The Catwalk Beckons…
I just found out: I have a new career. I wish someone had told me. Where’s all the money? (This is what you find doing… Read More »The Catwalk Beckons…
I just found out: I have a new career. I wish someone had told me. Where’s all the money? (This is what you find doing… Read More »The Catwalk Beckons…
Banal weather report: Rainy weather. Dull sky. Atmosphere slightly humid but chilly around the edges. A bit crap, really. How can you please someone like… Read More »A Lot of Weather We’ve Been Having
Well, we did have a lead on a new home. But someone put a bid in first, so, POOF, now we don’t. I have mixed feelings. I really hated the location, if I’m being honest, so in that sense there’s relief… on the other hand, we’re still very much stuck here. *sigh*
However, we have spotted another suitable property, advertised today. The asking price is slightly lower than the last one, and even better, the location is preferable (not ideal, but definitely preferable). More news on that soon, I expect. I’m taking nothing for granted, but keeping my fingers crossed.
Read More »Our Flat-Hunting: The Last Stand!
Today, I’ve felt incredibly bored and listless. Maybe that’s what Bank Holidays are for—it’s time for the TV channels to replace their usual, stellar line-ups with a constant stream of ancient films that have already been shown a zillion times before.
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I was a bit bored and depressed earlier this week, I guess. I feel okay at the moment. My mood has been affected a lot by the uncertain house sale/move situation, really, although we have a (possible) lead on a new home right now. More later, probably!
Read More »Diagnosis Boredom
No updates over Christmas period. I couldn’t be arsed. Actually, I have (yet again) been wondering what purpose this Web site serves at all, and I’m lost for answers. It is something to do when all else fails, yes. I enjoy fiddling with it sometimes. But it doesn’t really say much or do much. It’s just there. Hmmm.
Christmas was quite boring. The television was generally rubbish, so no surprises there. The Only Fools and Horses special was pretty good—somewhat better than last year’s weak effort, anyhow. I OD’d on the soaps a bit, and they were, uh, full of shocks… Jamie died in EastEnders (wow, big surprise), Ray was the stalker in Emmerdale (wow, even bigger surprise), and Richard didn’t kill anyone in Corry (actually, that was a surprise).
The Hound of the Baskervilles film (mentioned here) was fairly good. It wasn’t quite as faithful to the original as had been implied, but I did like it. Although, Richard E. Grant being in it (as Stapleton) made me realise what an absolutely perfect Sherlock Holmes he’d make. Richard Roxburgh’s Holmes was okay, but Grant could have been genuinely great. A missed opportunity.
Read More »Christmas Entertainment
Hm. Someone recently suggested Web design as a possible career for me. I’m not really convinced. I mess about with Web design occasionally out of boredom as much as anything else. I’m not sure I enjoy it much, and the results are usually disappointing, because my design skills are never really up to realising what’s in my head.
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I’ve just been fiddling around with how the site looks again. I keep getting to hate how it looks. It’s not a major change… I’ll probably do something else with it in a week or so. A poor excuse for a way to kill time, I expect.
What it really needs is good content! Hmph. Might be foxed on that one.
Read More »What’s the Point?
Hmmm… well, I’m not even sure I have a need to do this blog anymore. But I guess I’ll keep it, at least until a better idea turns up. Maybe I’ll think of a good use for it sometime.
‘What about all your moaning about how crappy life is?’ Yeah, exactly. I’ve noticed that a lot of people use their blogs for that purpose and it makes me think, maybe perversely, that it must be a bit of a naff thing to do! In any case, I’d like to think that my desire to moan is diminishing… I could pretty easily whine about our dog’s illness, or the fact that my social life is, to say the least, minimalistic, but… it’s old. Been there, done it.
Read More »The Meaning of Whatever
I got asked to a pub last night where there was some karaoke going on. I don’t have a single clue why I bothered, because the mere concept is depressing—this is the kind of hopeless naffness you get sucked into when you don’t have a life. And sure enough, a parade of ageing and not-so-ageing exhibitionists mounted the stage and murdered a stream of 30-year-old songs that were crap to begin with.
Read More »Karaoke Queen