Much to my surprise, and delight, the darts final on TV last night was spectacular, and amusing. Darts is not normally this brilliant. Who knew that two fifty year old men with grey hair, extravagant jewellery and portly stomachs, throwing arrows at a circular target could be such entertainment?
At the moment I'm listening to my iPod on shuffle, and I can confidently state that I have an abundance of good music. I'm also beginning to suspect that it is more sentient than it lets on, due in part to the lack of randomness. I know that all my 60's albums are perfect, but there's also some damn fine stuff hidden somewhere on dusty cds, that I had long forgotten. How does it know what I like?
There's a pheasant in the garden, he visits every so often. I wonder where 'kes' the kestrel from last year has gone.I want a pet kestrel like that boy in that film set 'oop north'. I doubt a pheasant and a kestrel would get on too well though, kestrels tend to be a bit anti-social.
Why do all my blog entries sound like the ramblings of a mental defective?
I keep procrastinating, as the thought of doing my dissertation makes me bored and annoyed simultaneously. I hope I can get some done this evening.
Other than that, all is well, I is happy. My body has absorbed the effects of the weekend's fun.
At the moment I'm listening to my iPod on shuffle, and I can confidently state that I have an abundance of good music. I'm also beginning to suspect that it is more sentient than it lets on, due in part to the lack of randomness. I know that all my 60's albums are perfect, but there's also some damn fine stuff hidden somewhere on dusty cds, that I had long forgotten. How does it know what I like?
There's a pheasant in the garden, he visits every so often. I wonder where 'kes' the kestrel from last year has gone.I want a pet kestrel like that boy in that film set 'oop north'. I doubt a pheasant and a kestrel would get on too well though, kestrels tend to be a bit anti-social.
Why do all my blog entries sound like the ramblings of a mental defective?
I keep procrastinating, as the thought of doing my dissertation makes me bored and annoyed simultaneously. I hope I can get some done this evening.
Other than that, all is well, I is happy. My body has absorbed the effects of the weekend's fun.
i did the book at GCSE. it's actually a hillarious film, you just don't notice until you watch it drunk.
oh wait.