Colan Commission
Finally got my hands on the Colan commission today (it arrived at Paul’s a few days ago). Et voila:
Chrissie
Phew
Just back from London again. I know, I know, it all seemed sorted out last time I wrote, but the truth is, I put a holding deposit on the Streatham Common place out of something like desperation. On reflection, it became clear to me that I simply don’t like Streatham very much (it’s far too bloody similar to round here, if you want the truth) and the place itself was a wee bit minging. Not terrible, but not to my liking. The open-plan downstairs was a negative, for me, and we won’t mention the state of the mattress in one of the bedrooms… (No, really, don’t ask.)
Today, Paul and I looked at another place just round the corner from this one. It was actually a bit better, and slightly cheaper, but the advantages were negated by it being right on top of a primary school as well as having severe fencing problems in the back garden… and the bathroom was a fucking disgrace. *sigh*
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Life in the Fast Lane, Lemme Tell Ya!
I’ve neglected the blog a bit again lately, but as I’m not getting much feedback off it and things have been fairly busy anyway, frankly, I couldn’t be arsed.
As mentioned last time, Andy came down on the 30th and left on the 4th. It was a good time on the whole. On the Sunday night, you’ll be shocked to hear, we didn’t get an Indian… we went for pizza instead—tuna and jalapenos. Maybe not everyone’s taste!
Ugly, blurry pic took in Bacchus, July 30th.
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Filling In
Andy Luke of Something-or-Other Fame is due here sometime around 6pm. I’m meeting him in Brum. He has housing problems and I don’t mind the company. He’ll be down till Friday, so I’ll have to curtail my animal sacrificing and cannibalism activities for a while…
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And The Lost Plot…
Hmmm. Just watched Lost. Did see all of series one and found it reasonably entertaining, but only about four episodes so far of series two. (I missed the Doctor Who finale too! Not watching nearly as much TV lately. Maybe not a bad thing.)
Anyway, Lost is worrying me. Some of this episode was getting a bit preachy. I think it’s an aspect that’s always been kinda there, but not annoyingly so. What I’m starting to think, though, is that if this slow-moving show ever reaches some point of conclusion, the obvious potential outcome—they’re all really dead and stuck in some limbo; they finally get free and head off for Heaven/Hell—will be the one they go for.
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The Lost Weekend
During my absence I had a long weekend, June 30th-July 3rd, with Andy Luke of Livejournal Fame (or is that Andy Luke of YouTube fame?).
Andy was due here Friday afternoon. At noon that day, the guy next door very kindly took mom’s clothes in his car for me, to donate to a local charity shop. Four bags, plus a bag of clothes hangers. Sorting that out really did my head in. It’s like another door closing, you know? I was depressed and went back to bed for a while. Andy arrived around 4.15pm; I finally woke up (again!) at 4.30, called him and explained the situation, and all was well.
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The Product
Society is an illusion, an artifice: a construct. It is the lever that keeps those in power comfortable. It creates order, it creates (or at least encourages) homogeneity, to keep its unstable mass neatly boxed and packaged. It sells luxury, novelty, entertainment and a myriad of non-essential trivialities upon which its users become hopelessly, unwittingly dependent, the administration of which lies with the organisations in power (be they government or financial/corporate).
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Mom’s Life in Pictures
This was half a thought I had shortly after mom died, which Paul encouraged me to develop. I spent a couple of hours on it last night, and Paul thinks it’s good enough to ‘make public,’ so to speak, and I’ll trust his judgement.
In Memory of Mom.
(Restored & Updated in May 2026)
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Mom
That’s mom, some years before I even existed, in the early to mid-’60s. The older woman is her mother, my nan, who died in 1989. It’s one of four little photobooth snaps mom carried around in her purse right to the end. I found them last night and shed tears.
I want to remember her a little bit. Paul called me this afternoon and we were on for over two hours. A bit of a life-saver, that. He was interested to see some of the older photos as he met her a couple of times and spoke to her on the phone occasionally.
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