Category: old blogging

Too much beer last night with Bren, Greg, Kristian (such singing!), Hamish, Ruth, Kearn, Clive and other picture postcards.

You know you’re getting old when you find old photographs and think "We had so much more hair back then".

I have a box full of old Q magazines dating from the early 90s. I was thinking of selling them, but they seem to fetch next to nothing on eBay, so it hardly seems worth it. If anybody wants them, you have about three hours to say so before I take them to the tip – free to anyone who can collect them or will pay for delivery.

Well, I was going to start painting the skirting in the hall, but got to thinking that I could deal with the hall and the hall cupboard at the same time. My hall cupboard is the last great neglected corner of this flat – all I’ve done with it since I moved in is to fill it with stuff that I didn’t want to deal with properly at the time. Consequently, it is full of old papers, boxes of ancient clothes, empty cartons that things like my coffee machine came in and my spare duvet (Evil Duvet II). Most of the papers are no longer important, and so are heading to the bin. The vast majority of the clothes are either unwearable (tip), no longer fit me (charity shop) or are waaaay out of fashion (charity shop too). However, I’ve stumbled across a few shirts that are certainly good enough to be worn around the nursery, which is a good thing, as I was looking at having to buy two or three cheap shirts for that purpose.
I’m about half way through the task. So far I’ve dealt with a ton of loose items and six storage boxes. The things I’ve saved so far will fit back into just one of those boxes. The rest is in a pile of bin bags blocking the hall – I think I need to go to the nursery and fetch the car so I can take this lot to the tip.

Well, in the absence of a girlfriend handy or anyone else to do anything more interesting with, I’ll be spending a fair chunk of this weekend working on some decorating in the flat, having a major tidy-up (including a long-overdue blitz of the hall cupboard) and doing some work for PFE. Hold onto your hats, kids, it’s going to be an exciting ride!
My mind is elsewhere. About 270 miles away to be precise.

Beer with Paul C (happy birthday!), Clive, Kearn, John, Ruth, Hamish and assorted others. A good night, with many jokes too rude to repeat here.

It’s been a long day, and I’m pooped. And no train to get home due to the annoying strike, so I have to hang around here for a while until I can get a lift back to Chichester.

Charlie has pointed me to this, and asked "would you vote for her?" Well, I think she deserves some recognition for being seen in public with a pair of specs like that!

Cool game.

On a night when it would be really good to go home, grab a beer from the fridge and head for Priory Park, I’ve agreed to work late. Guh. But it is work towards sorting out my new office, on which far too little progress is being made at the moment.