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Monday 21st May
2007
Sticking with the
"Life's a crock of shit" theme - I had a re-root filling the other day and
I feel like someone's whacked me in the face with a mallet. Not that I've
ever been whacked in the face with a mallet, though I'm sure pretty sure
it's not too dissimilar to a root canal. So this is a re-root
because the first one didn't work properly. I'm able to write this
because my Nurofen/Coffee cocktail is kicking in. Damn teeth.
I still don't know
what to do about Olly. I hope he gives me a really clear sign when he's
had enough. He sneezed out some blood yesterday (the tumour is in his
mouth) but he's still eating and purring and pottering around in the
garden, although he sleeps a lot more. I just wish he could tell me, you
know. Damn language barriers.
So, damn all round
really.
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Sunday 13th May
2007
It never fails to amaze me that people still visit this
site despite the fact that I shamefully neglect it. To those, I salute
you.
I’m having an ISP dilemma
at the moment and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be changing to another
provider which means this and the photo site will have to go. There will
be a link to the new URL just as soon as I’ve got my act together so fear
not, I’ll point you in the right direction when the time comes.
My cat, Olly, has a
tumour. He was diagnosed a few weeks ago and he’s living on borrowed time
right now. I’ve attempted to write about it several times over the last
couple of weeks but
I’m never sure how to broach the subject of death without sounding
flippant (as I probably do now) or a gibbering wreck (like when I
first tried to write). Olly is an absolute doll. He’s been my buddy for
14 years and I’m going to miss him more than words can convey.
And that poor little
girl, Madeleine. It’s heartbreaking to see her parents, and the
media, appealing to a conscience that probably doesn’t exist.
It’s a mad world,
people.
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Monday 2nd April
2007
Joistmonkey - you're the man! I just listened to a snippet
of '9 crimes' on iTunes and that's definitely the song I'm after, thanks.
The guy in the photo is Peter Andre. We went to a
local farm at the weekend and he was there apparently making a
fly-on-the-wall
documentary. The camera woman had previously wrapped someone's knuckles
for taking a photo of him so I aimed blindly from my car. Unfortunately
the slow, shitty auto focus on my 10D let me down on this occasion.
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Monday 26th March
2007
I've had the mother of all colds for almost 2 weeks that
culminated in an excruciating sinus infection over the weekend.
Fortunately I managed to get some happy pills from the Doctor
this morning. I blame the
kid. That damn school is one big, stinkin' germ pool.
Anyway, I've started selling photos on a couple of stock
sites. It took me 3 attempts to get accepted into one of them and that
particular one has yet to yield a single sale. The other, which I got
into first time, has sold 35 in 4 days. These sites are
really picky; you need to be pretty thick skinned to cope with the high
rejection rate. I have no elusions about the meagre amount I'll
earn from the sales but even if it generates a bit of pocket money
then perhaps I'll be able to afford a mini home studio eventually instead
of relying on a piece of white card, a little daylight and a lot of luck. You have to
speculate to accumulate, so I'm told.
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Monday 12th March
2007
 Good morning, and what a beautiful morning it is. Spring
has sprung, albeit briefly, but I'm of the glass half full
mentality this morning. It's 18° outside, my stomach
feels good and the threat of an arctic blizzard next week isn't going to
dampen my spirits. No, Siree.
I recently had an enquiry from a publishing company to
purchase one of my photos. I can't tell you any
more than that because the 7 page contract I had to sign stipulated that I
have to keep quiet or they send the heavies round to rough me up or
something, but it's
likely going to be used on the cover of a book being released in America.
They only pay if and when they use the picture so I don't want to jinx my
good fortune. Even if I could link them I probably wouldn't because they'd
check they're stats, find their way back here and think they're dealing
with some potty mouth half-wit who's using the money to fund a crack
habit. Needless to say it's not on this site. It's on a site where I keep
my mouth shut.
Happy (belated) Birthday to
Bob. May you continue to delight us with your wisdom and wit for many
years to come.
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Thursday 8th March
2007
 I heard a song on TV last night that I really like but I've
no idea what it's called. It's a ballad sung by a woman and I remember the line "the wrong time to think of you". She had a fantastic
voice. I've googled it but had no luck. I know it's a long shot but...any ideas?
I saw the nutritionist that I mentioned a few weeks back
and, as I suspected, he was very much into the
holistic approach. His room was full of crystals and other spiritual
paraphernalia. He gave me 3 homeopathic remedies, told me to avoid sugar, yeast and dairy, charged me £145 and told me to come back in 3
weeks. I'm now on day 6 of the "elimination diet" and I have
noticed a slight improvement. It's not perfect and I've succumbed to the
lure of the biscuit tin on several occasions, but on the whole I'm doing
good. I couldn't
sustain this for long though because I'm constantly hungry. The fact that I have noticed an improvement is
somewhat of an incentive. Socially it really sucks. I find myself avoiding
situations that might compromise my resolve. My stomach may be getting better but
I'll have no friends left at the end of this. If there even is an end.
He also tried to broach the subject of smoking but I shot him one of my fuck off and die looks and he quickly
retreated. I know I need to quit that disgusting habit but you're
depriving me of chocolate and cookies and just about every other
food item that isn't green or grown in the ground and you're trying to
throw that into the equation too? Don't even go there.
Onwards and upwards, or sideways. Or something.
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Thursday 15th February
2007
I can't believe that Snow Patrol didn't bag the best band award
at the Brits last night. Oh, the injustice!
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Tuesday 13th February
2007
BF has booked me an
appointment with a Nutritionist. So much for roses and chocolates on
Valentine's. I hope this guy likes a challenge because there's nothing I
haven't tried to help with my stomach problems. I know he's
going to fob me off with some psychological bullshit and a handful of
overpriced, herbal remedies. I sincerely hope he proves me wrong, but I
doubt he will.
I've started to grow
flowers and fruit in the greenhouse already. I'm a little premature as
Winter hasn't really bitten yet and I'm sure it will just as my seedlings
are about to germinate. There's no sign of life so far but I'm hoping
there's a little bit of magic working under that soil.
I've finished Half-Life.
Actually, BF finished Half-Life. I paused it to make a coffee and when I
came back in the room he'd spectacularly managed to defeat an enemy that
I'd waited 4 weeks to meet. Yeah, thanks for that.
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Wednesday 7th
February 2007
Yes, it's been a while.
I'm beyond apologising so let's just get on with it, shall we! Nothing new
to tell really but I'll try and muster up something if only to appease
Alice ;-)
Joe has a "dressing up
day" at school on Friday. The kids have to go dressed as a character from
a fairytale or comic book. I'm sure there'll be plenty of pristine Disney Store
outfits doing the rounds but I've decided to knock up a pirate suit with
some hem-it and a prayer. I'm totally shit at sewing and can just about
manage to stitch a button back on if pushed so this challenge is probably
a little ambitious for me. I'm sure a photo will follow.
I'm currently researching
info about my Father. I haven't seen him for over 30 years and
haven't given him much thought during that time but I had a vivid dream
recently that awakened something. I have his address and phone number
and could call him up right now if I felt so inclined, but I don't. I don't want to know him, I just want to
know about him. There's a big difference. I'm not really sure what I
hope to gain from this, if anything. I'd just like to know stuff
because I know so little.
I'm now on
chapter 12 of Half-Life with only 2 chapters left to play. I'm loving
this game a whole lot more than I should. I might have to write to Valve
and ask them to employ more people to work on Half-Life 3 because I'm
really going to miss popping a few bullets into those nasty combine. It's
very therapeutic.
OK, it's lunchtime and I'm
ravenous so I'll catch you later.
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Monday
8th / Friday 19th January 2007
 8th : Good morning folks! Well
it's 2007 and I managed to survive another year so that in itself is worth
celebrating, I suppose. Joe is now at school full time which
means I have a whole 6 hours every day to do all sorts of leisurely things
like try out some of those new coffee shops that keep popping up in town,
take photos, play on the Xbox and maybe squeeze in some housework if I get time.
We bought an Xbox after Christmas because all the spoilt little kids were
getting shiny new Xbox 360s and throwing their perfectly good consoles out. We bought it under the
guise of buying it for Joe* but I think I've accrued ten times the amount
of game play hours than he has. Infact, my typing was just interrupted by
the postman delivering Half-Life 2.
OK, it's now 19th January
and so much time has passed between now and the paragraph above that I
can't remember what distracted me, although I'm guessing I might have
popped Half-Life into the Xbox to test it and forgot to come back. It
happens.
So, what's new? Not much.
We've been having a few blustery days which the media have escalated to
killer storm status and sent reporters to the highest, most exposed
locations possible (like the Severn bridge, 15th storey of a hotel balcony
in Portsmouth, etc.) to send live reports back on how dreadful the weather
is and how we shouldn't go out because we'll all get blown away. What a
crock. It's a little bit of wind people, not a hurricane.
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