Horse-piss, heart-ache and Hart no more

No more Tony Hart... shame. He was a lovely, excellent, inspiring man. RIP.

I finished reading Perseopolis

I had a one-night 'thing' with an ex, oping for it to turn out to start into something fresh, new, exciting. Too much whisky though and a reluctance to go into a relationship left me feeling sour?bitter?upset?tired?frustrated?longing?hoping?mournful?depressed? most of the day, leaving me to eat lots, be tired lots and buy random crap I don't need [but some really cool books too...]
Hope you are well reader it's too late, I've not done half the things I should've but I need sleep.
The weekend has taken bits out of me and left me feeling again [a good thing in itself as I had felt numb previously] - just not feeling good.

co2, c u later?

ok - so I put my name to the plot...
http://www.greenpeace.org.uk/climate/airplot/about-airplot

click and find out
what are we doing in the uk? really? we're letting the government control us slowly and more and more and for what? ultimately - i don't want to be here any more - canada is looking inviting...

I've just been described on a friend's website as a type of creature that, as I try not to put my name to this, my surname will be [surname] -

1: Collector of books, especially old ones and usually obtained for nothing or for 'bargain prices - honest!' 2: Dissarranger of order. The mere presence of a [surname]will cause rooms to untidy themselves and all vitally needed objects to hide or flee into different rooms. 3: A force that is there for one when needed. 4: A friend who has earned my respect by being himself.

I like it.

It sums me up well and, frankly, is flattering without egotistical. Grin.
hope you're well - not much to report bar the return to work, the tirenes of a week after work and that New year thing which has made me reflect a little about organisation. Or lack of [see definition 2....]

cthulhu - from line 1 we have scary geek...

calls for cthulhu - nice..



but if ever I become this guy - shoot me ok?
[and for those who say it's too late, I only got 12 points...]

MMIX or 2009-ish

Well, a year ago it was 2008 - and I was not expecting the upheaval that the last year was. It saw arguments, unsettlings, forgiveness and tiredness.
Illness and worry was only over-ridden by the amount of escapism I found with my friends in fantasy worlds of LARP and the friendships made in these groups would only strengthen my love for humanity.
I'm tired.
2009 and already I've gone rgey - grin - mainly due to the fact thatb in my hair is white hairspray from the fasntasy-porn stars themed new years eve party I'm currently still at.
Death and birth continue their circle in the world, with my friend Nirvana giving birth to lovely twins and the death of my great uncle and a friend called Angharad reminding me only of how grief can affect many on different levels.
Ambition and focus come only in miniature form this year - one of my 30th birthday presents was a set of miniatures for Cthulhu - I'm paining them and therefore have to purely focus on one thing for a while. A useful ability which will prove useful later.
I'm a teacher of maths. I'm a friend to many. I'm a family member to two separate families which has been researched back to the 1790s and I'm typing this while a group of kids jump on a mate of mine.
It's life.
I'm alive, living and typing. Illness is left behind in 2008 - for me anyhow.
Bring on 2009...