Month: September 2003

Good Grief I think she's got it…

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Did it wrok for you?

(via Big Pink Cookie (via BlogDaddy))

Listening to: Pixies – Levitate Me

*Sniff* *Hack* *Cough*

Phlegm.

Too much phlegm.

Just thought I’d keep you all up-to-date with that.

Listening to: Johnny Cash – The Man Comes Around

Men!

So, Friday night 2 a.m. and with most people beginning to show the effects of a LOT of booze, as usual two guys got all hot headed and started the old pushey-pushey prelude to a fight.

The people and circumstances don’t really matter as they weren’t discussed, seemingly deemed unimportant by our two protagonists, after all they were too busy proving that they are ‘real men’. Tough, macho, and willing to stand up when challenged, they also managed to prove that they didn’t have two brain cells between them.

I find it difficult to fathom this kind of behaviour and as I’ve now been caught up in it twice, having the role of peacemaker somehow bestowed on me*, I’m getting royally pissed off.

Now, I’m a big guy, physically capable of looking after myself, and I’m semi-confident that, if I had no choice, then I would hold my own in a fight. However all my instincts and reactions would be against that course of action.

So what makes some men resort to this kind of macho behaviour. This blind rage that seems to erupt and is typically shrugged off as ‘bad temper’. Surely it is more than that. But what?

The guys involved are not thugs, and are both ‘alright’ in the main. Do we just excuse it as laddish behaviour? Boys will be boys? It’s the easy way out of that kind of situation, but if I was more closely involved I would want more than that as a response.

Next time, I’ve decided that if they want to knock lumps out of each other, so be it. Boys will be boys, or should I say, kids will be kids…

*It’s because I’m level-headed but big enough to stand between two guys.. I think..

Erk!

What do you get a bloke for his 30th? Gadgets, toys, Kylie books all probable…

Still here

Trapped nerve in elbow on Sunday, didn’t sleep, took Monday off. Woke up Monday morning with sore throat. Sore throat still here. Beginning of nasty cold methinks.

Sympathy please.

Later today: The tough men who aren’t – a rant (presuming I remember to write it).

Dieting (again)

14 weeks, 1lb a week = 1 stone before Xmas.

Last time we had a diet competition (well last time I entered) I lost two stone in ten weeks. I’ve put on about 9 lbs since then but I’m reasonably confident of losing two stone again before Xmas. The fact that there will be £60 odd quid at stake has nothing to do with it…

Updated: OK, I think I need to clarify things. I’m NOT that bothered if I don’t lose two stone in the coming fourteen weeks, I’m also not that bothered if I don’t win the money (my competitive nature will see to that no doubt), and I’m not aiming any higher than 2lbs a week for the duration. I will be exercising more and watching what I eat. If I only lose a stone that’s fine. If I only lose 9lbs then that’ll be fine too.

Don’t worry I’m very sensible really. Honestly I am.

Stop laughing at the back!

Journaling

Been a busy old week.

Tuesday night played basketball and met C in the pub (arranging to visit his offices in a couple of weeks).

Wednesday night went out for dinner to the Cricklewood in Bothwell with some friends – plenty of funny stories that won’t be funny to anyone else.

Thursday night, played 5-a-side, visit my Gran in hospital (she was out of bed sitting in a chair, is off her drip, and seems to have the nurses running about after her – so she’s fine ;-), then a spot of shopping in Braehead to buy my Mum a belated birthday present and we bumped into Mel and Joanne that I used to work with.

Tonight we are through at my brother-in-laws for a party – no occasion, more ‘any excuse’.

Tomorrow I REALLY need to get the front garden under control and we are going out for dinner (again) with Susan and Ian.

Sunday – I’ll be in bed.