Hells bells and little fishes!.... 48 hours without blogging and 24 without ever touching a computer, quite a feat for me and I managed it without even becoming subject to any unpleasant withdrawals!
The cause of my absence was of course the necessity to do at least two days work this week and was compounded by our having to attend a party on Saturday night.I say here 'having to attend' because to be honest I wasn't remotely looking forward to it. My job, albeit I don't work often, is very tiring and the thought of going to a party and making erudite conversation etc. did not fill me with joy. In the event having escaped work an hour early and made the effort to get myself into some semblance of appearing a party animal I had a damn good time.
By the time we arrived at 8pm (this party started at 3pm) the majority of our fellow party goers had consumed enough alcohol to prevent anyone from retaining the ability to make high brow conversation and instead a night of hilarious stupidity and dancing ensued. In these parts a good party, infact any nigh-time entertainment, is so rare I had sorta forgotten what fun it is just to allow the party animal out for a few hours. I of course suffered the usual 1st hour of everyone and his dog trying to persuade me to 'have a real drink', people just don't ever seem to understand the 'tee total' thing, but having made it patently obvious that I am naturally quite gregarious and that I just don't need a drink to have a good time, they gave up the fight thankfully.
We had promised ourselves that with work on Sunday in mind we would leave by 1am, needless to say we failed dismally to achieve this goal and having 'steered' PG into the flat at stupid o'clock I fell into bed for perhaps two hours sleep.
As a consequence my Sunday at work was somewhat 'trying', I arrived with only moments to spare, forgot to 'put my face on' and limped pathetically through to closing time! Having made it home and eaten, I parked myself infront of the tv to watch the gymnastics (wondering how on earth I used to do that) and promptly fell asleep.
The advancing years must be catching up with me. How was it that I used to live like this 24/7 and never feel the worse for wear? I was a gymnast for something like 10 years but this morning I still feel vaguely like I have spent hours on asymmetric bars just from dancing for a few hours! Oh to be young again!
Monday, 16 August 2004
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Lol.....it was easier than I would have anticipated but not something to be recommended none the less! :o)
The profile pic is actually an old one I just put back up for a change. I made it on a fun little site I found a while back.
Go to:
http://illustmaker.abi-station.com/index_en.shtml
and have a play!
OMG! That picture. Now I'm not sure if you and your cat are real or if you're cartoons.
Lovely post, Scottie. As always. Oh, and I've made an audio post. Just for you. LOL!!
so ya 'tripped the light fantastic,' eh? and did ya actually get PG on hiz feet? wow! im still cleaning puter barf off the desk today.. a pile of half digested microchips and rancid machine oil, he seems to feel better!
Magz: lol @ engine oil and puter in the same sentence! and no chance of getting PG on his feet, I found an alternative tho but that's another story ;o) hehe
Dale: We are really only cartoons, the rest is a myth! I'm off now to hear your dulcet tones :o)
Leif: Hell yeah of course Im interested! Does that mean he's in Athens right now with a team? I never made it to that level tho of course it was my dream, in my day a good coach was hard to find in the uk but I'm sure my ability would never have got me that far anyway!lol
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