Thursday, 15 July 2010
What a lovely boat
Sat on a boat alongside in Singapore, and what a nice boat it is, the food is fantastic and the crew seem ice, looks like I might enjoy this one!
Monday, 12 July 2010
Work
OK so it looks like the enforced holiday has been terminated, eleven weeks off, wow! OK I really do need to get back to it and reset the fun token counter (bank account is looking ragged) so hopefully a good six weeks offshore will make it tick over a touch better (plus I can't spend it as easily when I'm nowhere near a shop)
Thursday, 8 July 2010
Mel & Collie
Having stated what a wonderful day it was, I grinned my way through most of yesterday, I must have grinned too much because at 7 PM I ran out of "Joie de vive" and spiraled into a deep dark funk, this mood refused to budge even after phone calls to mood evictors.
Fortunately for me, a very old and long lost friend (he is two years older than me) appeared on the net and we had a conversation which seemed to exorsize the mood I was in and provided me with a vehicle for jollification.
Thanks Andy, welcome back!
Fortunately for me, a very old and long lost friend (he is two years older than me) appeared on the net and we had a conversation which seemed to exorsize the mood I was in and provided me with a vehicle for jollification.
Thanks Andy, welcome back!
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
Listening to old tunes
OK so I have arrived at that point in my life where I listen to a song (having the sort of memory that is triggered by the senses, songs & tunes always evoke memories) and I realise that it is 20 years old (or even more) and I think to myself "no it can't be that long ago that I was....." But it IS that long ago and yes you WERE doing that (and wearing those clothes).
So much water under the bridge and so many empty beer bottles still those sharp little points of life that come shining through all the mists of time, how come they are so clear and I can't remember what I went shopping for?
So much water under the bridge and so many empty beer bottles still those sharp little points of life that come shining through all the mists of time, how come they are so clear and I can't remember what I went shopping for?
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