...in which I'm not sure I'm using the best possible writing style

Thursday; whilst on the North Circular (which is a scary road btw) I got into a dispute with a bus and lost my wing mirror as a result. But was a brave little soul and continued my journey to Chingford without it and then valiantly made the journey home... still without it. I missed it, and cried a little bit.


Friday; began work at 6.30 am. Which is always a joy. Had a bad morning at work generally, made better by the fact that my mum had run off with my car to get the wing mirror fixed. Got home at 12, finished packing for Brighton, created an accidental gash in my knee that didn't stop bleeding until about halfway through the journey to Brighton. Good so far. But me, John and Baby (the car) ended up in Brighton still in one piece. And the sun was out. Had a lovely chilled afternoon/evening with John and fell asleep watching Friends.


Saturday; woke up to sun, huzzah! Went for a lovely fry-up, hit the beach a little, did some more relaxing and then joined my cousin and her mates for birthday celebrations in bars and clubs and stuff. Re-opened the gash in my knee and ended the night by hobbling back to our hotel room to fall asleep to Pokemon movies. Epic win.


Sunday; we waited about an hour in the sun for burgers, which, like I just mentioned, took an hour to get to us, but were very nice when they arrived. Took a stroll on the beach, bought some David Bowie LPs and refrained from buying a little person's Bowie t-shirt for the baby I'm not planning on having for a good few years yet. Headed home in the sun, even though we wanted to stay, and stopped off in Rickmansworth from drinkies before arriving home and ending our lovely trip.


Today is Monday.


Back to work.


I hate work.


But I loved my weekend.

...in which I feel I should re-read Orwell's 1984

My original first line of this post was "long time no blog" but I changed it when I realised how many of my posts have started with that line.

I updated my Livejournal today for the first time in months and I feel good about it. Everyone on my friendslist over there is purely an online friend, I've never met any of them in real life but I like it that way. I never encourage RL friends to sign up to LJ because I wouldn't bother adding them to my friendslist. I don't have anything to hide, but nevertheless, I like how it rolls. My LJ friends are all made of awesome.

My best friends bought me a small (21 litre) fishtank for my birthday a couple of weeks ago. After finding space for it I've managed to set it up in a cosy corner of my room and now the filter is filtering merrily away. It makes a lovely sound but it's taking some getting used to.

Like just now... I'm listening to Diamond Dogs (fantastic album btw) when suddenly I fancy a sherbet lemon. I hit the pause button so I don't miss any fantasticness whilst I hunt down a sweetie and I can hear what I think is water gushing from somewhere, causing a split second of panic before I spot my lil tank.

I need fishes in it.

My day overall has been rather poo today, but this album is doing me wonders. And makes me want to read the book again.

Please saviour, saviour, show us
Hear me, I'm graphically yours

...in which I can answer an important question

http://new.uk.music.yahoo.com/blogs/guestlist/14935/did-david-bowie-cause-the-credit-crunch

For those of you wondering, the answer to this ridicularse question is no.

I'm so sick of the words "credit crunch".

I'm also sick, generally, after having acquired a lurgy over the past few days. It's my turn I suppose, I've been the last person out of pretty much everyone around me to get it. Which also means it's hard for me to point the finger of blame.

Now, I shall be crawling into my bed to watch Spongebob Squarepants and Deal or No Deal and drink myself silly on cups of tea.