Category: old blogging

even Wallpaper* gets in on the act of taking the piss out of George “Dubya” – take a look at the “view from” cartoon inside the back cover of the new issue…it depicts moving-in day at the White House, with chaos everywhere and huge Wal-Mart delivery trucks everywhere, peopled by guys in leathers, stetsons and bad moustaches. Made me smile.

I was wondering if maybe I should try and set up a subset of the ukbloggers community for nocturnal bloggers – those insomniacs amongst the group, who, like me, occasionally feel the urge to bare their soul to the world at 1am. anyone interested?

on a brighter note, I’m listening to Radio One‘s Global Transmission programme (Thursdays 12midnight to 2am), and Luke Vibert is playing a set – jolly and slightly silly electronic music from the sixties, seventies and eighties – sounds like a cross between the Clangers and the theme from Paddington. Brilliant.

Feeling really really depressed this evening – missing you-know-who like…well, I think you know.
Got a card thorugh my door today from Royal Mail telling me that they tried to deliver a parcel. Will go and pick it up from the sorting office tomorrow. I’m not actually expecting a parcel from anyone, but I have a pretty good idea what it is and who it’s from, and just know that it is going to make me really really really sad.
It would actually be good to get through a day without crying.

I’ve been offered a job – kinda. I have more questions than answers at the moment though.

went to the bar last night – not many people out that I knew, although the place was busy with couples going into the restaurant for meals. Had a chat with Paul S and Claudie, but that was about it.
Have been mulling over Saturday’s events and am increasingly convinced I swore at the wrong person.
Probably out again tonight – I just need the company.

forgot to put in yesterday’s TPL update (strangely, my mind was elsewhere): 18 points (lousy) taking my total to 664.

well, the good news is that I’ve not lost that other important friend – she’s fairly pissed off with me, but she’s not going to desert me forever, which is a relief. I think she knows that I’m sorry – guh, I’m useless.
on a plus point, a kind soul has sent me virtual bouquet for Valentine’s Day, so that’s cheered me a bit.
and the sun is shining.
and I’ve had a bar of chocolate.
ok – life could be better, but equally it could be a hell of a lot worse too.
now – let’s get on with the rest of the day…

just over a month ago, the “about the cast” section on the “about Graybo” page had extended details on the four most important people in my life. I’ve already lost the two most important. Today I think I’ve lost another, and this time it’s my own fault.
Last night I went to the bar to be quizzed by a friend about Saturday night’s events – he meant well, but I really didn’t want to talk about it. I then went home to bed and had a restless night punctuated by a long and vivid dream involving a certain someone. This morning, my post consisted of one lousy piece of crap from the district council. Then I get to work to find that I’ve totally offended one of my most important friends and the last word of communication from that person was “Bye”.
How the hell can things possibly get worse? No, don’t answer that. I have a pretty shrewd idea.

ok, the whole Atomz search thing is getting out of hand.
now, whatever is wrong with e-mail as a means of communication?
but, in answer to some of the questions posed:
– I use Blogger rather than Greymatter because I was a cheapskate and didn’t bother with cgi when buying hosting from Easyspace, but I’m seriously considering upgrading and changing.
– thinning hair would possibly be alleviated by wearing a twat….I’ll consider it further.
– I am *trying* to deal with it, but it isn’t easy, ok?
– if they were amusing, I may consider publishing them every week. but they would have to improve considerably.
– irony, infamy, paranoia – probably a combination of all three.
– I don’t really care if you identify yourself or not, but I think it is probably pretty pathetic if you don’t. I have a shrewd suspicion anyway.

right, like I said. joke over, back to the e-mail please.