Category: very old blogging

‘Crunchmeter’ invented to test cornflakes – ah, the wonder of scientific discovery.

Monster spotted in New York lake – look, America, will you stop nicking our ideas?! Nessie is the only lake-dwelling creature worth chasing after

Scientists believe bum print could be Bigfoot’s – arse!

today is my last day in the office – I’ll not be back until January 8th. expect only sporadic blogging between now and then – over Christmas I’ll either blog from home, or pop in here when visiting the parents. over New Year, we are all going on a week long jaunt to Derbyshire (we being me, AW, Kev, Kearn, DA, Sarah, Sacha and Ian) – Kev has talked about bringing his laptop, so it may be possible to blog from there.

last night, mum and dad went to see Jools Holland play at the Brighton Centre, which they say was excellent. and guess what? Sam Brown was there, singing, bless her. I’m dead jealous now. in all the years I’ve bought Sam Brown’s music and listened to it (since about 1988 I think), I’ve never yet managed to see her play. envy envy envy.
Worse still, my new Sam Brown album and single have not yet arrived. I’ve just fired off a (second) e-mail to mudhut records asking what is going on.

spring is on its way. today is the winter solstice, and the shortest day is certainly being true to form here – I got up this morning to be greeted by unremitting gloom, leaden skies and empty streets. but at least it gets better from here on.

cool art exhibition of the week: open ends at MoMA, New York. how I would love to see this, but I guess I’ll just have to make do with the (most excellent) website. (link poached shamelessly from blue ruin – and, yes, it is definitely art).

all my favourite blogs seem to have a warm christmassy glow about them at the moment – click on the links in the navbar and see for yourself.
have to say that reading them has contributed hugely to lifting blue mood that prevailed earlier. that and going out to buy AW’s chrimbo pressie.
tomorrow’s mission: more pressie buying and the hunt for good quality silver tinsel.

it seems there is whole blog thing going on of describing a typical Christmas day – well, we haven’t really had a typical Christmas for some time, due to varying degrees of living-at-home-ness and flitting-around-after-primadonnaesque-girlfriends, but I predict this year’s will go like this:
– wake up with hangover
– open stocking presents provided by mum (a walnut, choc coins, a satsuma, something silly)
– have breakfast
– call Andrea at her parents. coo pathetically down the phone
– when feeling sufficiently sober, drive to my parents – meet brother and his girlfriend there
– flop about whilst mum cooks dinner (help refused in spite of repeated offers)
– make a fuss of the cat
– warm feet by fire
– open presents – wrapping paper explosion (Dad will fold his neatly, and then get stalled on the first present (a book) and hold up the whole present opening process (we only open one at a time))
– eat VAST meal
– load dishwasher
– flop dozily in sofas by fire, reading new books received
– welcome Andrea when she arrives from her parents
– help Andrea open her presents
– eat more food (leftovers, sweet chocolatey things)
– further flopping, reading and drinking
– crawl to bed around twelve, utterly relaxed.

doesn’t sound so bad, does it?

feeling much more cheerful now, you’ll undoubtedly be pleased to hear.