Blank canvas

A big empty white space. That’s it. All I’ve got. As far as I can get. So many things are flittering about in my head but I can’t grasp one long enough to form a coherent thought around it (or even OF it…). Blunkett’s latest immigration laws. The Pelamis energy convertor ‘wave power machine’. The sickening pictures of George W smooozing his way onto stage as he launches his campaign for re-election (although the fact that he is starting it early is a good sign… running scared I hope). Obscene profits by the Royal Bank of Scotland. Then there’s real life. A friend going through a hard time. A general malaise descending on everything. Professional stagnancy. Waiting on payday on …

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ANARCHY!!!

Historic Online Protest: Grey Tuesday “It’s time for music fans to stand up and demand change from the music industry’s copyright cartel. Tuesday, February 24 will be a day of coordinated civil disobedience: websites will post Danger Mouse’s Grey Album on their site for 24 hours in protest of EMI’s attempts to censor this work. DJ Danger Mouse created a remix of Jay-Z’s the Black Album and the Beatles White Album, and called it the Grey Album. Jay-Z’s record label, Roc-A-Fella, released an a capella version of his Black Album specifically to encourage remixes like this one. But despite praise from music fans and major media outlets like Rolling Stone (“an ingenious hip-hop record that sounds oddly ahead of its …

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Pah

Thank you all for your generous offers to get me off work today. Not. In lieu of a sicknote then, does anyone have any motivation they can spare? No? Arse. Well in that case all you’re getting for the meantime is this thought: If only the good die young, what does that say about OAPs?

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Chelsea Whoppers defined

Well I thought I’d do a little research into this. Starting with Brian’s suggestion of “A quarter of..” I got no further. It was all I could do to stop myself ordering half the site!!! And Texan’s… wow. Yum. Ohh and to answer two questions:1. Yes I’m supposed to be on a diet (‘Supposed’ being the operative word).2. Chelsea Whoppers are a sort of chocolatey fudge bar coated in cocoa powder. They look like this:

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Whopperific

I mentioned Biggar last week, but I neglected to mention the little olde fashioned shop selling all the sweets from our childhood. Flying saucers! Cinder candy! We spent the best part of 10 minutes oohhh-ing and ahhhh-ing over the display. Cherry Lips! ABC Letters! What fun we had, and from the expression on the shop owner’s face we weren’t the first people to react that way and I got the feeling that half the fun of the shop was taken from watching people’s reactions. Then a long distance memory dredged itself up from the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain, I turned to the shop keeper and asked: “Do you sell Chelsea Whoppers?” Alas, she didn’t. The mood was soured …

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Jumping annuals Batman!

(OK, the title is crap. This post is NOT about leaping Geraniums and Petunias, but it is about leaping…) I just don’t know what to do with myself (top song that, scarily prophetic in this case). The weekend looms, and as usual for a Friday I’m already planning ahead. Saturday will see us visiting family, and catching up on the movies we didn’t go and see last weekend, or during the week for that matter. There is rugby to be watched, despite how painful it may well be. Sunday and Louise is off to a wedding fayre with a friend, leaving me with pretty much the whole day to myself. Do I tackle some gardening? Forecast is sunny but cold …

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Creeping habits

I’m in a very good mood today. Woke up, opened the curtains, and quickly shut them again at the subtle request of my darling wife (AARRGHHH SHUT THE FUCKING CURTAINS!!). Once she got up I opened them again and marveled at the morning sky. Not a cloud in sight, a brushing of frost across every surface, and the sun creeping up over the horizon, fiery orange blending to pale blue. Gorgeous. I love mornings like these. Crisp and cold, fresh and dry. Lovely. My wife likes them too, once she gets rid of the babbling idiot who, in the short journey to the station, points out every little joy of a crisp winter’s morning. My mood was further enhanced by …

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