Till there was you

Now I'm confused. Ever had a great big reset button pressed ?(that's the kind of button that controls your life as opposed to your TV.)Well I feel I've taken a big step backwards (about two years) , but then a little one forwards. I'm not trying to be cryptic, after all this blog is mainly just for me to read later, and maybe recall how I felt at the time - but I won't go into details.
Again I had hardly any sleep , most of the night was taken up with by a quite remarkable online conversation with a long lost dear friend, and then I couldn't fall asleep, not isomnia this time, just a lot to think about!
Now I can hardly see for the headache
thats a bang bang banging.

Must go to work now

It's all too much...

Stayed up all night due to isomnia / worries / modern life / blah blah blah, I might as well have done a night shift! - ironically I am very tired.
(I sometimes work nights and this is just what it's like - Honest, except we don't wear hats anymore.)




(Do you think the gunman means "Ward Sister", or groovy stone cold killer street slang sister? - this fab comic book lasted all of 4 issues in the early 70's, thanks to my groovy source, whoever you are!- click on the image for it's full sized glory!)

Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey

If you are Claire Mason - go no further, anybody else read on.

(This picture is over two years old, one of a series - just in case you think I am a pyscho stalker, just seemed like a good point to post it)

normal service resumed

Sorry for that, doom and gloom will return shortly

Glad to be unhappy

Well faithful reader, you may be used to me being a miserable curmudgeon , who buys a lot of DVDs and listens to a lot of music. Er... essentially that is me I suppose , but deep deep down is a romantic heart tinged with optimism. I've just heard from a dear old friend ( I did have some once, cynics) who meant a lot to me, and for one moment , just one mind you, I remembered what happiness feels like - it's nice.


(thanks to whatever site I stole this picture from)

...must... pull... out... of... Dive!

I've just spent the last few hours compiling my annual Christmas CD compilation. Why do I do it you ask? I'm a self proclaimed Christmas hater after all? - optimism my friend, optimism! I send it out into the world and one day it may just come back. Am I trying to be enigmatic or just very tired, yes it's the latter.

(Why is the same old Christmas crap played on the radio and in stores! There is so much fabulous Christmas music out there, do we really need to hear Slade ever again? Aaagh! - cut to dollar Signs in Noddy Holders eyes - $$$ kerching $$$)

I was made for dancing

Another Stinky shift at work, but the clincher is the Venue for our "Christmas night out" rang up and cancelled due to overbooking. Lord knows I don't get out much, but is some cosmic force trying to tell me something? At my age the only excuse you get to dance is at Christmas, and I loved to dance when I was younger, I had the moves man , the moves! Shame, crying shame!