| Last Summer | Lost Prophets |
| Seaside | Ordinary Boys |
| Pioneers | Bloc Party |
| Crosses | Jose Gonzalez |
| Miss You | Blink 182 |
| Heartbeats | Jose Gonzalez |
| Naive | The Kooks |
| Two More Years | Bloc Party |
| Hung Up (Tracy Young's Get Up And Dance Groove Edit) | Madonna |
| Good Time | A |
| Bongo Bong | Manu Chao |
| Toxic Girl | Kings of Convenience |
| Genie in a Bottle | Christina Aguilera |
| Inside of Love | Nada Surf |
| Hey Don't Falter | Mint Royale feat. Lauren Laverne |
| Pounding | Doves |
| On and On | Longpigs |
| Where Is the Love | Black Eyed Peas feat. Justin Timberlake |
| The New Radicals | You Get What You Give |
Friday 31 March 2006
R�d Tryp: The Album
Just to post what helped keep me sane on the way to Wales. What I'm really enjoying is that three of the tracks were bought through iTunes, and two of those were purpose-bought for the trip. Yay!
Blast from the not-so-distant past
Four weeks ago (almost), my face looked like this. It hurt.
This was due to the erroneous piggy-back offering I did with no sense of balance or appreciation of LS's rather considerable mass. He'd punch me if I didn't point out that he has a very low body fat percentage, so he's not fat. That's that legal requirement taken care of.
Anyway, just wanted to prove that I'd been injured. The second near-concussion incident to be documented soon. That was only one week ago... brilliant.
Wednesday 29 March 2006
Slight Return
Got back from Wales lastnight about 20:20 — that's time, not vision — that's getting checked out along with signs of concussion this afternoon. i'm done with worrying and gettings side-tracked and placated in an off-hand fashion. Need to know if anything's up.
I'll post more on the trip later, in Slight Return: the return.
I'll post more on the trip later, in Slight Return: the return.
Sunday 26 March 2006
R�d Tryp
Well, today is Mother's Day, and I'm about to make the 250-mile trip to Pemrbokeshire to see Mum & Dad, who are spending the week there in a holiday flat.
It's a bit of a trek, but yesterday I hand-washed, then jet-washed the plan B. Ashamedly, for the first time in the 11 months that I've had it.
Ahem.
Anyway, made myself a CD specially for the trip lastnight, after a power nap, and hoping it'll play on the Plan B's stereo. Blaming iTunes if it doesn't.
Hoping to make it down there about 8 pm. Lucie recommends Leigh de la Mere Services, so going to stop there and a couple of other services on the way over. Then a few different ones on the way back up. This is a very weird and dad-like curiosity I seem to be developing, but feck it.
Wish me luck!
It's a bit of a trek, but yesterday I hand-washed, then jet-washed the plan B. Ashamedly, for the first time in the 11 months that I've had it.
Ahem.
Anyway, made myself a CD specially for the trip lastnight, after a power nap, and hoping it'll play on the Plan B's stereo. Blaming iTunes if it doesn't.
Hoping to make it down there about 8 pm. Lucie recommends Leigh de la Mere Services, so going to stop there and a couple of other services on the way over. Then a few different ones on the way back up. This is a very weird and dad-like curiosity I seem to be developing, but feck it.
Wish me luck!
Friday 24 March 2006
Jagwatch 3 & 4
Jagwatch's Thursday & Friday reports
(Synopsis: successful, and good-kind of interesting (respectively))
Thursday report
uneventful.
So uneventful, in fact, and surrounded by other goings on, that I can't find my report notes, so I'll just sum it up as a success.
Friday report
2:35 JDT (still presuming this is PM to the Jag)
(This is the interesting bit. )
Turned key in the ignition. Noticed the central locking noise for the first time. Raised eyebrow. Wondered a little. Turned it again as I'd seemed to lock it rather than open it. Entered XJS with less grace than hoped for. Blaming the blue Focus parked at a wonky angle on the right.
2:36 JDT
Turned ignition. Yadda yadda yadda...
2:38 JDT
Rued lack of reading material.
2:39 JDT
Contemplated wisdom of agreeing on a Friday evening chat with Len. Quickly arrived at the obvious conclusion.
2:40 JDT
Tried to ring a mate as I was bored. No answer. Frowned.
2:41 JDT
Rang my folks to see if they'd arrived in their holiday flat in Wales. After much ringing, then much rustling after pressing "answer", finally got speaking to parents. Had been a nasty sailing. Although largely an upright one. This is irrelevant.
2:45 JDT
Turned off XJS engine.
2:48 JDT
Hung up on pre-occupied parents.
2:49 JDT
Un-entered XJS. Again noticed central locking noise. This made me happy.
(Synopsis: successful, and good-kind of interesting (respectively))
Thursday report
uneventful.
So uneventful, in fact, and surrounded by other goings on, that I can't find my report notes, so I'll just sum it up as a success.
Friday report
2:35 JDT (still presuming this is PM to the Jag)
(This is the interesting bit. )
Turned key in the ignition. Noticed the central locking noise for the first time. Raised eyebrow. Wondered a little. Turned it again as I'd seemed to lock it rather than open it. Entered XJS with less grace than hoped for. Blaming the blue Focus parked at a wonky angle on the right.
2:36 JDT
Turned ignition. Yadda yadda yadda...
2:38 JDT
Rued lack of reading material.
2:39 JDT
Contemplated wisdom of agreeing on a Friday evening chat with Len. Quickly arrived at the obvious conclusion.
2:40 JDT
Tried to ring a mate as I was bored. No answer. Frowned.
2:41 JDT
Rang my folks to see if they'd arrived in their holiday flat in Wales. After much ringing, then much rustling after pressing "answer", finally got speaking to parents. Had been a nasty sailing. Although largely an upright one. This is irrelevant.
2:45 JDT
Turned off XJS engine.
2:48 JDT
Hung up on pre-occupied parents.
2:49 JDT
Un-entered XJS. Again noticed central locking noise. This made me happy.
Re: re-tax
When the DVLA say "bo-selecta"
Got the Plan B re-taxed this morning. Slightly wangled a good thing, in that it'll now run out at the end of August. Which should tie in with the move to the Old Ah-So.
We'll see...
Anyway, this was all after getting til the Spectrum at 7:15 to discover there was no swimming for another 15 minutes.
And so it was that impatient wrong decisions raised their head twice this morning.
The first was to go to the gym, as I didn't fancy waiting around for 15 minutes. I should've. It was knackering doing that stuff first thing in the morning, and on a completely empty stomach. Swimming, I don't mind. Gym? Insane. Never again.
Anyway, I abbreviated the routine so I could a) get to the sauna, and b) get out of there at a reasonable time. By the time I was dressed again, it was ten to nine. This old guy on the other side of the locker was moaning, so I asked if he was okay. Cold sweats, he said. I asked if he wanted to call someone; he said I could. I called someone. The only bloke there was one of the newbies. Quite cute, but a bit clueless. Anyway, by the time he'd accompanied me back to the gents' changing, one of the man's friends had joined him, and was talking to him. I finished getting changed, but with a watchful eye on proceedings. His friend said he'd take him home. I offered to drive him over to Royal Surrey, but his friends was keen to get him back home, it seemed.
I do wonder about stuff like this. I trod a thin line between being concerned and being privacy-invasive last time, and I was wary of doing this again. But I hate not knowing that someone's going to be okay.
Anyway, after all this, I got into the Plan B and resolved to go via Cranleigh, as the PO would be open now. Bad idea. I should have gone via work. I spent 23 minutes travelling less than a mile into town. One set of roadworks near a crucial junction, and that fucked everything up! But I was still determined not to get angry.
If only because it'd use up the remaining energy I had — I was already yawning!
As usual, on the eve of re-taxing my car, I flew around the whole house trying to find my documents. Only to find them "somewhere safe" as J would say. Was midnight (not 10:30pm) by the time I got to bed, so 6 hours sleep didn't quite cut the mustard. Anyway, that mad dash was nerve-wracking and drained the last of my energy for the night. BUT, I still win on the old schedule thing, 'cos I've got up early for the last four days.
Even if I can't actually function today.
Which is a shame, as Len's just been in to see me about EIS. It begins...
Still, going to try and get away from here about 5:00.
Good luck everybody!
Got the Plan B re-taxed this morning. Slightly wangled a good thing, in that it'll now run out at the end of August. Which should tie in with the move to the Old Ah-So.
We'll see...
Anyway, this was all after getting til the Spectrum at 7:15 to discover there was no swimming for another 15 minutes.
And so it was that impatient wrong decisions raised their head twice this morning.
The first was to go to the gym, as I didn't fancy waiting around for 15 minutes. I should've. It was knackering doing that stuff first thing in the morning, and on a completely empty stomach. Swimming, I don't mind. Gym? Insane. Never again.
Anyway, I abbreviated the routine so I could a) get to the sauna, and b) get out of there at a reasonable time. By the time I was dressed again, it was ten to nine. This old guy on the other side of the locker was moaning, so I asked if he was okay. Cold sweats, he said. I asked if he wanted to call someone; he said I could. I called someone. The only bloke there was one of the newbies. Quite cute, but a bit clueless. Anyway, by the time he'd accompanied me back to the gents' changing, one of the man's friends had joined him, and was talking to him. I finished getting changed, but with a watchful eye on proceedings. His friend said he'd take him home. I offered to drive him over to Royal Surrey, but his friends was keen to get him back home, it seemed.
I do wonder about stuff like this. I trod a thin line between being concerned and being privacy-invasive last time, and I was wary of doing this again. But I hate not knowing that someone's going to be okay.
Anyway, after all this, I got into the Plan B and resolved to go via Cranleigh, as the PO would be open now. Bad idea. I should have gone via work. I spent 23 minutes travelling less than a mile into town. One set of roadworks near a crucial junction, and that fucked everything up! But I was still determined not to get angry.
If only because it'd use up the remaining energy I had — I was already yawning!
As usual, on the eve of re-taxing my car, I flew around the whole house trying to find my documents. Only to find them "somewhere safe" as J would say. Was midnight (not 10:30pm) by the time I got to bed, so 6 hours sleep didn't quite cut the mustard. Anyway, that mad dash was nerve-wracking and drained the last of my energy for the night. BUT, I still win on the old schedule thing, 'cos I've got up early for the last four days.
Even if I can't actually function today.
Which is a shame, as Len's just been in to see me about EIS. It begins...
Still, going to try and get away from here about 5:00.
Good luck everybody!
Thursday 23 March 2006
V for Victory Delusions
I've probably pushed myself a bit too far these last few days. Gym on Tuesday night and lastnight, and swimming yesterday morning and this morning.
Can't help thinking I might break something, but you know me — obsessive in fits and starts. If I drop out of it now, I'll find the momentum hard to pick up again.
Having said that, I'm thinking of giving myself tonight off to go and see V for Vendetta. It's one of those films I really want to see in das Kino, and particularly not with the Aussie giving me his opinion of what's going to happen next rather than just watching and finding out. That would cause me to kill him, and I don't want to do that, as I rather like the guy...
And also, I don't want to wait too much longer before loads of people see it and tell me what happens. That would suck...
Oh yeah, and I've decided I want to be in good shape (internally and externally) for the Isle of Wight this year.
Better start going to the gym NINE times a day!!!
*arms fall off*
Can't help thinking I might break something, but you know me — obsessive in fits and starts. If I drop out of it now, I'll find the momentum hard to pick up again.
Having said that, I'm thinking of giving myself tonight off to go and see V for Vendetta. It's one of those films I really want to see in das Kino, and particularly not with the Aussie giving me his opinion of what's going to happen next rather than just watching and finding out. That would cause me to kill him, and I don't want to do that, as I rather like the guy...
And also, I don't want to wait too much longer before loads of people see it and tell me what happens. That would suck...
Oh yeah, and I've decided I want to be in good shape (internally and externally) for the Isle of Wight this year.
Better start going to the gym NINE times a day!!!
*arms fall off*
Wednesday 22 March 2006
Jagwatch 2
Jagwatch's Wednesday report
(Synopsis: successful)
1:08 JDT (Jaguar Dashboard Time; presumably PM?)
entered XJS after a slight balancing challenge with a cuppa, a pen and way too much paper. Tea spillage was completely avoided
*hides mop-up rag*
Turned ignition.
Managed to keep foot on accelerator in a steady, comfortable position. And not drive into wall.
1:09 JDT
Played for a few seconds with the "move seat back'n'forth" switches. Giggled at thought of Whirrock-san trying to get into seat calibrated to my leg length.
1:10 JDT
Read an e-mail from those RAL types and another from Len, the latter of which confused me. Thought, "that probably doesn't bode well for the mission..."
1:14 JDT
Noticed a slight fluctuation of about 50-70 RPM around the 1200 RPM mark, despite an (assumed) steady foot pressure. Assumption was based on me wedging my foot into the corner of the footwell with all (well, actually only a little) of my might.
1:18 JDT
Disignited engine. Unmounted car. Keyified lock. Walkified back inside.
(Synopsis: successful)
1:08 JDT (Jaguar Dashboard Time; presumably PM?)
entered XJS after a slight balancing challenge with a cuppa, a pen and way too much paper. Tea spillage was completely avoided
*hides mop-up rag*
Turned ignition.
Managed to keep foot on accelerator in a steady, comfortable position. And not drive into wall.
1:09 JDT
Played for a few seconds with the "move seat back'n'forth" switches. Giggled at thought of Whirrock-san trying to get into seat calibrated to my leg length.
1:10 JDT
Read an e-mail from those RAL types and another from Len, the latter of which confused me. Thought, "that probably doesn't bode well for the mission..."
1:14 JDT
Noticed a slight fluctuation of about 50-70 RPM around the 1200 RPM mark, despite an (assumed) steady foot pressure. Assumption was based on me wedging my foot into the corner of the footwell with all (well, actually only a little) of my might.
1:18 JDT
Disignited engine. Unmounted car. Keyified lock. Walkified back inside.
--
dave
Reminiscence
It can also be of negative thoughts. Which is why this post from Desolation Row made me chuckle.
http://desolaterow.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-other-place.html
Why's that? It's because he's entirely right (although I wasn't a regular at Vincent's and can't comment on the crossword).
Tee hee
(P.S. Just about to go off and do Jagwatch now. Teatime!)
http://desolaterow.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-other-place.html
Why's that? It's because he's entirely right (although I wasn't a regular at Vincent's and can't comment on the crossword).
Tee hee
(P.S. Just about to go off and do Jagwatch now. Teatime!)
Ow...
Okay, my left shoulder now hurts.
This is probably the result of me being too ambitious in my fitness efforts. Namely, gym lastnight (reduced/more cardiovascular workout, as I wanted to get home at a decent hour, i.e., for the OC on E4+1) plus swim this morning at 7:10. 20 lengths in just over 20 minutes, so I'm pretty happy with that.
However, my left shoulder now hurts.
Seeing the folks for a couple of days from this Sunday, as they're in Pembs from Friday to Friday. It's basically going to take the place of an Easter visit, as I was potentially going to the old Ah-So on Easter Sunday.
However, I'm now contemplating what to do for Easter Sunday for the first time in my life. Mum's suggested coming home anyway, as the EasyJet tickets were reasonable on Sunday, but I think that's probably a fading option </procrastination> and anyway, she'll be over in May for a stay at Aggy. The two downsides are
Options, eh...? Who needs'em.
The other Easter weekend possibility is Breakin' Science, but I don't know how badly I want to go. The Aussie will probably force my hand, and the craic will probably be good, but I don't know if I can afford all the associated excess. Moan, grumble, whinge, etc.
Anyway, I'll pick an option this week, I fink.
Ow...
This is probably the result of me being too ambitious in my fitness efforts. Namely, gym lastnight (reduced/more cardiovascular workout, as I wanted to get home at a decent hour, i.e., for the OC on E4+1) plus swim this morning at 7:10. 20 lengths in just over 20 minutes, so I'm pretty happy with that.
However, my left shoulder now hurts.
Seeing the folks for a couple of days from this Sunday, as they're in Pembs from Friday to Friday. It's basically going to take the place of an Easter visit, as I was potentially going to the old Ah-So on Easter Sunday.
However, I'm now contemplating what to do for Easter Sunday for the first time in my life. Mum's suggested coming home anyway, as the EasyJet tickets were reasonable on Sunday, but I think that's probably a fading option </procrastination> and anyway, she'll be over in May for a stay at Aggy. The two downsides are
- that I won't see the girls for a while. But Youngest graduates in July, and I might engineer a trip home in the interim anyway;
- that I'll miss out on the possibility of Paddy's sister's wedding do in the Great Northern. Hmmm...
Options, eh...? Who needs'em.
The other Easter weekend possibility is Breakin' Science, but I don't know how badly I want to go. The Aussie will probably force my hand, and the craic will probably be good, but I don't know if I can afford all the associated excess. Moan, grumble, whinge, etc.
Anyway, I'll pick an option this week, I fink.
Ow...
Tuesday 21 March 2006
I'd forgotten how much...
...I loved Gene.
Who were in the Live Lounge, of course, the day I manned the phones. With hilarious colour-blind consequences...
Anyway, it's cos I've just been listening to this on my Pandora Radio station. Fantastic record. Makes you want to puff out your chest! Can't explain why — just does.
Who were in the Live Lounge, of course, the day I manned the phones. With hilarious colour-blind consequences...
Anyway, it's cos I've just been listening to this on my Pandora Radio station. Fantastic record. Makes you want to puff out your chest! Can't explain why — just does.
Jagwatch
An e-mail to the Whillock:
Jagwatch's Tuesday report
(Synopsis: successful)
12:28 JDT (Jaguar Dashboard Time)
entered XJS
12:29 JDT
Turned ignition. Immediately realised the extent of the stalling problem and applied foot a bit more readily to the accelerator (or whatever they call it in automatic land) and cheerfully failed to drive into the wall. Sat with a cup of tea and read some e-mails I'd printed out.
12:33 JDT
Decided that you can't have the car back when you return as I've just found the world's most perfect thinking spot.
12:35 JDT
Resolved to buy a pipe and some loose tobacco.
12:39 JDT
Ceased thinking, turned ignition off, and dismounted from XJS.
Jagwatch's Tuesday report
(Synopsis: successful)
12:28 JDT (Jaguar Dashboard Time)
entered XJS
12:29 JDT
Turned ignition. Immediately realised the extent of the stalling problem and applied foot a bit more readily to the accelerator (or whatever they call it in automatic land) and cheerfully failed to drive into the wall. Sat with a cup of tea and read some e-mails I'd printed out.
12:33 JDT
Decided that you can't have the car back when you return as I've just found the world's most perfect thinking spot.
12:35 JDT
Resolved to buy a pipe and some loose tobacco.
12:39 JDT
Ceased thinking, turned ignition off, and dismounted from XJS.
--
dave
Monday 20 March 2006
L� Fh�ile Ph�draig
Steve, off of the Official Chart Show, snaps Neilo in the much-coveted Official Guinness Hat.
(Note the tell-tale bottle of wine for Emma and the BGD in the foreground.)
In the Shameless pub, St Patrick's Day 2006.
Friday 17 March 2006
Happy St Paddy's!
This is the soberest I'm going to be over the next 24-hour period.
And, appropriately, I got a phonecall from Paddy at 7:47 this evening, inviting me to his sister's post-wedding do in Bundoran! Except I might not be in Ireland at the time. We'll see, sure.
In othernews reminiscences (also, that use of <strike> makes me think of You Sure Do</random>), this time last year was meself and Neilo's first night in the Dublin, after his folks had popped down to pay a visit while he was on the Island. Hard to believe that the green hair was so long ago. Unless we can score some more green hurspray in Boots...
And I'm so pleased I'm taking today off...
Rendez-vousing in the Traditional at Waterloo at 3:30 pm. Hopefully Neilo's Herself will be able to make it, as I was probably drunk and very un-charming when I met her before... Naturally, St Paddy's Day is the day to make amends for such behaviour, Dave.
Also, notice ye the Pandora Favo(u)rites listing on the right. Very happy they're doing this.
I have listened to my first ever iTunes download a total of 1 times. That'll be the Nytol, then.
ATH!
And, appropriately, I got a phonecall from Paddy at 7:47 this evening, inviting me to his sister's post-wedding do in Bundoran! Except I might not be in Ireland at the time. We'll see, sure.
In other
And I'm so pleased I'm taking today off...
Rendez-vousing in the Traditional at Waterloo at 3:30 pm. Hopefully Neilo's Herself will be able to make it, as I was probably drunk and very un-charming when I met her before... Naturally, St Paddy's Day is the day to make amends for such behaviour, Dave.
Also, notice ye the Pandora Favo(u)rites listing on the right. Very happy they're doing this.
I have listened to my first ever iTunes download a total of 1 times. That'll be the Nytol, then.
ATH!
Wednesday 15 March 2006
Think the Nytol's kicking in...
...So you wouldn't be able to see the joy on my face. But I've just bought my first ever song off of iTunes!!
i'm also drifting off and typing very erraticaly. SEe?
i'm also drifting off and typing very erraticaly. SEe?
Familiar misfortune
Right, if I'm self-medicating correctly, I've got about 16 minutes before the Nytol I've just taken kicks in and I get a good night's sleep, before going to the gym to try out the Aussie's theory that it makes days more gooder. The goign to the gym, etc. bit isn't on the pack, by the way. That's just a dangerous side-effect of my faddy personality.
So, in news... Yesterday I was probably the most gutted I've been in years. I was stuck in a telecon meeting that — frankly — I didn't need to be there for. Therefore, I missed out on Neilo's spare ticket to see the Moyles/Fearne/Vernon recording of FAMILY FORTUNES.
I'm still getting over it.
Me and my nan used to watch that show in her bungalow in the Max Bygraves and Les Dennis days. And, in later years, the Jones family from Swansea had me and Clur in tears with their repeated answer of "Beans!" to some question. (Probably something mentally stretching like "name a food that comes in a can").
Ah, memories... So, I went to the Spectrum, hit all the bits and pieces a bit harder than usual, and then came home and ranted to Age. The Eenglish, however, missed the whole point. And gave me a resistors problem to deal with. Which I did, and that cheered me up. Feck, I'm such a geek...
Anyway tonight, forewent the gym plan, as I thought we were going to the cinema. That didn't happen, but there we are. I'll learn to be more suspicious of such plans. Friday, however, is now off "for cultural reasons", and tomorrow Mr Milligan is over, looking for my job, cheeky shite. Actually, it won't be mine in a few weeks, but for now I can condescend. Hopefully, I'm not giving all the tours. I've suggested a rota for doing such things.
It's really starting to hit home, now, how real this Japanese thing is. I'm really going. Like, Really.
However, I at least had a chat with the Boss Lady on Monday about salary and otehr arrangements. Living costs are good, and there's money for a good laptop. So, I'm hoping, I'm going to get myself one of those there intel MacBook Pros! Then, I'll hopefully either become a real person, or a special person!
At least I pushed her to see if we could afford one. Hooray for minor but self-bigging-up victories!
So, in news... Yesterday I was probably the most gutted I've been in years. I was stuck in a telecon meeting that — frankly — I didn't need to be there for. Therefore, I missed out on Neilo's spare ticket to see the Moyles/Fearne/Vernon recording of FAMILY FORTUNES.
I'm still getting over it.
Me and my nan used to watch that show in her bungalow in the Max Bygraves and Les Dennis days. And, in later years, the Jones family from Swansea had me and Clur in tears with their repeated answer of "Beans!" to some question. (Probably something mentally stretching like "name a food that comes in a can").
Ah, memories... So, I went to the Spectrum, hit all the bits and pieces a bit harder than usual, and then came home and ranted to Age. The Eenglish, however, missed the whole point. And gave me a resistors problem to deal with. Which I did, and that cheered me up. Feck, I'm such a geek...
Anyway tonight, forewent the gym plan, as I thought we were going to the cinema. That didn't happen, but there we are. I'll learn to be more suspicious of such plans. Friday, however, is now off "for cultural reasons", and tomorrow Mr Milligan is over, looking for my job, cheeky shite. Actually, it won't be mine in a few weeks, but for now I can condescend. Hopefully, I'm not giving all the tours. I've suggested a rota for doing such things.
It's really starting to hit home, now, how real this Japanese thing is. I'm really going. Like, Really.
However, I at least had a chat with the Boss Lady on Monday about salary and otehr arrangements. Living costs are good, and there's money for a good laptop. So, I'm hoping, I'm going to get myself one of those there intel MacBook Pros! Then, I'll hopefully either become a real person, or a special person!
At least I pushed her to see if we could afford one. Hooray for minor but self-bigging-up victories!
Friday 10 March 2006
The Ice Bar off Regent Street
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Originally uploaded by finassy.
One of the better pics from last Saturday's escapades! :o)
(P.S. Not much posting this week, but planning to rectumfy that this weekend.)
Wednesday 8 March 2006
You try not to be a twat...
...but you end up sounding like one anyway.
I really should've spent a lot longer on that e-mail.
I really should've spent a lot longer on that e-mail.
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Originally uploaded by finassy.
Me, Sperm (aka Fraser) and Neilo, in the Waxy's. All cut.
Friday 3 March 2006
Angel Delight
Neilo sent me a link to the Sponsored Tube Map yesterday, which has had me chuckling every since. It's close to replacing my actual tube map (which is in too awkward a place for me to easily read anyway, but that's not the point). Then, in a moment of self-appointed break two minutes ago, I noticed what Angel Gate had been replaced by: Angel Delight! (click on it for an article charting its rise, fall and rise).
What fantastic memories! I always think of having them in those little desert bowls on stems, with a glacé cherry on top — because that was the serving suggestion on the ads and on the packet, and hence must be the law — very exciting. Memories of when we still lived in Narberth. Youngest wasn't even born then... blimey...
She's just texted me to say I woke her up with my reminder for presents lastnight, but that she's sent a card.
Hurcut's at 3pm. Good luck everybody!
What fantastic memories! I always think of having them in those little desert bowls on stems, with a glacé cherry on top — because that was the serving suggestion on the ads and on the packet, and hence must be the law — very exciting. Memories of when we still lived in Narberth. Youngest wasn't even born then... blimey...
She's just texted me to say I woke her up with my reminder for presents lastnight, but that she's sent a card.
Hurcut's at 3pm. Good luck everybody!
Me am 29!
In such a good mood today. The weather's promising to be a typical birthday day (mild early spring day, with sunshine), which always reminds me of playing football on my birthday at 16 — bearing in mind I hated playing when I was younger — and having a brilliant time. There was a really good bunch of guys in that class, and looking back on it, they gave me a lot of confidence.
Anyway, started off the GMT day listening to Bell X1's Snakes and Snakes, which is rapidly becoming one of my favourite songs of all time, even if the lyrics don't necessarily reflect the mood I'm in ("All this serves to tell me, is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all") and just got in to work about 20 minutes ago, and Pandora Radio played me Junkie XL feat. Saffron Crusher, which is a cracking record. Another record</Hi, I'm old> I'm particularly enjoying at the moment is the All-American Rejects' Move Along. In part, because it reminds me of "Move On!", but that's just my head. Mostly it's because of the tune. But especially, like half the feckin country, it seems, there's Gnarls Barkley. Which I spent about a month thinking was spelt "Niles", off of Frasier. There we are....
In short, then, today's plan is to take it easy. The main reason I'm in such a good mood is that I finally got over the hump of the TRACE UV calibration problem lastnight about 8:00, so I now have relatively calibrated sequence of 1600 Å images, which I can start to think about overlaying on MDI. Anyway, enough detail. Basically, I was going to get in early, then thought fuck-it</Malcolm Hardee> and gave meself an hour's lie-in. Moyles's show was brilliant, with loads of what felt like birthday quirks. Even Fatima Whitbread being on made me smile, 'cos I know we share a birthday!
Off to see about booking a fancy hurcut, and this afternoon I plan to get some decent underwear. A not-entirely-unconnected fact is that, during tomorrow's drink in the Big Shmoke (organised by Claire off of Simon off of Adrian, so I've relinquished most of my claim on the birthday celebrations), the Aussie has engineered — against my wishes — a blind date. I say against my wishes because I have to go to LS's birthday drinks anyway, so inviting someone he wants to hook me up with is especially underhand, I think. Plus, we have to dress up to make sure we can get into some places Claire has in mind, so I won't be feeling like I'm looking my best. Ach, feck-it</Malcolm O'Hardee>. I'm going to go up and enjoy myself whatever happens!
Back til the good mood now, though. Got movies to make, and hurcuts to try and book.
Happy Birthday to anyone else who's 29 today.
Anyway, started off the GMT day listening to Bell X1's Snakes and Snakes, which is rapidly becoming one of my favourite songs of all time, even if the lyrics don't necessarily reflect the mood I'm in ("All this serves to tell me, is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all") and just got in to work about 20 minutes ago, and Pandora Radio played me Junkie XL feat. Saffron Crusher, which is a cracking record. Another record</Hi, I'm old> I'm particularly enjoying at the moment is the All-American Rejects' Move Along. In part, because it reminds me of "Move On!", but that's just my head. Mostly it's because of the tune. But especially, like half the feckin country, it seems, there's Gnarls Barkley. Which I spent about a month thinking was spelt "Niles", off of Frasier. There we are....
In short, then, today's plan is to take it easy. The main reason I'm in such a good mood is that I finally got over the hump of the TRACE UV calibration problem lastnight about 8:00, so I now have relatively calibrated sequence of 1600 Å images, which I can start to think about overlaying on MDI. Anyway, enough detail. Basically, I was going to get in early, then thought fuck-it</Malcolm Hardee> and gave meself an hour's lie-in. Moyles's show was brilliant, with loads of what felt like birthday quirks. Even Fatima Whitbread being on made me smile, 'cos I know we share a birthday!
Off to see about booking a fancy hurcut, and this afternoon I plan to get some decent underwear. A not-entirely-unconnected fact is that, during tomorrow's drink in the Big Shmoke (organised by Claire off of Simon off of Adrian, so I've relinquished most of my claim on the birthday celebrations), the Aussie has engineered — against my wishes — a blind date. I say against my wishes because I have to go to LS's birthday drinks anyway, so inviting someone he wants to hook me up with is especially underhand, I think. Plus, we have to dress up to make sure we can get into some places Claire has in mind, so I won't be feeling like I'm looking my best. Ach, feck-it</Malcolm O'Hardee>. I'm going to go up and enjoy myself whatever happens!
Back til the good mood now, though. Got movies to make, and hurcuts to try and book.
Happy Birthday to anyone else who's 29 today.
Thursday 2 March 2006
Top of the Rollercoaster
So, here it is. The last day of me being 28.
Which means tomorrow, I'm 29. It's the start of the rollercoaster towards 30, which — as we all know — is code for "Gay Death". Or, at least, that's what it feels like. Pish.
However, the glass is half-full (unlike meself this coming Saturday, as I hope to be entirely full), so I'm still in my twenties, and will be til I (hopefully) leave the country. Hence, I'm planning on making the best of it.
In other news, things are moving remarkably quickly in life.
I'm thrilled to report that the Cullybackey Man is staying in the US (which means I can go and visit later in the year, maybe May?), and is getting a place with M.
In a parallel manoeuvre, things sound like they're going brilliantly well for Neilo and his lady, and he's talking about them getting their own place in the Greenwich.
So it's the top of the rollercoaster for a lot of us. Or, to put it another way, "It's a very exciting time!"</MG>
Saturday has now been combined with a blind date, all beyond my control, which I'm understandably nervous about. So meself and LS are going to get some fancy schmancy birthday/smarten-up hurcuts done on Friday.
And finally, seeing as I'm adding scattered thoughts... As I was slowly drifting off to sleep lastnight, I mentally walked through and around my Nan's old house, Aweldêg. I've not done something like that for a while, and I'm not entirely sure where it came from. Just been thinking about her more recently since I found that letter from her for my 21st birthday. Discuss...
Maybe not, eh?
Anyway, best crack on....
Which means tomorrow, I'm 29. It's the start of the rollercoaster towards 30, which — as we all know — is code for "Gay Death". Or, at least, that's what it feels like. Pish.
However, the glass is half-full (unlike meself this coming Saturday, as I hope to be entirely full), so I'm still in my twenties, and will be til I (hopefully) leave the country. Hence, I'm planning on making the best of it.
In other news, things are moving remarkably quickly in life.
I'm thrilled to report that the Cullybackey Man is staying in the US (which means I can go and visit later in the year, maybe May?), and is getting a place with M.
In a parallel manoeuvre, things sound like they're going brilliantly well for Neilo and his lady, and he's talking about them getting their own place in the Greenwich.
So it's the top of the rollercoaster for a lot of us. Or, to put it another way, "It's a very exciting time!"</MG>
Saturday has now been combined with a blind date, all beyond my control, which I'm understandably nervous about. So meself and LS are going to get some fancy schmancy birthday/smarten-up hurcuts done on Friday.
And finally, seeing as I'm adding scattered thoughts... As I was slowly drifting off to sleep lastnight, I mentally walked through and around my Nan's old house, Aweldêg. I've not done something like that for a while, and I'm not entirely sure where it came from. Just been thinking about her more recently since I found that letter from her for my 21st birthday. Discuss...
Maybe not, eh?
Anyway, best crack on....
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