Category: old blogging

my bestest online pal is, officially, ickle.

Davo becomes a blog of note at Blogger. We, of course, have known that for ages.

A long long long weekend. I’m still a bit strung out, and very very tired. Brief beer tonight with Aris (who is getting older), Paul F and Joel. A hug would be good now. Much kudos to my fabulous friends.

Silent Film – Animals That Swim.
At the moment, I feel that I am watching life from a great height. It’s possibly silent too.

not for viewing near the boss

I am very strung out. Today has been a very strange, hard, difficult and emotional day:

• firstly, my experience with the window (see below) – they say that your home is a castle. Well, today the defences were breached. I feel that my home has been sullied in some way.
• secondly, having to give apologies for not attending an informal memorial for a guy I knew only a little, who died in unusual circumstances at the beginning of the year
• thirdly, some news for people who remember the old Grayblog, which you will now find linked in the navbar (it seemed appropriate to do so). Today, Kev and Andrea announced their engagement. Sarah called me to tell me. I was a little taken aback, and decided that I needed to think on things for an hour or two at least. As is usual for me, if I need to think, I retreat to the bath – it is a distraction-free zone – and that is where I spent an hour this evening, deciding how I feel, what to do, and so on.
  For those that do not know, Kev was my closest friend for nearly twenty years. Andrea was my lover for nearly a year. I found dealing with the fact that we broke up and they then started seeing each other very hard to handle, the most difficult thing I have ever had to handle.
  Tonight, I took one of the more difficult decisions I have ever had to take. Whilst it is not a case of forgive and forget, because I don’t think I can do that, it is a case of moving on.
  So, having taken my very long bath, I got dressed and headed down to the bar, where Sarah had told me they would be. I had a lot of thoughts racing through my head – I was physically shaking, and was far from convinced that I could hold myself together once there. But I had decided to go there and congratulate them, and give them my best wishes, and that is what I did, with the aid of a bottle of champagne. Tears flowed liberally in all quarters.
  I am still very hurt by what happened, I still feel betrayed, and I still miss what went before. But, at the end of the day, Kev and Andrea are starting out on a big new part of their lives, and I don’t think it is right that I should be begrudging of that. Please don’t expect me to be positively ecstatic about the situation, but times have moved on, and so have the people involved.
  As I said above – this is not forgive and forget. This is moving on.

So I’m fraught tonight. And tired. And more than a little lonely. Tonight, more than any other for a long time, I would give anything to have a warm pair of arms around me.
But warm words and sentiments from friends mean so much. So thanks to Kearn, DA, Stein, Paul F, Michelle, my brother Tim, Jane P, Marcia, Matt, Nick and, of course, to Sarah, the very best friend anyone could wish for.
The next few days, with emotional stress, work stress, exam stress and flat stress are likely to be hard.

Blissful slumber was rudely interrupted at 4.20am last night by the sound of smashing glass and laughter. Some bright spark had decided that it would be hilariously funny to smash my bedroom window, presumably with the aid of a beer bottle judging by the shape of the hole. If it hadn’t been for my secondary glazing, I would have been showered in tiny shards of glass as I lay in bed.
I usually sleep naked, so with only a sheet to cover myself, I decided that leaping out of bed and giving chase through the streets of Chichester was probably not wise. However, needless to say, I was seriously pissed off about the whole episode, particularly as I was in the middle of a rather pleasant dream (the details of which I will not go into here). I got up and checked that none of the other windows had been damaged (they hadn’t), put on some clothes and had a quick look around outside (it being quite light by this time) – no sign of anyone, or anything that could be used to break a window.
So I went back to bed, feeling incredibly tired. It probably will not surprise you to learn that I didn’t sleep much after that.
When the time came to get up, I swept and hoovered up all the glass shards (it was like dust – the pane had completely disintegrated), had breakfast, and left for work (my windows are due for replacement, and can’t actually be opened, so I wasn’t too worried about security). When I got to work (a show at Stansted House), I put a call in to Mum and Dad to tell them what had happened, and Dad went over and fixed the window – fantastic! So I picked up a bottle of white Rioja for him on the way home as a token of thanks. Dads are great (well, mine is anyway!).

Beer last night with Paul F (who had won an inordinate amount of cash on the gee-gees at Goodwood), Kearn, DA, DAGS and Sacha. Also noted: Cat, Michelle, Steve and Joel.

Inevitable political comment post follows (feel free to go make a cup of tea if this doesn’t interest you):

• Election result: no surprise
• Turnout: even less of a surprise, and probably speaks more than the result itself
• Conservative party leadership: not surprising either. Though, it has to be said, if there was a Portillo-Clarke pact (as has been mooted by some journalists already) that could effectively hold the two sides of the party together in the same way that the Blair-Prescott pact has so far, then the party might have a future. It would need a serious dose of rebranding though – “New Conservative”? or has that been done before? And if that doesn’t work, then Charles Kennedy might be right, and the LibDems will become the true party of opposition.
• Widdecombe: please, someone save us from the woman.

I am concerned the orgasms are now classed as ickle. Or maybe I’m just bragging. Either way, they are a rare event round here lately, so that makes them a big deal.