One thing, even if I don’t get in touch with miss Teenage Kicks. I noticed she works for a charity. I could do that. It’s been a while since I last did anything worthwhile. Next time I’m looking for a new job, I’ll have to consider the charitable sector. Hmmmmm.
Dilemma time. Whilst surfing through FriendsReunited the other day I finally came across a name from my old school that I recognised. The girl I had the biggest, most embarassing crush on when I was seventeen. She’s working in London, so I could give her a call. But what to say? Just from the few lines of biography it’s obvious she’s still the genius she was at sixth form, only now she’s well travelled into the bargain. I’d probably meet her and turn into the same incoherent fool I was all those years ago.
Plus, it won’t give me her e-mail until I pay the five pound joining fee, and I don’t know if I can be bothered.
Cool fire-breathing pics. Not so sure about the background though.
I must have spent nearly five hours yesterday playing Gran Turismo. My right thumb has blisters from holding down the accelerate button. All I need now is GTA3 and I may never leave the house.
After the loss of my bikes I’ve been thinking about this whole Southern experience. I think I’m going to downshift, move North again, get out of corporate and do more of what I want. The South has until March, a year from when I moved down, to convince me to stay. It’s going to be a hard job, I can tell you.
I’ve got a lot less work on content done since getting the internet back. I mean, things were bad enough with the PS 2, but this is ridiculous.
I think I’ve got sick building syndrome. At least, that’s my excuse for wanting to fall asleep at work.
Had my first snowboarding lesson today. I only fell over a few times.
Okay. The weblog is now on the front page.
Today would have been CD single day, but there was only crap to be found. I’ve been waiting for The Bleeper Song to turn up in the shops. At least now it’s available online.
Started pitching the book, I’ve got a list of magazines and publications who might be interested.
I just spent half an hour arguing with the interface (and swearing a lot) to get the last post up. I really should read the instructions.
What a fucked up day.
I got up this morning, dawdled a while, then went into the garage to discover my bikes had been stolen. All three of them, gone. We still haven�t figured out how anyone got into the garage- the doors were locked and there�s no evidence of them coming over the roof or garden walls. Bollocks. Anyway, if anyone in the Staines/ Egham area of Surrey should come across a Trek Bruiser 1, Specialized Hard Rock or Marin Palisades Trail going cheap, they�re probably mine. Contact me or the Police.
Then, after the Police woman had gone (which brought another bad omen- I�ve reached the age where Police officers do look younger!) my books arrived. Ten copies of my novel. It�s a very strange feeling, looking at my name on a cover- even though it is in Comic Sans, a font which looks awful outside an e-mail. I�m a published author! (Buy my book.)
I think it�s a sign. Life�s been a bit crap ever since I moved South, and now this. I need to get back to my roots. But I�m going to give it until February, because that�s how long I�ve got in the house.
A bit pissed off for the first of my new posts, but that�s how it goes.
Oh yes- Buy My Book!
God, it’s been a long time since I updated this.