sheldrake

I went to galactic_jack's birthday party last night and now (as predicted) I basically want to die. I should probably wait until the worst of the effects have passed off before attempting to communicate with the internet, but I'm just happy my fingers still work.

So. To prove it, here are my thoughts on Doctor Eleven.

( My thoughts on Doctor Eleven )

I've never been a huge new year fan, but even by my standards this is not a very new yeary new year. We'd all kind of expected to get off a bit early from work, but in the event we were all still sitting there at 6pm, doing incredibly not-urgent work. Miserable buggers. And I'm working tomorrow too, so have reluctantly turned down the many, many non-existent invitations with which I was not flooded.

So far this evening, I've eaten a pizza I dug out of the freezer (all the shops were closed when I finally escaped from work. Even the corner shop. Which is always open). I've watched an episode of Simon Schama's A History of Britain (we're up to James VI), and spent many fruitless minutes attempting to find an arrangement of The Three Ravens which was similar to the one they used in the programme... until I realised I could just buy the soundtrack, and did so. Last purchase of 2008.

Now I've put Jools Holland's Hootenanny on. I just turned the sound down so I didn't have to listen to Adele.

I'm drinking a glass of wine and eating some chocolates I got for Christmas. They're very pretty, they've got little white stars and snowflakes printed on them. They taste quite nice, too.

I am a trifle bored.

But anyway -- a very Happy New Year to you all, my friends!

Oh look -- Duffy. *turns sound down again*

Half an hour and then I can go to bed.

It is now Christmas, so I shall raise glass to you, my friends.



Whether you like it or not!

Happy wotsit thing.

ps. This is not even my wine! It is my mum's! She went to midnight mass and I stole it! Hahahaha!

I tried to take a picture of the cat but she keeps wandering off. :(

I might go to bed now.

I'm really tired this evening. Can't be bothered sentences.

Anyway. Reason recent reticence. Tired of own ranting and angry talking sad things. Gone to ground. Buried head in sand. Pulled wool over own eyes. Went back under bedclothes.

Try for positive! Unexplained recent positive:

Radio: John le Carré, Attenboroughs.
Books. Brave Roman boys on noble quest.
Tickets for Russells.
Singing.
Battlestar G.
Beer festival. Mmm, chocolate orange beer. Friendly folky beardy men.
Friend's beautiful wedding, idyllic sunshine, butterflies etc. Friendly folky beardy men.
Chilli on plate.
Chilli on plant.
Sharing lolcat love.
Knitting Seaman's Cap.
Tomorrow: Keyboard buying for musical playing.

I still heart Ray Kowalski.

Working
Sleeping
Eating too much
Drinking gin and tonic
Trying not to think about work
Washing up
Thinking about work
Working
Staring
Watching the tennis
Walking to work
Knitting
Reading books
Sitting down
Worrying about work
Feeling ever so slightly ill all the time, like I've just recovered from flu or something
Watching Doctor Who
Walking home from work
Trying to persuade myself to get off the sofa and go to bed
Walking around in a daze, sometimes going in and out of shops randomly
Nothing else

Mmmmmmmmmmmm... delicious wine!

(Look, tough week at work, all right?)

... I am currently being held together by the miracle of gin.

If you should ever meet curiousworld and he invites you to sample the contents of his delicious brightly-coloured bottles of homemade goodness (Damson Gin, Rum 'n' Raisin etc), please proceed with caution. Also: don't eat the raisins.

Ohhhh, my head...

Don't try to leave feedback on eBay after drinking a glass of wine, especially when you're a teensy bit of a lightweight.

Hopefully, the seller will just assume 'great em!' is a new eBay phrase they're not quite cool enough to understand yet. Get with the lingo, yo.

A busy day at work followed by a glass of wine, some cheese and an episode of The Mighty Boosh, led to me waking up at 3am in a panic, thinking Vince and Howard were a 44-page local town guide and directory that I had to get to the printers by 4.

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We're not really known for controversy here at the local press, we mainly like stories about tragic children or fence damage, when we're not busy being shocked about stuff other people said. One of our editors, though, has spent the last few days fielding phonecalls from irate Christians after publishing this piece on Creationism by columnist Nick Pandolfi. And then somebody spat at him in the street, so he's not in the best of moods.

Amusingly enough, considering the subject of the article, the main thrust of the argument made by one of today's callers was that 'children could have seen it'. Er, yeah... Where to start, really?