Man, cycled for about an hour and a half today. Which was cool – just surprising as my ‘winging’ it policy completely failed to stand up as I got lost in West London on my way to Portobello. Still, in the end I made it and enjoyed the scenic route. And I managed to fix Arvind’s wifi (well, mostly) which was geekily satisfying.
How I was able to cycle for an hour and a half given the lack of sleep (was out till the small hours at a v. fun birthday party on Sat…) is really beyond me, though.
Oh, at said party Lou inferred that I say ‘man’ too much. Which is probably a fair criticism. And Pob told me off for starting a sentence with ‘so…’. Apparently doing this makes me not only American, but a Microsoft Employee. I’ll resist in future ;).
Whoever said it would be a hotter August than it was a July, you’re an idiot. Damn I’m cold. Had to dig up my slippers tonight just to walk around the flat.
[sigh]. Looks like the Summer is properly over. It’s starting to get dark on the way back from work, the weather sucks and I can feel my S.A.D. kicking in. Have to counter by spending lots of time in rooms where you don’t notice the weather – bars, cinemas, work… etc.
Given how September and October seem to be lining up, that probably won’t be a problem…
A new Ladbroke’s has opened near me, and a couple of people have already moved into permanent seating positions. I don’t know what it is about betting shops that they need to generate such depressing environments for themselves; the windows have all been blocked (in what was quite an attractive, well lit storefront) and white mountingboard seals every wall. It looks like it must feel like being on the inside of a coffin.
Matt seemed to think that they shut out external sources of light so betters in residence wouldn’t notice the passage of time in the outside world, which seems rational enough in that respect… but if these guys are watching races/football matches, etc, they’ll know exactly what time it is…
Ah, ’tis a wonderful and variegated world we live in. The best I can hope for is that the Ladbroke’s faces the same end that the three preceding coffee shops that inhabited that space did: lack of custom.
I’m going to go right ahead and define procrastination as searching for things on eBay you don’t really need and only sllightly want. The funny thing is, as I’ve remarked before, I hate shopping. I just like having… stuff. I might have to tell Firefox somewhere not to let me access the ebay.co.uk domain…
Ah, self-discipline through needless technical jiggery pokery. Or is that just another form of procrastination, and I should just find some willpower. Who knows?
I’ve felt this for years, but last night, after a few drinks, on a friend’s balcony overlooking the entirety of London — well, it was breathtaking. I wish I’d had my camera, or that my phone camera could cope with low-light conditions. Even the Wheel looked awesome.
So if I’ve left you a message saying something about the wheel, or the view… that was the inspiration. Share and enjoy, that’s my motto…
Despite the glorious sunshine outside, I have a load of cruddy admin-type things, so will be online quite a bit. Looking at my bulging personal and work inboxes, I’m realising quite how many people I owe emails.
Whilst it seems I’m emotionally capable of sustaining a lot of friends, I think I’m only logistically capable of managing about 5. So apologies – will hopefully get back to you all soon!
Ok, so am quite tired and aware the blog posts are getting less structured, but wanted to get this thought down before it faded into meaninglessness in my notebook. Ricky (or is it Mickey) from the new Dr Who is the equivalent of Rimmer/Ace Rimmer from Red Dwarf, don’t you think? At least if you’ve seen the Cybermen episodes… A moment of redemption for a lifetime of mediocrity. That’s the stuff.
More thought through post on the greatness of the new Dr Who series to come (with the possible exception of the Cybermen episodes, although the jury’s out on that one); when I’m feeling less knackered.
Crikey, some geeky posts tonight. Gaming and Dr Who. Tomorrow I will post about women and sport and, erm, BEER, to prove my manliness. Oh yeah…
Last night I had a vivid dream that I was on holiday, somewhere mountainous in the Mediterranean, tasting blood-pink wine at €9 a bottle from a very odd off-license.
It wasn’t half bad.
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