January 24th, 2007
Well, not really. As I jumped up to the window with increased urgency this morning, I wondered to myself why people do get so excited about a bit of snow. My conclusion was that for most people (especially Londoners who suffer very feeble snowfall) the arrival of a layer of snow tends to be a once or twice a year event. So for someone of my age that means only about 50 days of snow in total. Compared to how often you catch a bus or how often you use the loo, that’s pretty a rare event. Hence the novelty value. Do you see?
Of course for every excited person there are plenty of complainers, but we’ll ignore them as no one likes a misery guts.
I feel like I should be heading somewhere with this, but unfortunately I’m not.
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January 23rd, 2007
This stuff is supposed to be the backbone of the detox week of my diet. After downing a glass on Saturday I had a feeling it wouldn’t last. After Sunday’s glass I knew that was the end of that. So now I have carrot sticks instead. I’m sure I’m missing some vital vitamins somewhere but at least I can go through the day without gagging.
Back at work I’m dodging biscuits and trips to the cafe. I’m not known for my self-control, but I’m finding it surprisingly easy to resist. A quick glance down at the belly every now and then always helps.
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January 20th, 2007
The new year weight-loss programme begins today. Originally I wasn’t as against the whole thing as usual as my gut is becoming a problem. I wear a lot of t-shirts, and the majority of those t-shirts are medium in size. Most of those are currently unwearable for fear of looking like Matt Lucas in a PVC fetish outfit. So the plan was to embrace the diet and the regime like my life depended on it.
That was until I had my first ‘Mid-morning snack’ of vegetable juice, mixed with carrot juice, orange juice, lemon juice and watercress. I’ve never been a fan of vegetable in liquid form eschewing Bloody Marys and carrot smoothies in my time, and as I sit here with the rancid taste of pureed gherkin at the back of my throat I can tell this diet has a danger of being very short-lived. Sent off to the safety of work with my tub of vegetable spew there is a distinct danger that I will substitute it for a chocolate Hob-Nob.
To make things worse, Jess has woken with the mother of all black clouds over her head. It could be a very long (and unsatisfying) day.
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January 19th, 2007
Well, the move to the new hosting went as smoothly as could be expected. By that I mean the site was only down for two days. Could have been a week I guess…
Unfortunately all the comments on the blog bit the dust, and not quite sure how to get them back. Bigger fish to fry for now. Don’t let this put you off commenting.
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January 14th, 2007
I know my posts have been a bit depressing recently, so I thought I’d share some positive things. Above are two (yes, 2) free gifts that I received this week. Both surprises.
1. Free pen from George, my barber on Bermondsey Street
George: You want free pen?
Me: (Expecting him to give me a ‘George the barber’ pen) Yes please!
George: Here you go… (thrusting a carrier bag full of pens in my direction)
I reached inside and pulled out the pen you see above.
George: They’re not my pens, but they good pens!
Me: Thanks.
2. Free puncture repair kit with new jeans
This is what you get when you order clothes from a BMX bike shop. Need to dust off the bike actually. Should cycle to work while I still live within cycling distance. I think I’ve probably forgotten how to ride it.
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January 12th, 2007
I’m not really one for bad moods. They come occasionally, but they rarely linger. Which makes it weird that I have been grumpy since Monday. Not outwardly, but bubbling under. On the surface I’ve probably seemed my normal easy-going self, but just under the skin I’ve been angry at the world and ready to kill anyone that messed with me.
“South of Heaven” by Slayer. A great album. A classic in the true sense. Ground-breaking at the time of its release and still sounding good 20 years later. But it’s never a good sign when I feel the need to listen to it at full volume on my way to, and on my way back from, work for three days. Standing bolt upright on the train, staring straight ahead and willing someone to get in my way so I could crush them into a… you get the idea.
I have a good idea what’s caused all this.
Firstly, I got into a bit of a heated debate with a bunch of kids on Flickr. I took offence at some little scrote claiming that a bunch of other little scrotes who snuck into Camden tube station over Christmas and sprayed paint over all of the walls were some kind of heroes. Now I’ve never been a fan of graffiti/tagging, or ever really understood the thrill of mindless vandalism, but this incident in particular got me super-riled. The fact that illiterate teenagers kept responding to my arguments with nonsense just dragged out my anger. I’m still stewing about it now. I feel like someone’s Grandad chasing kids off his front wall. I’m only 31 for Pete’s sake.
Secondly, there’s the constant feeling of frustration at not being in a position to implement The Plan™ yet. I realise that’s in my hands to a large extent, and then I get frustrated and angry that I haven’t done more work to speed things up. I’m grimacing as I write this I’m so wound up.
Other things have kept the anger topped up as the week’s gone on. My old hosting company appearing to do everything in their power to stall my switch to a new host. The postman not delivering my new hoodie yet. Leo Sayer being such a lecherous, idiotic, self-obsessed twerp on CBB. An old friend visiting the UK for the first time in years, but not finding out because the other old friend who he is staying with neglected to tell me, and I found out through someone he did tell (who then went out and had a great time).
Friday just started, but I would like to start this week all over again please. I’m heading into the weekend with a rage the size of a small planet built up inside of me, which isn’t good when I have wardrobe doors to fit.
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January 3rd, 2007
Yes, yes, I know Christmas is supposed to be over now but that doesn’t mean we can’t stock up ready for next year. Twelfth night is not even upon us, the tree is still twinkling in the corner and The Green Wing Christmas special isn’t on until tomorrow, but there are still bargains to be had.
As much as I’d like to live my life without patronising big corporations, especially slightly evil ones like Starbucks, they have the dubious honour of offering the above CD of Soul and Doo-Wop singers perfoming a collection of seasonal classics. When reduced to less than half price, irresistible. Myself and my wife are big fans of Christmas music. Not all year round, but come December we wheel out Nat and Dean and all the cheesy 80’s favourites. This is a fine addition to the collection.
If you are slightly disturbed now, tough. I intend to drag Christmas out for as long as possible and no amount of humbug will stop me.
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January 2nd, 2007
I should have mentioned, the move to Wordpress has brought about a change of RSS feed, so please update you bookmark with the new feed. You’ll never know when your life can be filled with my light otherwise!
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January 2nd, 2007
I always think Christmas holidays last for at least two weeks. Subconsciously anyway. That’s how long they last when you are a pupil or student, and even though I have been neither of those things for longer than I was either, I still expect it.
All of which makes it extra-painful to be thrust into another working day as though Christmas never happened. Ten minutes at my desk and all memories of the holiday wiped from my brain. My USB Christmas tree the only reminder that there had been any break from the pixel-pushing at all. And the chocolates.
A big box of those Belgian ’shell’ chocolates. Guylian or Guiyilian or something like that. A gift from the freelancer who got a surprise invite to the office party. I’m supposed to be off chocolate, and beer, and anything with more than 3 calories. I’ve been informed that we’re doing the Little Black Dress diet from next week, and boy do I need it. Not that I want to fit into women’s clothing you understand.
Since the wedding in April I’ve not only outgrown the expensive and lovely Paul Smith suit my mother purchased for me, but 80% of my shirts and t-shirts. Fat bastard I believe it’s called in some circles. Lack of exercise is a contributing factor, but over-eating is the main problem. So, to the resolutions:
1. Eat less, eat healthier, eat cheaper.
2. Do more exercise, even if it’s just the odd walk.
3. Blog more regularly (You may have noticed that I have quietly upgraded to a fancy new Wordpress blog which makes this all a lot easier. So no excuses.)
4. Take more pictures, post pictures to Flickr, post pictures to Blipfoto.
5. Er…Get my haircut?
Which bunch of averageness brings me to the end of my first post of 2007. Apologies that there is nothing ground-breaking or world-shaking. If I vowed to achieve anything more ambitious I would only fail, and that would depress me. I’m keeping my ambitions to myself for now and if I achieve any of them you’ll be the first to read about it.
Maybe I should have written this before going back to work.
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December 25th, 2006
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