Month: July 2003

Since moving to our first house, and having our first front and back gardens my fortnightly moan is now a predictable one. It concerns mowing the lawn in the front garden and comes in a variety of forms.

I don’t mind doing the back as it is only about 10ft square, the front however is much larger as we are on the corner so have the front of the house and the side to do as well (summer projects to remove some of this grass and replace with plants and gravel have yet to be finalised).

Of course when we moved in it was very exciting.. gardening! The new sex! I could pretend to be Alan Titchmarsh and Louise could wear thin tops and no bra. Then there were all the new toys to buy, a lawnmower being the main one.

Needless to say the novelty soon wore off and has since become a bit of a drag. Cut the grass, edge the grass, sweep up the cutting from the paths and pavement, rake the grass to lift the bits that my useless, inefficient Flymo doesn’t catch (tip: don’t buy on unless you like raking up grass as it spits the cuttings all over the damn place). Thing is it’s one of those chores that, once I get into it, I enjoy. I know it’s just the endorphins being released through physical exercise and the satisfaction of a job well done. But like any chore it’s, well, a chore…

Anyway, I’ll stop rambling on about the mundane. I mean What Do I Know?

Busy with loads to do at work.
But it’s sunny outside.

Busy with loads to do at home.
But it’s sunny outside.

Busy with loads to do for some side projects.
But it’s sunny outside.

Isn’t it amazing how us Brits are ruled by the weather.

Apologies for those in the south of England, I gather it’s raining every so slightly down there… shame…

The burst water pipe on London Road and the 20ft high geyser gushing from it (and driving past it in a convertible).

The man in tight yellow outfit, including cap, goggles and headphones, swaggering along Argyll Street making everyone smile and laugh (and I think he was doing it on purpose).

The banana skin outside Central Station, lying in perfect ‘comedy’ position.

The man in his thirties and the woman in her sixties furtively looking around them before kissing. Dangerous liason?

Finally decided on a ‘theme’ for The Blogathing – for Blogathon 2003.

I’m still accepting suggestions which will be used to ensure I maintain a reasonable level of ‘quality’ output. Ya see that way the onus is on you guys, if the level drops below the usual high standards (who’s laughing at the back!) then you can’t complain… or something.

Now, have you sponsored me yet?

Does the apostrophe stand a chance in the 21st century?

So, does it?

Wireless-B Media Adapter.

Hook up (via wireless connection) your PC to your hi-fi and TV, then browse for MP3s or JPGs… geek heaven.