" Those who can do, those who can't laugh at those who can do."

I don't want to get all evangelical, but some people are just not nice! There I've said it , let the civil unrest begin! Riots, street justice, the end of civilisation. Er... what do I mean? Well for whatever reason, some "people" take a delight in lying, being anti-social, stirring up trouble, back stabbing, spreading sedition, basically being bad sorts! I won't go into details as it was some recent patient activity that has set me on this course.

I don't expect group hugs, rainbows, unicorns and soft focus in the world, but at the risk of sounding like a grumpy old man, things were better in the old days. There seems to be a genuine degradation in simple politeness and thinking of others, and maybe it is my rose coloured time machine kicking in, but I don't remember it being like this when I was a lad! It was all fields round here... etc...etc....(fades away like an old soldier....)

In similar but lighter news : Something that really bugs me is the apparent bafflement I see in peoples faces when faced with technology or a gadget ( OK this may be my stereotypical male love of gadgets kicking in). When people in the old days proclaimed there frustration at programming their video recorders, up went my hands in a frustrated waving fashion type of movement. Most modern pieces of technology are designed as ergonomically and logically as possible. Open your mind and embrace the new! (says the man without a mobile phone, and a huge collection of VHS movies - thankfully now long since overtaken by DVDs , oh no I can't afford HD DVD or BLU RAY!!!!..... disappears ouruboros style)

“The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: The bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.” - William Blake.

Heavens to Murgatroyd, exit stage left...

You know, I haven't really got enough stuff happening to post daily. After all there is only so much moaning one man can do (although I'm sure lot's of wives would disagree - I'm here all week folks!). So here's a stream of consciousness post...
I finally found out who the mystery blog reader was, it was my elusive brother. Unfortunately he didn't have time to give me a critical review, as he sped of into the distance - ho hum.

My last sibling to produce offspring, is going to do just that , so ... er... congratulations to my sister Brenda!

So much for global warming, I had to have my heating on today and it's almost July!

In good news :it's pay-day again already! Unfortunately, I'm like the Al Bundy (anyone?) of the direct debit, plus when my ex-wife gets her cheque (cheque ? - it's the 21st century baby!) then it's only the cartoon moths left in my wallet. But as long as there's enough left for some red wine and a few DVD's Billy is happy (in a relative sense at least). Probably for the best that I have no social life , I hear cash is involved!!!

(have I had this before? - no matter, it's still groovy!)

“Children are smarter than any of us. Know how I know that? I don't know one child with a full time job and children.” - Bill Hicks

“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”

I couldn't sleep last night. I've been troubled with insomnia for a few years now. However the last month or so things have quite improved. Last night was a return to the bad old days. Of course I had a bottle of wine last night, and while that may be contributing to my headache (it usually doesn't) it more often than not sends me to sleep too - rearrange those preceding words into something coherent would ya' ?

Ironically Tuesday is my one guaranteed "lie-in" if I'm off (I usually am), as my ex wife takes our daughter to school on that day. So I got up at Seven (yes, my two regular, and most beloved readers, I know to you two seven is a lie in in itself, I apologise).
So I decided too open a few boxes, that have been lying in my bedroom, undisturbed, since I moved in (let me point out that the boxes I opened are few, not the number in the bedroom, as they resemble the final scene of "Raiders of the Lost Ark", you know the warehouse bit).
What did I discover? Well some of my elusive record collection (cassettes yesterday, records today, go ask your mother again!). This box in particular was like a time capsule from the early 80's. ABC , Culture Club, Human League, John Foxx, OMD, Fad Gadget, even Jane Wiedlin (conveniently soon after the go-go's video, but true) Albums, a "Dare" picture disc (really, go ask that mother of yours again, she seems to be something of an expert on arcane technology!). I had already located my "cooler" lp's last year. Oh now I feel tired, miserable, uncool and old, so old. Good morning Tuesday!

ps. By the way that's Jane Wiedlin above, not some random knickerless, 50's glamour art re-staged girl.

pps. it seems my ipod has conked out! damn! damn! damn! Now how can I wander the streets looking moody without a suitable soundtrack?

"Dr. Jones. Again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away!"

Shirley Manson will return

“One always speaks badly when one has nothing to say” (Voltaire)

Third times a charm! Yes Virgin Media engineer coming out again on Wednesday, perhaps I can rejoin you folks in the 21st century soon.

Went round to the yard (how romantic) to get the car for the school run this morning, only to find a squadron of incontinent seagulls had been let loose overnight. Yes my little car was covered in crap. Seagull poo seems to come in two varieties, black bits and white bits, let me tell you the former are more resilient. I believe this is the same material permanent markers are made from.

I am feeling very worthless, fat and pointless tonight. If it were not for Andrea's all too distant visit, I would have nothing to look forward too. Cry little baby cry!

...and continuing the excellently named "wavy armed" theme...

“His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.” - Edith Wharton

“The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it”

I am tapping this out in morse code (yes it really is that slow).
For some reason I decided to tidy up when I got in from work. How much drek, detritus and junk do I own, stuff that has no earthly reason to be in my possession. Why was I keeping rolls and rolls of bubble wrap?
Earlier I chucked out a whole stinking pile of cassette tapes (go ask your mother).
I have barely scratched the surface. The adventure has just begun. (disappears into stack of cardboard boxes - fade to black)

I defy you not to love this video - go on, I defy you!

“And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.” - Billy Shakespeare

You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby

It's amazing that I can actually post at all. Yes my broadband connection is now running at about the same speed as a second class letter.

I called Virgin "support" last might, I was on for about an hour, but I've been on as long as two in the past few weeks. From July 1st they are going to start charging 25p per bloody minute !!! Basically I'll have to pay through the nose, to tell them how crap there service is!! I long for the days before NTL were bought out!

Work was very pleasant today. I wasn't expecting this as there is usually a correlation between how sunny it is and how many admissions we get. Less illness in good weather it seems.

At least my broadband woes, mean I've made a tiny dent in my DVD backlog.

Never did discover the "real" identity of the "phantom blog reader", how mysterious.

This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” - Confucius

The Self Preservation Society...

Time for bed. The "mystery blog reader" did not reveal his identity, but life goes on. Long shift tomorrow, so don't expect an happy Billy in ..er, 21 hours(ish).

Today I have mostly been watching Seinfeld! (My all-time favourite sit-com)

“The final mystery is oneself.” - Oscar Wilde