Year: 2001

Get lost, no I mean it in a nice way… This site has been a regular haunt of mine for, well over a year at least, and I still rely on it to make me look ‘cool’ (Hey guys, you seen this site… Wow man, that’s amazing, how do you find these?) – so I suppose I owe Jennett a beer or five, and a whole heap of thanks for his work. Just wish I was that dedicated!

It used to be that an apple a day kept the doctor away, well we are now in a technological age, so replace that apple with a simple mouse click or two. You can make a difference –
The Breast Cancer Site : Fund Mammograms for Free

Should’ve posted this yesterday (also posted on speechtherapy : )

From an outsider’s point of view (i.e. the rest of the world, although I am only speaking for me… obviously) the American ‘pride’ in being American is a strange thing. Tell me, what did you fight for to gain that pride? Who were your rulers? Where is the history of suffering that is now over that still burns underneath your passion for America. We are told that America is the best county in the world. The most powerful, the most successful, etc etc. But why? Where is the substance to this argument? There are more people in China, more inventions created in Scotland (well the major ones anyway), Australians are better are sport, etc etc. Yes you can argue against these modern day comparisons, but you can’t argue against history. I am proud to be Scottish as we survived under the rule of the English for longer than America has existed. Where does the pride come from?

Another overcast, hot, sticky, muggy day. Home for a quick shower methinks. We are on a health kick at the moment, well more a kind of healthy eating, ‘let’s actually bother cooking instead of slumping in front of the TV and having beans on toast’ type kick. So far so good, cannelloni, poached salmon, home-made (and healthy) pizza etc etc. Now I’ve just got to get back into this exercise thing and I’m sorted!

Thunderstorms. I love them, but not as much as she does. I sit and watch the rain, the forks of lightening, listen to the thunder. Then I sit and watch her, watch her react, happy, excited, like a child. That’s why I like thunderstorms.

Just checked my email, and I’m not sure whether to find this amusing or depressing. I got an email sent from my Mum & Dad from a motorway service station (near Exeter) at 2:55 a.m. They are on their way to catch the ferry to Santander. I used to think that this sort of tech fascination was the sole remit of my Dad and I, but from the prose I can tell it was my Mum. I can see the scene now:

Mum: “Go on, send him an email, it’s free!”
Dad: “Nah, he gets enough email already..”
Mum: “Ohh for goodness sake, I’ll do it.”

And so Dad will wander off to buy some sweeties (Mint Imperials or something toffee based) and Mum will send much delight in sending me an email. From a phone box. Near Exeter.

Dad’s right, I get enough email already 😉