Month: September 2003

Consistency lacking

A short while before I went on holiday I downloaded (again) w.bloggar and a little plugin that allowed me to add which track was currently swirling round my head. Of course for this to work I need to use w.bloggar exclusively when posting and, obviously, I’ve not been.

It’s almost like my life in microcosm, and reminds me that this blog is, above all else, about me and ‘of’ me. I get bored with new things quickly, marvelling in gadgets and gizmos but casting them aside after the inital excitement has died down. Everytime I do that I remind myself that I shouldn’t and next time I won’t… then the next time rolls around and I do exactly the same.

It also reflects my diverse (odd) range of interests, and whilst I realise I’m not alone in that aspect I do sometimes worry that I am a jack of all trades, master of none. There is no topic I would claim to know everything (or at the very least – most) about. Fellow sufferers of this affliction will confirm that it frequently reminds you that, once again, you aren’t the best at anything. Not good if you are of competitive nature.

Further proof of this lies in the forthcoming game of basketball we have arranged at work. It’s my specialist sport and yet have already found out that one the opposing team has certificates! (It’s a mixed sex game with people at work).

This is the life of “Mr.Slightly-above-average”, once known as “that-kid-must-do-better”.

Christ, that was depressing. I’m actually in quite a good mood (if slightly hungry).

Listening to: The Waterboys – Fisherman’s Blues

Yawn

No motivation, post holiday blues.

So I’ll fill a little time by telling you a story.

In a village in Spain, a woman of undetermined age (let’s say she’s my mother-in-law) is accompanied by her daughter to a shop to buy postage stamps. They approach the counter, behind which sits an elderly Spaniard. In her best (just rehearsed) Spanish, she asks for seven stamps to be used to send letters to Scotland. The elderly man smirks slightly, and without saying a word, places the stamps on the counter. The woman puzzled by his expression, pays for the stamps as leaves. She returns to her home and relates the story to her husband, who speaks fluent Spanish.

He laughs hard for a moment and explains that she had asked for seven toilets to be delivered to Scotland….

Family

Whilst we were away my Gran was taken into hospital. She is fine now, but my Mum was a bit worried about her, as was I, I’m just back from visiting her at the hospital and don’t have the energy to post about our holiday. Expect more tomorrow and probably a few choice photos too.

Tomorrow.

Work.

Pah.

Home again, home again…

Unpacking, finding gifts, washing clothes, deleting emails, trying to catch up on blogroll and about to open a bottle of wine before going to bed.

Probably more … mañana..

213

I’ve finally succumbed to the internet cafe. I’ve walked past it every couple of days, and ignored it’s calls. It’s not so easy once I’ve had a couple of cerveza (hic). Will catch up with you all on Sunday (if I’m not cutting the grass), and the stories of the holiday will be told, including “The Seven Toilets” a classic in the making.

I’ve just checked and I’ve too many emails to go through (213), but will reply to everyone soon I promise, manyana postada (spelling?) though!