Or should i say good morning.
Today i woke up with Jen, its a lovely way to start a day i can assure you, however i rarely get out of bed before 12pm as it is, being snuggled up with your beautiful girlfriend just means its downright impossible.
Now however i'm back at home, my parents home, the home i grew up in...
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Well thats not quite true, it would be more realistic to say by the evening.
To those concerned or with concern, everythings okay.
I got what i lost back and i'm happy.
Its like going to the bank and finding you've been paid alot more than you expected. I didnt anticipate this day...
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The best thing, the thing i didnt expect from this site just ended.
13 days left.
There's the deadline.
I just made it official.
Pessimism is an addictive friend and also prevents most things touching your life.
Right you are, as is the case with most other addictive substances.
Today I read a biography of Serge Gainsbourg, who was so enamoured of alcohol that he allowed it to kill him, in the end.
The French filmmaker Jacques Doillon described Gainsbourg as 'un suicidaire optimiste', which makes you think, I guess, re. your comments.
My trip to NG on 14/10 is in jeopardy, unless you're up for a lunchtime pint or something, in which case I might throw caution to the wind and come anyway. Otherwise, I'm now looking at the weekend of 28 October.
Hats off to you, boy.
(Should that be 'hat's off'?)
Edited: Because i have that power.
Thank you, I am sure things will improve somehow, they usually do eventually.
Moan, sigh etc
X
Anyways, thanks for vouching me in again. You are welcome anytime. I am now in the centre and "quite handy" according to the Guardian Guide.
And yes, now we must battle.
In-jokes aside i'm tired, dog tired if you will.
I just got back from the train station, its late, this has been a long and expensive weekend.
Whenever i'm this tired if i read stories i find myself seeping into them, everything becomes more viserol and real to me (let me know if i'm making up words here). I also...
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Peanuts! Yak, yak, yak
You can be honest when i'm gone, only if you say lovely things about me.
I love you more than white chocolate, racoons and lasagne. even more than my dalmation i havent seen for months.
xxxxx
(photos next update.)
So today i got my internet connected. 4mb broadband courtesy of the dreaded NTL.
In other news, i dont trust people. People use or misuse others around them, i've decided i'm cutting the idiots out of my life or putting up barriers preventing new brands of idiots in. Idiots mess with people's lives.
For those who dont...
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Good to see you back. I think your return broke the site.
Also welcome back!!
So i dont appear to be dead, that is a slight relief for me and possibly worthy of note for a few of you.
For a person that updated nearly daily when i had the internet things are a little sparse at the moment.
And so here we go.......
- Pub quizzes 4 wins out of 5 attempts. We now appear...
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We need to create some sort of league
Well i'm still alive, this is my 15 minute trip into the land of SG, a very brief glance over what is new in people's lives and a brief journal. Lots of briefs.
What have i been up to?
- A BBQ on sunday but not of the SGUK variety, sadly work doesnt allow me such trips down south on...
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And well done on the pub quizzes. Our team at the annual Nottingham Forest quiz night didn't do that well this year. We came a far bit down, but we didn't have our star captain. What a bastard not turning up
I would say, have a great time in the next few weeks/months but with all the things you have planned, it's looks like you definately will.
I need contact details for you good sir. Please send me some. Thanks. I shall miss you. However, it may do wonders for your creativity, which may be good. I hope it is a break though, but for selfish reasons.
No, I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes, it shows
No, I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know
I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give any more
I can't live if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give any more
No, I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes, it shows
I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
Anyway, yeah, mix CDs would be good. Give me a shout before you go so I know where to send the letterbomb parcel.