Year: 2001

Getting back on an even keel. Re-working site design. And generally trying to be healthier and stay away from the PC for longer. Is working just now but I know I will come crawling back like an estranged lover, with all the guilt that implies. OK, ok that’s a tad melodramatic (a tad! sheesh!) but you get the point. Have bought a bike to help me get fit, and a PlayStation 2 to, emmm, counteract that I suppose… dammit failed again.

A couple of days late, but happy birfday matey (and your better half too), and no mine isn’t til next month Stu… (but it did give me a much needed good laugh. Thanks!!).

God, I hate it when I do that, all cryptic and trying to pretend I’m part of an elite group of friends (which, of course, I am).

Interesting story from the Independent. Well worth a read, preferably by some Americans.

Received an email from a friend today. It said. “I’m alive.” My relief was instant and huge, I hadn’t heard from her since before last Tuesday’s attack on the WTC. She and her family are fine.

I only wish that were the same for those who have lost loved ones. The anger, sorrow, and sadness continues.

jish.nu – I sincerely hope for a measured response and not for America to react like this… I am aware that this is probably a relatively isolated incident.

Prayers, thoughts and condolences to everyone involved in this horror.

Walking for the train last night I passed some building works, a new office block no doubt, about 6 or 7 storeys high. Right at the top two guys were erecting scaffolding. Standing on one bar, hanging on to one upright, it all looked very precarious to me (and from someone with a mild fear of heights, bloody scary as well). Admittedly not quite as breathtaking as the pictures of the workers having lunch whilst working on the Empire State Building – pictures which demonstrate one thing, you must be certifiably nuts to do THAT job…. I digress.

It got me thinking about my fears, then onto my aspirations, and somehow round to my ‘selling out’. I used to be a staunch supporter of many things, and I still am. I just don’t vocalise my support as often (if at all). A few years back I remember a friend at university heckling someone for selling out and becoming middle aged. Is that person now me?