Category: old blogging

Arf.

Beer last night with Arron, Aris, Dan, Joel and Simone. Tried to catch up with the gossip from the Foot and Mouth Ball, but it seems there wasn’t much, which I find surprising.
I haven’t talked about the Ball much, mainly because I didn’t go – it was held on a farm just outside of Chichester, to raise money for charities supporting communities hit by the foot and mouth crisis. It was organised by Steve and a couple of other guys from down the bar (including Mich), and featured DJs and Paul F’s band. I know they sold more than 350 tickets at £25, and that most of the stuff they needed (venue, bands, beer) was provided free – so hopefully they raised a lot of money. Kudos to the organisers.
Why didn’t I go? Well, I knew I had long days at work on Saturday and Sunday, and as the ball was an all-nighter, going on until 6am, I thought it wise not to go. But on Saturday, I was wondering if I had made the right decision, as just about everyone else was going, including a Certain Someone. But where do you find a dinner jacket at short notice on a Saturday afternoon when you are stuck in a field with lousy mobile phone reception? So I resigned myself to not going, which in view of the fact I was so tired at the end of the day was probably a good thing. But I was left wondering what went on there.
Certain Someone asked me by SMS on Saturday if I would be going – I think she was hoping I would. Wish I had – perhaps then I wouldn’t be left wondering, as I am now.

This morning I have a sore throat and feel decidedly off-colour – no doubt the result of Friday night’s activities combined with spending Saturday stood in the rain.
Maybe as a result of that, coupled with the Silence Of The Telephone, the optimism which has carried me at great height through the weekend is slowly beginning to ebb away. No, I’m not stressing about it, no really, I’m not. Honest.

I just wish she’d call. I hate waiting. I’m crap at waiting.

Another long day at work, followed by another take away, to be followed by a bath and then out for a swift pint to catch up on the gossip from last night’s ball.

I am not stressed about this whole situation at all. No, I’m not. Really.

ok, maybe just a bit.
Ridiculous – there is nothing to stress about. I mean, it’s not as if anything happened really, or any commitments were made. Gah! Refer to mantra below.

Beer and advice tonight from Brenda, Greg, Arron, Simone, Leah, Sal and Joel – everyone else had cleared off to the foot and mouth ball. Txt msgs from v drunk Sarah. Head full, going to bed.

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I must not screw up
I must not screw up
I must not screw up
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There is Chinese food all over my table, cigarette butts and empty glasses. And I have a very big smile on my face.

Next time there is a blogmeet, I’m going to make sure I go so that I can stamp on ideas like this before they get started.

Peter Pan – 47 and single. Can’t imagine why.