Yeah, in fact I’m two days late this week, but we won’t worry about that yet.
So here I am and here is this. And what has been to do, this week? Well I’ve been back into the meditation and found there’s a basement in my soul. Like when I walk around, there’s always this room beneath my feet to sink into, if I need to. So that’s been cool.
The charity walk went OK but it took us an hour and 45, which was a lot longer than it would’ve if we weren’t dealing with a load of children in the party as well. There are photos on my Flickr account, the sights of Melford and the backs of a lot of heads!! Rejoice!!1!
The Teutuls were in Hemsby! HEMSBY!!! Yes, the Teutul Boys from American Chopper, in the most unlikely location I could possibly have thought up for them. Hemsby in Norfolk, a coastal town that I holidayed in, on more than one occasion and even had Mumps there. I wonder if Hemsby’s found the 21st Century yet? It always seemed mired in the sixties, when I went there as a kid.
So that was last week and the next week holds… Uh… Work… The Sudbury Meet… Uh, that’s it I think!
So in closing, here’s the video of the week, as it was 90 years last Wednesday since the birth of that familiar typing error, Spike Milligna.
Well here’s another week and what do we have to report?
On Thursday, BBC News managed to Rickroll us, the bastards! You must’ve heard of the whole thing of being tricked into coming across Rick Astley’s hit of yesteryear, Never Gonna Give You Up? Well BBC News did something along those lines. Twice on the Six O Clock News. Bastards! Thank God I missed the Ten or I would’ve definitely looked like a n00b!
Also on Thursday, someone forgot to wear deodorant. *FACEPALM* Someone often forgets to do her hair but this was a new low for me… uh… someone.
Saturday I went to the Ipswich Meet but it wasn’t one of the better ones. I think we were too well attended and that usually makes it harder for me to write a meet report because there’ll be at least three conversations going on, all at once and I find it tough to keep the thread of any of them. I wrote hardly any notes, this time. I missed me old sparring partner, P/S – hope to catch him at the next meet. The steakburger at Tonic is still pretty much the best burger I ever had, and it was more manageable this time as the previous one was like trying to bite into a concrete tower block and this one was much more compact.
The weekend was a bit shit really but one thing made up for it. WE WON THE LOCAL DERBY!! And so we are seventh, one place below the play-offs and two places below Watford!! I was so right about them only making the play-offs. They’d need a rocket up their arse to win automatic promotion now. I cannot help but BE SMUG.
This morning I felt like I’d been in a car crash, as if I’d been severely bruised and thrown against a windscreen, but of course nothing of the sort had transpired! Once at work, I relaxed and zoned out a little bit, between customers. Considering that no man was directly involved; it was an emotional weekend, all in all. It’s made me re-examine a lot of things, including my own opinions and my own innate right to be wrong. If I’m wrong. I might not be wrong, but I don’t know yet. And if I don’t know then nobody knows!
Yes, that was a bit cryptic. That’s another right I’m reserving!
So what does the next week hold? The anniversary of the Late Spike Milligan’s birth – 90 years of Spike! For the last few weeks, I’ve been releasing books in memory of Spike, I take them to meets to put on OBCZ shelves but most of the time other BookCrossers leap on them and take them home. Which wasn’t what I intended but *shrug*. I suppose what I wanted was to share his works and as long as they’re read, then I guess really, that was what I intended. Also, another event of the next week is a four mile charity walk on Saturday afternoon. I thought we were taking the scenic route, which was why I said yes to it, but nooooo! We’re walking along the main roads so the fuzz can keep an eye on us. Drag. I think Fry and I will have to do the scenic route, one of these days. Just the two of us and Murph. I think it would be cool.
And in closing, this week’s favourite video. Bill Bailey does the BBC News theme. Last night I played this three times!!
Well another week begins and this morning found me at the hospital where I was born, for a pre-assessment for my double wisdom tooth-ectomy. My operation has been shifted back a week to the 2nd which is a pain; it means I’ve got to rearrange my booked holiday. It may not come to pass as my blood pressure was rather high – 137 / 102! I’m always affected by the old “White Coat Syndrome”, though.The mere sight of any doctor or nurse other than my own is guaranteed to send it sky high! Apparently I’ll wake up afterwards with an oxygen mask on my face and cheeks stuffed with gauze. I hope the hamster look is in, this year!
Once again, the Grand National came around and I failed to pick a horse that even finished! I picked Knowhere and Fry picked Slim Pickings, which came fourth. The Magic 8-Ball claimed that Hi Cloy was gonna win. Ha! Of course it didn’t! The Magic 8-Ball needs to stick to football and motor racing – it’s far more successful in those sports.
Have been single for eighteen full months, which is both good and perplexing. I guess it takes time to find a new fella, if you’re fussy. And am I! Very much so, to use the old footballing cliche. The Tattooed Builder is proving as much of an elusive tease as always – I’m getting the impression that to see him again, I might need to actually go to my old job one evening, text him and ask him if he’s in the local pub and see if he turns up in the shop! Of course, if he doesn’t, I’m stuck in town!
Haven’t been writing much on Draft Four but have been writing a lot of notes for Worlds Six and Seven, which is all stuff that had been tremendously vague up til now. I had vague ideas where it was gonna go, but nothing was decided until this weekend. Yay!
The Chelmsford Meet was OK – it was me, S/P, M/S, K/Kt, C/C and belatedly T/G turned up quite late. I’m still not hugely keen on the pub we’re going to now – I much preferred the old one but T/G sometimes needs to bring her baby and the old place didn’t allow children. It’s kinda cool to get to walk into Chelmsford sometimes although I don’t particularly want to eat at Caffe Rouge again as they don’t do decent chips!
So what’s on this week? Well obviously work, which is still great. Happily it’s my favourite BookCrossing Meet this Saturday – Ipswich! I love that one so much – it’s always the silliest fun, I laugh more when I’m there at that meet, than at any other time in my life!
In closing this week, let me share something that has only got funnier with every viewing. As Wil Wheaton says: “I could never get tired of this.”
