Not had the greatest day and I'm starting to feel a little trapped.

A while ago I agreed to do something, it was good for me and them.

Now though it's starting to inhibit me, I'm trying to do something else now and this is getting in the way, it's dragging me from what I want to do and making it nigh on impossible at times.

Don't wanna turn around and say no but I also can't carry on with them keeping me from doing what's best for me because I fear it's actually not just dragging me down but KEEPING me down, keeping me from moving on...

OK, I know that was the vaguest post ever but it's not so clear in my head right now either and it's a subject I've tended to avoid on my blog, work!

Recent Quips From Late Night
"We're still on the road to World War III. Things were looking a little grim last week -- all those countries pressuring us to call for an immediate cease-fire, but we stayed strong. Sure, we sent over Condi Rice to negotiate, but she's not there for cease-fire. No, she's there for 'sustainable cease-fire,' which considering the Middle East, is like sending her to bring back Jimmy Hoffa on a unicorn." --Stephen Colbert

"Yesterday Condoleezza Rice went into President Bush's office and said, 'I'm off to Lebanon.' And President Bush said, 'Vacation?'." --Jay Leno

"Saddam Hussein has been on a hunger strike for seventeen days. They had to nurse him back to health with a feeding tube to get him healthy enough so he can go back on trial. And then be put to death. It is an odd thing. Two years ago, we were dropping ten thousand pound bombs on the guy. Now we're feeding him nutrients through a tube. No wonder he's confused." --Jimmy Kimmel

"This Friday, 'American Idol' winner Taylor Hicks will go to the White House to meet with President Bush. That's pretty cool, isn't it? Imagine an awkward Southern guy, who nobody thought could win anything, sitting down with the 'American Idol,' Taylor Hicks." --Jay Leno

"In the debate in the House the other day on banning gay marriage, Democratic Tennessee Congressman Lincoln Davis said we should go one step further and outlaw adultery and make it a felony. Have an affair and you can go to prison. And you thought a lot of congressmen went to jail for bribery. How overcrowded it is going to be now?" --Jay Leno

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By the way, got a credit card statement yesterday...

Specifically the one with my new lappie on it.

Oops...

Hmm, so Pads has gone 24 hours blogging, CJ may or may not have sorted his wardrobe to make space for the large amount of bulletproof ties on order, Monkey-man and Hobbit have got engaged, Sminchin has travelled halfway around FRANCE (happy now? ), Xstich has finished a superb Care Bear, Molt has washed his car and Ros has been adding insects to her food and wine.

Hate to tell you this Ros, you're still not allowed on I'm a Non-Entity, Get Me Out Of Here... mainly because too many people have heard of you...

So, to compete with these achievements, how about my Sunday?

I've played Freelancer. Excessivly.

I have shot down many an attacking fighter, saved a few scientists and destroyed an entire space station.

Go me!

Oh, ripped more CDs too.

I was thinking of writing a serious post, heaven forbid, about the level of beeb-hating there seems to be around this site but I relised I'd only end up getting grief and some of it I agree with, just dislike the generality of all the beeb as evil zionist conspiracy theorist.

Although, to be honest the people coming up with these things are the self important delusional bloggers anyway so I find it hard to be bothered (you know who you are...) On an unrelated note had a Magnum Ice Cream at lunchtime.

So there it is, my exciting Sunday...

Hmm, and on a sidenote is it just me or are all Just For Men adverts exceptionally badly acted?

Does anyone else remember Frontier: Elite II?

It was this amazingly open ended game, there was a little back story about you being given a small space ship and some credits and from there you were on your own to do whatever you wanted.

In this case anything did mean ANYTHING, you could become a trader, a pirate, a bounty hunter, an intergalactic courier, even a taxi.

Simple rule was thus, if you could do it with a spaceship you could do it in this game.

In it's time it was stunning, open ended and only had missions as you asked for them.

I'm mentioning this because the latest installment of my game rediscovering following my new lappie is Freelancer.

This isn't as open ended by a large margin, there are mission based items that pop up every so often and guide you through the game but between these it is still very as-you-like-it.

It's not the world's greatest game by far but it's a lot of fun!

It's also great to see how the games have changed over the years.

Frontier, Elite II:

Freelancer:

Only the names, locations and events have been changed...

There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV.

This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news, and in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy.

He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Ron Burgundy was the balls.

GOD, I love this film (Anchorman, for those not in the know.)

QUOTE FRENZY!

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Ron Burgundy: [to dog] You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.

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Veronica Corningstone: Oh, Ron, there are literally thousands of men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 percent sure that I love you.

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Ron Burgundy: [to waiter] I'll have three fingers of Glenlivet, with a little bit of pepper... and some cheese.

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Ron Burgundy: I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.

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Brick Tamland: [while coughing] Cough. Look over here.
[spoken]
Brick Tamland: Excuse me, Veronica?
Veronica Corningstone: Yes? What is it, Brick?
Brick Tamland: I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party.
Veronica Corningstone: Excuse me?
Brick Tamland: [struggling] The... party. With the... with the pants. Party with pants?
Veronica Corningstone: Brick, are you saying that there's a party in your pants and that I'm invited?
Brick Tamland: That's it.

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Ed Harken: [on the phone] I have no idea where he would have gotten ahold of German pornography. But you and I are mature adults; we've both seen our share of pornographic materials. Oh, you never have? Of course you haven't, how stupid of me. Neither have I. I was just speaking in generalities. Right. I'll stop by the school a little later, Sister Margaret. Bye.

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Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don't remember.
Ron Burgundy: That's not a good start, but keep going...
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I'm pretty sure that's not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it.
Brick Tamland: I love... carpet.
[pause]
Brick Tamland: I love... desk.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp.
Ron Burgundy: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying it because you saw it?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp. I love lamp.

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Brick Tamland: I ate fiberglass insulation. It wasn't cotton candy like the guy said... my tummy itches.

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Ron Burgundy: [signing off] You stay classy, Planet Earth.

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Swiped from Subz...

Who's your superhero identity.

Name: Flame Ox
Secret Identity: Andy Spencer
Special Power: Crackling Tentacles
Transportation: Quantum Umbrella
Weapon: Psionic Flare
Costume: Silver Helmet
Sidekick: Sundance
Nemesis: Jack the Ripper
Tragic Flaw: Addicted to sugar
Favorite Food: Cashews

God how boring is ripping CDs?!

Doofus here hadn't backed up all his music and has some new stuff so is now having to rip a whomping huge pile of cds... and it really is the dullest thing you can do with a cd...

Here's a great delusional quote of the day: Andriy Shevchenko says he joined Chelski because of Roman Abramovich's "persistence".

No, you joined because of his WALLET. Would you have joined the old Chelsea, back when they were actually liked under Vialli?

You joined because first, he could pay your unrealistic wage and second because you can join the three teams of big name players happy to sit on a bench because, unlike the wonderful people who leave/reject Cheslki, they're more bothered about their bank balance than their honours, Shaun Wright-Phillips anyone?

I'm bored.

It's ridiculous.

I've only just finished a major stress morning of doing lots of stuff and now I have an afternoon of mad frantic work to do too.

But I can't do half of it yet (my sugestion I read the sport NOW didn't go down too well... damn schedules...)

The other half I'm waiting for audio off other people so I know what I'm doing.

Can they get it in now while I'm having a quiet hour?

Can they 'eck as like!

WHATS YOUR CURRENT...
Mood: Strange...
Outfit: Tshirt and shorts.
Shoes: Bare feet
Hair style: Usual "as it comes" style.

LAST THING YOU...
Ate: Ham with garlic and herb potatoes
Drank: Cola
Sang: One of our jingles in a 'dah-de-dah' way.
Heard: The telly.

RANDOM QUESTIONS...
Do you collect anything? Books, music, dvds, pc games, gadgets...
Is your room forever messy? Hmm, not too bad actually.
What's one of your talents? Creating trails.
Are you violent? No
How many pushups can you do? Depends who's aiming a gun at me.
Do you read for fun? All the time, is there any other way?!
Do you act your age? Sometimes, sometimes not.
Can you dance? No.

My Yahoo Horoscope...

To make up one's own mind is never an easy task. For you, dear Scorpio, it is particularly difficult. Today, something in the air will enable you to unify your thoughts. You will be able to make decisions fairly easily. But if you can't make up your mind on a certain subject, feel free to think a bit longer before you decide. There is no need to rush into anything.

Is it just me or is that even more vague than the usual fiction these things are full of?

Quick translate for those NOT being paid per word... "You'll make choices today. One can wait till tomorrow."

Yeah, that only counts for 1/12th of the population...

Spose it's not as bad as Mystic Meg was on the lottery...

"I see... a man... With a lottery ticket... And a woman will be celebrating toooOOOooo...."

The Case of the Vanishing Scripts

As I doffed my hat and coat and slid my walking stick into it's holder inside the doorway of 221B Baker Street I could sense a certain tension from inside the study of my good friend Sherlock Holmes.

I made my way into the room to find Holmes in his most thoughtful manner, chin in hand, eyes half closed, cogitating upon some mystery he would, I'm sure, soon enlighten me of.

"Ah, Watson!" the great man exclaimed. "I hae been presented a most singular case, appearing to be a most cunning theft that cause much distress."

"Good Lord," I replied. "A wedding ring? Deeds to a house, a lost treasure map?!"

"Even more dire than that, I'm afraid dear Watson. This was a theft from her majesty's own British Broadcasting Corporation!"

Holmes then explained the circumstances behind the case, between type and print a series of most serious and important documents had gone missing.

The documents were to make up the bulleting advising all in the listening area of the latest news of the day surrounding sporting achievements and manoeuvers.

Their loss caused much discomfort to the reader of said bulletin who was forced, as their dissapearence happened mere moments before the alloted time, to innovate and improvise a goodly third of the report, sounding none the less like a slightly dim child upon a lack of ready facts at his fingertips as had been expected.

Holmes and I made our way to the residence in question, upon entering I stood back to let the great man do his work.

Magnifying glass in hand Holmes explored most minisculetly the area, suddenly smiling confidently and striding past us, filling his pipe as he went.

"My word, Holmes, is the case solved?" I asked expectantly.

"Oh yes, Watson," he replied, "I know the culprit.

"He is a man of middling height, wearing an unwashed shirt with no buttons and short sleeves, rather grubby trousers made of denim and thick spectacles made of a strange material. He is well educated but socially ineffectual, helped by his own sense of self importance and arrogance."

I stood speechless, having seen no clues that would lead to any type of identification, let alone one such solid and detailed.

"Upon my word Holmes, next you'll tell me you know what the criminal does for a living!"

"Oh, I do Watson, I do."

"Heavens Holmes, do tell me!"

"Well Watson, He's the idiotic man who designed a system of document writing and filing for the BBC that never knows which printers it can use and picks one at random across the entire country each time, I have no doubt the documents will be discovered in the regional BBC reporting office in Little Tupping-In-The-Wold, Yorkshire..."

As ever, my estimation for the great man was unmatched.

THE END

I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless,
It's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless.

Only she hasn't.

So, I've had her for a couple weeks or so now, and she's still nameless.

She sits there, looking pretty and being lovely and helpful for anything I need... and yet is nameless.

So, do I or don't I?

Thoughts?

PS, if you suggest a name, no football and no blogger names! I feel mythology may be the way to go, or a nice name.

"This morning the Vatican weighed in on the crisis. The Vatican came out and condemned Israel's attacks on Lebanon ... which is great, because all day yesterday, the Jews and Muslims were asking, 'What do the Catholics think?'" --Conan O'Brien

"When it gets hot, so hot you can't stand it and the steam is rising from your scalp, do you worry about global warming? Well, George Bush is now also worried about global warming, but he has a plan. He's going to invade the sun." --David Letterman

"According to an AP poll, 66% of people say it is okay to lie under certain circumstances, to which the oil companies said, 'That's what we've been trying to tell everybody.'" --Jay Leno

"A whole lot of turmoil this week, so let's get right to it. Starting as always with ... the Middle East. This week, the area's usual subconscious depression collided with storms of violent anger moving on from Israel on up to Gaza and straight on up through to Lebanon. By the way, if you're in the Mid-East, this is your 6,021 straight week of seething rage, and guess what guys? That's a new record, breaking the old mark of 6,020 weeks set by you last week. ... Moving on over to the East, a severe crazy front [on screen: picture of North Korean Dictator Kim Jong-Il] could move into nearby Japan as a cloud of crippling fear" --Daily Show correspondent Jason Jones

"Washington, D.C. Police Chief Charles Ramsey declared a crime emergency in that city. He said crime is out of control. He says it's caused mainly by two rival gangs -- the Republicans and the Democrats. ... It's gotten so bad now that Ted Kennedy won't go to a liquor store after dark." -Jay Leno

"President Bush had a phone conversation with the astronauts aboard the space shuttle. The odd thing is President Bush was the only one wearing a space helmet." --Conan O'Brien

"Last year the U.S. Army missed it's recruiting goal. But this year not only did they meet their goal, they exceeded it. They got 80,000 recruits. The bad news is all 80,000 of them used their connections to get in the Texas National Guard." --Jimmy Kimmel

Darn it, I was keeping track and then forgot!

My post a few down that was something I'd nicked from the beautiful Miss T was my 500th post!

So, you may gather from that my email is still not working, looks like the server is screwed right now which is really annoying, most of the fun of blog is the interaction and although I can check my own blog I'd end up having to keep refreshing everyone's blogs who I've comented on

Might just go be Evil a bit more...

Well, after I've done my usual klepto-act on this list from Molt.

In General

1. Name an electrical item?
My laptop (still un-named)

2. Name something you use in the garden?
A chair and a pint glass...

3. Is Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today?
Nope, it goes Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow if we're being pedantic...

4. If you were told you had been stumped trying to guide a wrongun' down to fine leg . . what would you say?
What in God's name am I doing playing cricket?!

5. What is the most ridiculous thing you've heard today?
Real Madrid signing Alonso...

6. Are jaffa cakes, cakes or are they biscuits? (ignore EEC guidelines)
Thus is the nature of existence, your jaffa may be whichever you want it to be.

7. What's one law you would introduce on your election as Prime Minister?
For certain crimes a life sentence means life.

8. What the most amount of consecutive sneezes you've ever done?
Umm, never really count.

9. Have you seen a shooting star?
Yep, most episodes in fact.

10.Do you know any star constellations?
Loads scarily.

11.Worst / best chatup line ever used / heard?
I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?

12.Have you ever got really really lost ?
I always know exactly where I am, it's the rest of the universe that's out of place.

13.Can you read a map?
Yep.

14.Have you got any pets?
One dog.

15.Whats the worse film you've ever seen?
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless zzzZZzzzZZZz..... *snort* Sorry, dropped off just THINKING about it. When a film can involve Kate Winslet with funky hair and Kirstin Dunst in her undies and I still refuse to ever watch it again... there's trouble.

Personals

1. Which side of the bed do you sleep?
Whichever I feel like.

2. A term of endearment that makes you cringe?
Hey, I'm not picky!

3. Are you left or right handed?
Right handed.

4. Are you left or right footed?
Right footed most of the time but I can pass with my left.

5. Name one weird/bizarre/fun . . habit or personality trait you have?
I used to do my entire paper round on autopilot, would literally get home not remembering I'd done it.

6. Now tell us the one you thought of first but thought I'm not putting that !!
That was the first thing!

7. Do you have a favourite glass or mug you always use?
Yeah, an old Cola mug that says "Half Time is there to remind you what life would be like without football" and a Stella pint glass.

Childhood
1. Did you pass your cycling profiency test?
Nope, cant cycle.

2. Can you swim 10metres underwater?
Can't swim either!

3. A favourite childhood food or drink?
My Mum's Beef Chow Mein, still love it.

4. Number of times you were sent to your room with no tea?
Don't think I was to be honest!

5. Most memorable childhood achievement?
None.

Beliefs
1. Do you believe in fate or choice?
Maybe we're fated to be making choices?

2. Do you believe in ghosts?
I really don't know, I'm tempted not to simply to spite frauds like Derek Acora et al.

3. Do you believe everything you see ?
Hell no, not with computer tech like it is now.

4. Do you believe in conspiracy theories ?
No, not major ones, they're strange fantasies dreamt up by often sad little people. Probably.

5. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I hope not, first sight of me is never impressive...

and finally . .

6. can you believe that your actually filling this in?
Yeah, I'll do anything!

After a fun morning being an Evil Genius (see below) I've now come crashing headlong into the world of technology tat.

Firstly my newly reinstalled Dreamweaver refuses point blank to play ball with the site I'm sposed to be updating... I've already been putting ot off because of my stressful week and now... Gah, I hate being seen as unreliable, I know I have reasons but they just come over as excuses...

And now, joy of joys, my email has crashed too. Can get onto the main yahoo site but the server wont respond for my email or anything... feck.

Think I might give it all up as a bad job and go watch a dvd... or sulk...

BTW, people who were having trouble getting on my site should now be ok, turns out these "active-x" error messages come from embedded audio on the page, specifically the artsy one with the pastel orange/green buttons.

I feel like I should be doing more exciting things to enjoy my final remaining Saturdays before the fricking football season... (for any confused people anything below the Prem... the parts of the season that eats my Saturdays for 8 months...)

Woke up lateish and spent a large part of the day exploring Civilisation IV which I'd bought ages ago in the hope my PC would be powerful enough and never played because, well... it wasn't.

When it comes to PC games I'm musch more the strategy or building type than action to be honest. Theme Hospital, Rollercoaster Tycoon, Civilisation, the Sierra City Builders, Sim City, all that kind of thing.

Scarily I even found a very cheap copy of Sim-Golf, building a golf club should NOT be this much fun!

Now I'm onto Evil Genius... if you haven't heard of this it's great, rather than be the hero you get to be the evil James Bond baddy with your mountain stronghold, bowler-hat throwing henchmen (mine's called CJ...) and intricate spy killing traps that actually work

Then spent much of the afternoon reading one of my charity shop purchases, Dune: Messiah.

So now I'm online, downloading updates for Evil Genius and blogging.

Anyone want the film rights to my life?

xxx

In one of my recent charity shop voyages I came across a collection of Philip Kindred Dick stories for 40p.

Until I read this my knowledge of him was fairly scarce, I knew he'd written "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep" which was the base for Blade Runner but really knew little else.

I've now found out he's the basis behind seven movies and wrote a ridiculous number of novels and short stories, a bundle of which were put together in this anthology.

Some were strange, like the man who shapes reality with his basement train set, some were tragic like the man who killed himself purely to escape advertising, some were funny like the weird "War With The Fnools"

It's obvious a lot of his own ideology and beliefs went into the books but I have to admit, I'm the kind of person who doesn't look into that too deeply that often, I don't mind a little introspection but when I start worrying about WHY an author wrote something I find it hard to still enjoy HOW he wrote it.

Then I got to the final book in the series "The Pre-Persons" and there's no way you can't not think.

In a nutshell it's a future where abortion laws have been taken to a bizarre absolute, that legal grey area has been solved as to when a soul enters a body, they've decided it's 12.

So, at any random time up to a childs 12th birthday, parents can phone up the Clinic and have their child taken away like a dog to the pound where they have 30 days to be adopted before they're "put to sleep".

Adoption has become a status symbol, at one point one character wants to get pregnant so she can have an abortion and be in the crowd.

The book then centralises around a group of anti-abortionists who try to change the world... but fail.

Dick's slight misogeny shines through, utting a chunk of the blame on the future womanhood but still it made me think (Normally man=good, woman=bad arguments will bore me rigid).

I still don't know my view on abortion, I think it's hard for me too, personally I think there's enough people in this world who need a child, have it and have it adopted.

But then we come across the glaring hole in my argument. I don't have to carry the thing, I don't have to buy new clothes as I expand to three times my waist size, I dont have to have a weight pressing down on my bladder making me need to pee as much as I need to vomit.

Lastly I don't need to take a load of time out my life, ram something large and screaming out of an orifice too small to take it and then forever be reminded, I was pregnant, I gave birth.

I think it's a couples choice, possibly 60/40 in favour of the woman and I know I'd rather not but this book was just freaky.

All in all it sounded too plausible, the natural progression from where we are having designer abortions to something like this.

Sometimes books can be far too fanciful to be believable, other ones you don't believe as such but the little cynic in you says "hang on...."

From the lovely Miss T.

1.If there was one thing you could have for free what would it be?
A huge building I could use as no-cost housing for those in need.

2.What was your first job?
Current and foreign affairs information distribution agent. (Paperboy)

3.Have you ever been sick on someone?
No.

4. Can you cook? What would you make me for my dinner?
Sort of, nothing cordon bleu (more like cordon bleugh) but I could do you a good pasta dish.

5.The last event you went to that required a ticket?
I can't remember, probly the cinema a couple years ago.

6. What would improve your day today?
A couple of phone calls.

7. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror...what do you think?
Nothing I could say on a public blog without finding I can't access it at work...

8. When was the last time you danced?
Gawd knows.

9. The last thing you read?
The Pre-Persons by Philip K Dick, more on that in the next post.

10. The last thing you watched?
My hands typing.

...While rustling round Miss T's drawers earlier I came across this lil thing I meant to do...

Home

Does your house have-

A drawer so full of crap that it is hard to open and shut?
Many!

An unnecessarily large number of empty carrier bags inside one another stashed somewhere?
I'm gonna agree with Miss T, carrier bags make great bin liners for small bins and other things.

A nice view?
Yep, rolling fields and a small village in one direction, Dartmoor in the other.

A room set aside for something you enjoy?
That's the house!

A room set aside for all the crap too big to go in the drawer?
Lol, my old room!

Something about which you have been saying “I must fix that at the weekend” for over 6 months?
Had a new bulb for my halogens for about two weeks since one of my spots blew.

Work.

Does your workplace have-

Air-conditioning?
In places!

Heating?
See previous!

A member of staff on a diet?
Lol, other than me?

A member of staff with a drink problem?
No, they find drinking quite easy!

A member of staff that is universally hated?
God yes!

A member of staff that is lusted after by the opposite sex in the office?
*Lost in my thoughts* Err, yes!

A member of staff lusted after by the same sex workers in the office?
Haha, Probably!

A jobsworth in blue serge on the front door?
Nope, one of three very lovely non-serged receptionist ladies (Or the Managers PA if things are quiet)

Friends.

Do you have-

A Friend you keep meaning to contact, but never do?
Thanks to the internet, no.

A friend who should know better yet you keep going and helping them out of the latest crap fest they got themselves into?
Yes...

A friend who is a bit of a liability in polite company?
Hmm,some aquaintances but no friends.

A friend who keeps making you think-“Why do I still talk to you”?
Not keep but I must admit (and se two answers back) occasionally...

A friend who makes you smile, even when they are not there?
Of course, some of the people on the list to the right do that!

A friend only you can see?
Only in certain daydreaming situations

So, I travel to a nearby shopping street to buy birthday card.

I return with card... and five books...

Now, I've spoken many times in the past about my charity shop addiction but this time some of the purchases have a little more direct connection to blogworld, and of course one blogger in particular although Miss Hobbit has other things on her mind (and by now probably heavily on her bladder too...)

Yes, my admission is... *Whispering* I bought Harry Potter Books....

I know, I know! But my defenses are threefold.

1) I need to know what the hype is about.
2) I was helping out two worthwhile charities.
3) I got very well kept copies of the first three books for just £3.50.

See, my problem has always been that I am singularly untalented in anything I can do in public and/or get paid for...

So when I were a nipper any story about some precocious little brat would just make me want to slap him upside the head...

I spose now I have a bank account, a career, a desire for an actual relationship and a duvet cover that is sans-superhero I should consider myself "grown up" and can hopefully read what are supposed to be fairly entertaining books without wanting to insert his wand up his... anyway...

Let's see...

So, I walked down to the station from work there was small cloud cover, a breeze and rain.

Yes, RAIN...

A mere sprinking of a drizzle that cooled without soaking, that, fluttered against my face like the frendliest of butterflies, that invigorated me to the core of my soul.

A beautiful cooling, perfect shower...

1) This is true.
2) This wasn't written to tick off Paddy...

At least one of the above statements is true...

We've got more weird blogs turning up (slowing the system down no doubt) that are bloggers usernames.blog and just contain a dictionary definition of something or another...

Why...?