Category: old blogging

considering that I am forever ranting on about Chichester for some reason or other, it is pretty shameful that I failed to mention that yesterday was the feast-day of St Richard of Chichester and was only alerted to the fact by Luke. His tomb is no more than 400 yards from my front door in Chichester Cathedral, although I’ve not noted many miracles taking place recently.

Here is a list that I am glad I didn’t make it to. Although I share (most of) Tom’s sentiments regarding Katy, probably because of the Daisy Duke top she wore on Saturday which not only made her look most attractive, but also reminded me of youthful days watching telly.

Meg suffered at the hands of a migraine yesterday. Thankfully, I’ve never been a sufferer, but I did have a broadly similar scary experience a few years ago.
I think I’ve said before that I run a few plant fair type events as a bit of a sideline. I used to get really really really stressed about them (now I just get really stressed). I ran a particularly large one (well, large if you are running it all on your own) at Parham House. It was the first morning of the event, and I had been up since 4.30am, stressing big time. I had done pretty much all the preparation I could do, but I was looking at the sky and worrying about the clouds (rain is the greatest enemy of an outdoor event). I was stood on the main entrance driveway, overseeing the car parking stewards as they set up, and directing exhibitors as they arrived.
As I stood there, worrying where the late arriving exhibitors were, worrying about the weather, worrying if any visitors would turn up AND feeling very very tired, my vision began to blur and darken. I just stopped what I was doing, stood still, and blinked a lot. But the blurring and darkening got worse, and quickly, and was coupled with a very sharp pain down my left side and a tightening of the chest – so tight I could barely breathe.
So I started thinking – “shit, what the hell’s this? can’t be a heart attack – I’m 24 for god’s sake! [at least I was at the time]”. and then…”I can’t afford to be ill, there’s only me to run this thing, if I go it goes wrong, shit shit shit shit.”
I just sat down on the grass where I was and took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes. Thankfully nobody came along at that moment, and, for once, the two-way radio was quiet for a while. After about ten minutes, I got up and carried on with the rest of the day, and the sun shone, everybody was where they should be, and 6000 visitors came through the gate.
But that did scare me. Ever since then, if I feel myself getting stressed, I convinced myself that it is not that important really, and there are more important things, like life, love and family to consider. Some people have asked me in the past how I can have such an “I don’t really care” attitude towards some things that really stress them out – well, the reason is the scare I was given that day.

had to give a lecture this evening in Henfield, to an audience who seemed to be struggling to stay awake – they didn’t laugh at my jokes and I only got one question at the end. Although that may just be because I am a boring speaker – who knows?
Anyway, I over-ran by miles (coupled with a late start) and now I am exhausted and have no time to finish the college homework that is due tomorrow. bugger.
still, the good mood persists.

hmm – today’s discovery…if you clean pieces of office equipment, they tend to work better. You wouldn’t believe the colour of the crap that I’ve just cleaned from the printhead of the thermal transfer printer. But it does now seem to be working.
[this is not the most exciting of blog entries, is it?]

I have a thermal transfer printer here at work. It is a particularly obscure piece of equipment. It is also particularly cantankerous. I hate it.

in other news: I’ve decided to redecorate my bathroom and kitchen. I have most of the materials already, it is just a case of getting on with it! so I’ll be quiet on Sunday, wielding a paintbrush. Any volunteers to help me?

blimey – what a great day yesterday was – it was sunny, warm, I was in a good mood all day, I got loads of work done, including some of my college homework, AND I arranged a second date with Sarah.
yeh, ok, maybe seeing someone who lives five hours away is a bad idea, but I’m willing to give it a go and see how we get on. we had quite a chat last night, and I’m more convinced than ever that she is cool.

in an email conversation with a very good friend today, I have come to the realisation that I need some bedroom action.
of course, I am usually fairly incapable of dealing with BA unless it comes with emotions attached. it’s a terrible affliction. but I deal with it. so the quest continues – to find that elusive combination of head, heart and body satisfaction. any leads?