Category: old blogging

I knew there was something else that had put me in a good mood – on Friday, Arron said that he thought I had lost weight. I thought he was talking bollocks (we were in the bar, and bollocks is usually spoken in that place). Anyway, last night I stepped onto the scales, and somehow, during the last fortnight, six pounds have gone missing. Now how the hell did that happen?

– this man has too much time on his hands.

compare and contrast:
a family friend recently died. He was cremated. His wife and brother recently collected the ashes – in a plastic bag inside a tupperware type container. They then went and scattered them in a local church, at the beach, and, upon finding some leftover in the bag (“a whole handful” according to his widow), under the rose bushes.
a family friend’s pet dog died recently. He was cremated. The ashes were recently delivered to our friend’s home – in a smart wooden casket complete with brass nameplate. He will find a resting place in the garden he played in for most of his life.

Just received an invitation to a seminar: “Skate parks – the hottest thing in urban teen provision”. Presumably the dress code includes wearing a baseball cap backwards.

Blogger is being bizarre in the time department. I’ve just posted one hour in the future. Is Ev a timelord?

how long can you stay at this website without needing the loo?

the more I think about last Thursday’s date with Sarah, the more I think that it went astonishly well. In fact, I think it may have been the best date I have ever been on. In fact, I am beginning to think that the only reason I didn’t feel really happy about it straight away was because I had decided before I got there that I wouldn’t feel happy about it. Damn.
Which merely goes to prove that the more you feel that something isn’t going to be that great, the better it will be. And, it seems, the reverse is also true (big hugs to Meg).
Staying with the subject of dates, one or two of my regular readers know that I had a date scheduled for last night. Well, it didn’t happen, as the lady concerned (lady? how do I know if she’s a lady if I haven’t met her?) was delayed travelling home from her parents, so we have rescheduled for next Sunday. However, she did call me, and has quite possibly the sexiest voice of any woman I have ever spoken to! Further bulletins as events warrant.

the sun is out, it is warm, and I am in a blindingly good mood. look out world!

the photos from last night. Official: Nick is worse with a camera than Meg knows how to be, from a subject’s point of view. bastard!

yesterday’s blogmeet in summary:
attendees included Brooke, Katy, Kylie, Catherine, Tom, Tom Ewing, Steve, Nick, Cal, Luke, Daveo, Rodney, Paul, Vaughan, Dan and Mo.
conversations included gatecrashing other people’s weddings (Cal), the explosive properties of olive pits (Mo), diagonal knitting (Brooke), breasts (Tom, perhaps surprisingly), how the parents of students can bribe them to visit home frequently by installing ADSL (Katy), digital photography (Nick “It Has To Be Done” Jordan) and being a blogging landlord (Vaughan).
most amusing moment for me: discovering that everyone (well, Cal and Tom at least) thought that this blog was a spoof and that the picture had been clipped from a Next catalogue! um..thanks guys! no, it’s all real!
there was also much talk on the subject of the location of the ukbloggers and what to do with the information I gathered in the survey. no real conclusions were drawn however.
I seemed to be the only one tackling the beer with any great gusto, and no vodkajellies appeared before I departed, which was a shame!
headed back a bit early as I didn’t want to get caught for another huge taxi fare, plus had a vague idea of making it back to the bar in time for last orders – but due to delays and diversions on the trains, I didn’t make it. guh.