oh, and I am *not* going to Ibiza.

hmmm. I’ve not been following Big Brother at all (I don’t have a TV, and frankly, this sort of thing bores me witless) – but, I am fairly convinced that Narinder is someone I had a lengthy e-mail friendship with a few years ago, although we have lost touch now. Does anyone have any info on her? The woman I knew lived in Nottingham.

A worthy cause it seems to me. If you have a website, I think you need to read this and adopt it. I have enough problems attracting readers without Microsoft nabbing the few I get. Via Nico.

Beer tonight with Paul S, Sal, Paul F, Ginny, Leah, Kristian, Trev and some very drunk people. Nice.