...but you end up sounding like one anyway.
I really should've spent a lot longer on that e-mail.
Wednesday, 8 March 2006
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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 Then, in a moment of self-appointed break two minutes ago, I noticed what Angel Gate had been replaced by: Angel Delight!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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