Just with more cynical lifecrit, and less art…
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I don’t know… It’s all a bit of a mystery!

This is me, testing writing a post from the Jesus phone…

So then… after what has been a not too shabby week, we were planning to get out of town for the weekend and go up to Sacha’s dad’s boat. It’s usually a good plan to go up there in good weather, because being on water is a cold old business, but going up there, light the woodburner, get some grub on the go, sit out on deck with a blanket, a bottle of something nice and look at the stars.

And this is what was welcoming us this morning… shot from the living room window over the ’step in time view’ we have… hmmm… might think about swapping that bottle of something nice for a thermos of tea and break out the hot water bottles.

Fun.

It’s quarter to seven, Tuesday 31st of March 2009, and we’ve run out of coffee.

This is bad.

Picture the scene: a long and frankly insane day at work. Once the office is shut up, the lab closed down for the night. Pub, warm flat beer, salt and vinegar crisps.

Nice.

No… well I don’t anyway. You all know me by now… I don’t beleive anything I see on the commercial channels on the gogglebox; but this one really takes to cocking biscuit.

Vanish Colour Magnets.

I mean… please. Who believes this shit? According to the advert, when you use these things with your regular detergent, it traps colours the colours that are washing out of your clothes and keeps them locked tight in this… thing.

Bullshit. I’m sure there’s going to be something roughly scientific in the making, but I seriously doubt it. Don’t buy it. In fact, don’t buy anything you see on the TV. It’s all lies I tell you. LIES!

End.

So… yes. Indeed. It’s been a fair while since I made a post to this site. Again, gentle readers (the few of you that there are) – apologies for that. In an attempt to keep you readers happy, I’m making a habit of trying to get at least a post a week in from this day onward. This is in no way a new years resolution – I don’t think that this depressing time of year is a good time to try and do anything – but it’s something that I want to try and do at the very least.

Well… I moved house three weeks ago. Moved in with my lover Sacha. The flat was a little lacking in love, and I think we’ve given it some. A splash of paint, some art on the walls and the addition ofsome heating means this little flat in a nice part of town is something rather special. My personal favourit room so far is the living room, which is painted a rather splendid shade of red. No too dissimilar to the red of the header of this blog.

It’s funny how time vanishes when you’re having fun. Living here, working hard and generally being well all means that the old things goes out the window a touch. I’ve never been very good in keeping in contact with old friends, and this year is proving no exception. I keep intending on phoning people that are overseas now I have the internet installed – a fun and painful experience that I shall keep for another day; let’s just say that I’m not too over enamoured with Virgin Media’s customer service. But it’s in now, and I have a Skype subscription. Hell… perhaps it’s a good idea to use it.

In other news, it’s only a few days now until the rents are finally moving to France. Yes, it’s true. After what seems like years of talking, shuffling and generally pointing in the direction of South, they’re off. The house is packed up, the removal men are coming this Friday. I can see that the weekend – which I am spending mostly alone because Sacha is working – is going to be a touch emotional. Still, they’re coming round in the evening for tea. I don’t know what I’m going to cook them; perhaps beans on toast or something like that.

Right… I’d write some more, but I’ve got things to be getting on with! And I’ve got to go and get her ladyship from work… see you all later chaps.

Well then… here we are people. In that dead time between xmas and new year where, technically, the world should return to normal, where all these days are just honest normal working days, but in reality this turns into ’sorry, they’re out of the office until (insert whenever here).

So, in honour of this… I thought I’d round up some of the stuff that’s been going on in HLoFLand in the last 12 months.

As Dylan Thomas wrote: to begin, at the beginning.

Following some nasty rumours, I’d like to warm the cockles of all that care / are interested, and tell you that I’m very much still here on planet Earth; I’ve just been a little quiet latley…

Very tired.

I’ve been, er… working a lot… yeah.