Category: old blogging

yesterday was a bad bad day. Today on the other hand is a good one. I’m in a positive frame of mind, forward looking and (moderately) cheerful. Probably to do with the fact that I don’t have a hangover, the sun is shining and I got a nice chirpy e-mail this morning.

Respect is due to my friends for not throwing up their hands, rolling their eyes and walking away. You guys put up with so much, yet you’re always around, making sure I’m ok. Am I worth it? Probably not, but I try.

For a big, 6ft1in, grown man who is only a few weeks away from his 30th birthday, I spend far too much time crying.

Robyn is great and is cheering me up hugely with an IM discussion about pretending to be a tiger, instant coffee, Japanese girls, music teachers, singing sea shanties in the round, and other picture postcards.

today I seem to be plumbing new depths of despair. Wonder if I will *ever* get over all this. guh.

you know you’re getting old when you buy jazz compilation CDs. next thing, I’ll be listening to Radio 2.

new word for today: ignboring – the act of ignoring someone to such a huge extent that they get bored and piss off. I’m an expert.

today is my very very very good friend Sarah’s 30th birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! warm hugs and much much love to you.

what do you get when you mix Meg’s head with vodkajelly and testtubes of evilness. We think that we all know now. At least it explains everything.

Well, the inevitable debate has begun – is International First Person Plural Awareness Day a good laugh or sheer stupidity and wank? We think it is probably the latter, but we’re in the mood for the former, so don’t care. Normal service will be resumed tomorrow (thank god).