Category: old blogging

tonight, Radio4, 6.30pm, Dead Ringers – compulsory, or Mr Perkins will get you.

I really should be very worried by this picture – take a look at the whole AmIMegOrNot project.

The Post-It 653 – an ickle piece of stationery.

decided last night that having a style sheet for life would be brilliant – if there was anything you didn’t like, fiddle with a bit of code and BAZAM! it’s improved! such a neat idea.

Charles Johnson dies.

truism for today: things look better in the morning. and they do look better today.
that is in no small part due to my splendid friends who leant support either by email, phone, IM or in person. thanks guys. and yeh, I know, keep it in perspective. having thought it through, I think it is true to say that I am more upset at losing someone I’d thought I had found rather than actually losing Sarah. she is lovely, and I’m disappointed, but I can’t say that I felt anything for her as we had only met once.
so, it’s back to looking again. there is someone I’m interested in, but I’m not sure. as usual.

how is it that you can get so down after meeting someone only once?
Sarah called me this evening, and cancelled our date in a permanent kinda fashion. And sensibly too, based on the fact that we are four hours apart. She was lovely – saying how she didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t really see how we would work when we lived so far apart.
So tonight, Matthew, I’ve been feeling pissed off over someone I met only once. I really felt that I was turning a corner. But I’ve been tripped up.
pants.

ok. the truth is out. Meg is a figment of my imagination. And I copied all the photos from a Freemans catalogue. Of course, doing the webcam was the hardest bit – the wig alone….

Once, I nearly ran over Simon Callow on my bicycle

I saw a man selling skulls in Camden market once