While it might have sounded a fun idea after a few pints, driving to Colchester and back is a terrifying thought.
Not least because the co-pilot would most likely end up killing me.
Category: Apropos of nothing
Love Story
Every adult life could be said to be defined by two great love stories. The first – the story of our quest for sexual love – is well known and well-charted. The second – the story of our quest for love from the world – is a more secret and shameful tale. And yet this second love story is no less intense than the first.
Shuffling forward
Twenty-eight years on the planet today, though some would say that I’m really from Mars.
Perfect excuse for a curry I’d say.
Drown some shamrock
“Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first, and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one.”
George Bernard Shaw
[via Something…]
Badger Baiting
It looks like someone noticed the badger shouting at the last Broken Family Band gig.
Of course my drunken heckling hasn’t reached the standards of Ferg, who questioned the existence of God at The Comedy Cupboard.
[Listening to: Punk Rock Girl – The Dead Milkmen – Death Rides a Pale Cow (2:36)]
Strange moments in Pub Toilets #1
You’re standing at the urinal minding your own business while doing your business when you hear someone say, “Mmm wooo.” At the further urinal away a dead ringer for the lead singer from Hot Chocolate has just made strange noises. Ever feel like life is one big rabbit hole?
[Listening to: Annie Waits – Ben Folds – Rockin’ the Suburbs (4:17)]
Mad Dogs and Englishmen
This report of the recent India v New Zealand cricket match fromThe Guardian made me laugh. It probably says more about how interesting a game of cricket is than any other piece of reporting.By your Command
You wouldn’t think it possible with the weather from the past few days, but I’ve been persuaded to go Californian and buy a pair of Rollerblades.
After a boozy Friday night I crawled out of bed and made it to the rollerblade shop on Mill Rd and got a lovely pair of Cylon boots with detatchable wheels on the bottom. Meeting some people at the Beehive Centre proved too much like exercise so we gave up after an hour and went drinking again.
It dulls the pain.
Op-tea-mism
The hot water boiler in the kitchen seems very optimistic.Every time I go to make a cup of tea there’s a red light blinking that says, “Half full.”
Is it safe?
Two words to strike fear into the heart of adult and child alike: Root Canal.
I’ve had an abcess for a while ever since I had to get eight fillings in one go and decided to find an NHS dentist to take care of it. Little did I know that it’d involve five injections of anaestethic, much drilling, and a good looking dentist poking around in the soft tissue of my gum for fourty minutes all made worse by having my appointment at eight in the morning.
The only thing that kept me sane was munching on Ibuprofen for the rest of the day. I’m probably over my limit, but I’ve a low tolerence for pain and a high tolerence for drugs.
Six days rest not before I go back for more drilling. Good time to watch Marathon Man again.