That's a terrible title to this post. I'm going to see Ross Noble tomorrow night. It's only been here and there that I've seen him on TV (which might be due to me not having a TV) doing stand-up or guesting on various programmes: but, all the same, his has been the kind of daftness that I like and enjoy.
Thanks are due to my mate the welder (I'll give him a nudge to post another blog sometime soon) for getting the tickets, but now he can't make it after all that for a number of reasons. A big shame, but thankfully my mate Dave (name changed from Reg for the sake of confidentiality) is coming along instead.
I'm looking forward to it, I could do with a seriously good laugh. I'll let you know how it goes.
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Monday, 10 September 2007
Monday, 6 August 2007
Tags (3)
I'm employing diversionary tactics here, since my mood has dipped with uncommon fierceness following such a sublime weekend. So now seems as good a time as any to respond to the fact that Charlotte tagged me the other week with her "5 Things" Meme, bless her.
Chances are I'll delay or avoid doing any further tags in the near future since this is the fourth I've done in a fairly short space of time - which is enough for any pair of trousers, even the hard-wearing denim variety. Still this "5 things" did look like fun so maybe it'll give me a bit of a lift. Thanks Charlotte!
What were you doing ten years ago?
Spending my weekends in a beautiful flat (more like a huge rambling old cottage) in the huge grounds of a heritage site in Derbyshire where my girlfriend was staying, since she had moved there to work. We were coming to the end of our relationship after several years but this was rather a fine swansong. Our break-up seemed inevitable under the circumstances but was about as amicable as it could possibly be. I was also taking antidepressants and having bereavement counselling: in the main though I remember this being a good time (which might sound odd having said what I've just said), albeit with a pretty intense edge to it.
I was listening obsessively to "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space" by Spiritualized throughout the whole summer, which in a way sums up its bitter-sweetness.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Pine kernel
Bananas
Chocolate
Apples
Alpen cereal bars (strawberry and yoghurt flavour)
Five songs you know all the lyrics to:
Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground
Mutual Friend by Wire (very odd words, worth checking out)
Teenage Daughter by Fat Truckers (hope this isn't cheating, the only words in the song are "Teenage Daughter")
Careless Soul (traditional, arranged by Daniel Johnston)
No Expectations by The Rolling Stones
Five things you would do if you were a millionare:
Buy or rent an apartment abroad
Set up somewhere to record, paint and write
Travel
Get needlessly anxious
Carry out random acts of senseless generosity
Five Bad Habits:
Constantly drumming on tables, chairs and any other hittable surfaces
Grinding my teeth
Picking my nose (when I think no-one is looking)
Procrastinating
Being pedantic
Five Things You Like Doing:
Cycling
Worrying
Drinking
Sleeping
Creative things
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Things which don't fit - otherwise, never say never (this answer is a cop-out, since this is something I would hardly think about)
Five Favourite Toys:
Laptop
Guitar
Endless cheap keyboards
Digital camera
George Foreman Lean Mean Low-Fat Grilling Machine
Once again, thanks to Charlotte for providing the means to some distraction during a rather melancholy moment. In a bid to get him off his backside and writing something, I'm tagging a certain welder.
Chances are I'll delay or avoid doing any further tags in the near future since this is the fourth I've done in a fairly short space of time - which is enough for any pair of trousers, even the hard-wearing denim variety. Still this "5 things" did look like fun so maybe it'll give me a bit of a lift. Thanks Charlotte!
What were you doing ten years ago?
Spending my weekends in a beautiful flat (more like a huge rambling old cottage) in the huge grounds of a heritage site in Derbyshire where my girlfriend was staying, since she had moved there to work. We were coming to the end of our relationship after several years but this was rather a fine swansong. Our break-up seemed inevitable under the circumstances but was about as amicable as it could possibly be. I was also taking antidepressants and having bereavement counselling: in the main though I remember this being a good time (which might sound odd having said what I've just said), albeit with a pretty intense edge to it.
I was listening obsessively to "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space" by Spiritualized throughout the whole summer, which in a way sums up its bitter-sweetness.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Pine kernel
Bananas
Chocolate
Apples
Alpen cereal bars (strawberry and yoghurt flavour)
Five songs you know all the lyrics to:
Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground
Mutual Friend by Wire (very odd words, worth checking out)
Teenage Daughter by Fat Truckers (hope this isn't cheating, the only words in the song are "Teenage Daughter")
Careless Soul (traditional, arranged by Daniel Johnston)
No Expectations by The Rolling Stones
Five things you would do if you were a millionare:
Buy or rent an apartment abroad
Set up somewhere to record, paint and write
Travel
Get needlessly anxious
Carry out random acts of senseless generosity
Five Bad Habits:
Constantly drumming on tables, chairs and any other hittable surfaces
Grinding my teeth
Picking my nose (when I think no-one is looking)
Procrastinating
Being pedantic
Five Things You Like Doing:
Cycling
Worrying
Drinking
Sleeping
Creative things
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Things which don't fit - otherwise, never say never (this answer is a cop-out, since this is something I would hardly think about)
Five Favourite Toys:
Laptop
Guitar
Endless cheap keyboards
Digital camera
George Foreman Lean Mean Low-Fat Grilling Machine
Once again, thanks to Charlotte for providing the means to some distraction during a rather melancholy moment. In a bid to get him off his backside and writing something, I'm tagging a certain welder.
Sunday, 5 August 2007
Weekend (3)
I had a shit weekend.
Far from being in a pleasant rural area, it was a place of unrestrained urban sprawl.
There was no atmosphere.
The local buildings had no character.
The scenery wasn't much cop.
There was nothing worth going to visit.
Not even any decent walking routes.
The weather was terrible.
The pace of life was way too hectic.
I couldn't relax.
My accommodation was nowhere near a pub.
Thank goodness that wasn't this weekend though - as you can see from the photos everything was just fine and dandy. I found out when I arrived that I was staying at Willersey, a charming little place: pleasant, scenic and very relaxed. The last picture is through the doorway of my accommodation (which was lovely) looking across to the pub. I'd thought I was staying inside the pub but it was a separate little building less than a weakling's stone's throw away. I'd warmly recommend it to anyone.
The only odd thing about the weekend was, as I went for a late night wander round after several delicious pints of ale, I was sure I could see sparks and flashing lights in a clearing in the trees. In my semi-inebriated state, the only thing I could think was that this seemed to be consistent with spot-welding or arc-welding.
Far from being in a pleasant rural area, it was a place of unrestrained urban sprawl.
There was no atmosphere.
The local buildings had no character.
The scenery wasn't much cop.
There was nothing worth going to visit.
Not even any decent walking routes.
The weather was terrible.
The pace of life was way too hectic.
I couldn't relax.
My accommodation was nowhere near a pub.
Thank goodness that wasn't this weekend though - as you can see from the photos everything was just fine and dandy. I found out when I arrived that I was staying at Willersey, a charming little place: pleasant, scenic and very relaxed. The last picture is through the doorway of my accommodation (which was lovely) looking across to the pub. I'd thought I was staying inside the pub but it was a separate little building less than a weakling's stone's throw away. I'd warmly recommend it to anyone.
The only odd thing about the weekend was, as I went for a late night wander round after several delicious pints of ale, I was sure I could see sparks and flashing lights in a clearing in the trees. In my semi-inebriated state, the only thing I could think was that this seemed to be consistent with spot-welding or arc-welding.
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
A note of appreciation
Yes, a big thank you is in order for the kind and thoughtful comments on the previous post. I know I responded to people's comments on the thread, but it feels worth just saying so again - I really, really appreciate it.
That particular post wasn't meant to get emotional - I was/am saving the bulk of that stuff for another time, when it seems right - the original intention was more about how anniversaries seem quite abstract and don't usually stir much emotion in me in themselves. A nice irony then that as I was writing, I couldn't help but get involved.
It has been a very nice and affirmative blogging experience, to receive that warmth from those who responded. I'm really very grateful for it.
It also resulted in the birth of another blog, that of the sinister welder, already mentioned more than once on these pages recently, though not by that name (and no, he's not my namesake). I'm looking forward to seeing what he has to write (no pressure or anything), I'm sure he won't mind people stopping by at his shed to pay him a visit.
That particular post wasn't meant to get emotional - I was/am saving the bulk of that stuff for another time, when it seems right - the original intention was more about how anniversaries seem quite abstract and don't usually stir much emotion in me in themselves. A nice irony then that as I was writing, I couldn't help but get involved.
It has been a very nice and affirmative blogging experience, to receive that warmth from those who responded. I'm really very grateful for it.
It also resulted in the birth of another blog, that of the sinister welder, already mentioned more than once on these pages recently, though not by that name (and no, he's not my namesake). I'm looking forward to seeing what he has to write (no pressure or anything), I'm sure he won't mind people stopping by at his shed to pay him a visit.
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