Its that time of the evening! Correct. Journal update time...
I feel weird. Not drunk, not zoned. Just not really the usual mood for updating this... Its been an odd weekend, mainly due to the complete normality of the past few days. No epic mountain bike runs, no crazy gigs or run-ins with looney tramps and down-and-outs. Just a quiet weekend, pretty much by myself, bar a few visitors, getting the house vaguely suitable for winter, with my mum and dad. I suppose every once in a while, its good to have a few days break from the lunacy, just to pause and take stock.
SO, lets see. Wrote a couple of songs >Check! Fixed the kitchen roof >Check! Put up gates to replace the missing ones >Check! Did a bit of shopping, to prepare for next weekend >Check! Got pissed and ended up on the golf course in a hawthorn bush, covered in frost >No, its nowhere near new year yet...
Somehow, Im thinking I will have some tales to tell of my utter enjoyment in the company of Cakemix I'm so looking forward to this trip down to London.
I've also been a little slack with getting back in touch with the various folk who have stuck comments on my journal page, this past couple of days, if I have forgotten, I will get round to it, I promise. Today though, my thoughts were as to how to keep my two young half-cousins entertained. Regular readers to these pages will recall the funeral of their father, who died, recently, in a motorbike accident. It's nice to see how resilient and positive kids can be in the face of such craziness.
Went to the Trafford Centre today with 'girl who turns me to mush'. She's making plans to move permanently, to Cumbria with her fella.. God, it makes me feel.... Well, lets just draw a line under that one or I'll not be able to regale you with more drivel in this journal...
The trafford centre itself, bathed in iridescent, puke green light, belching its clouds of commerce over the surrounding towns did nothing to dampen my enthusiasm for merely being around her. Is this sad? Knowing she hates the place as much as I do, makes me feel warm and happy! There is a history which is too cutting and intense to watch slip away. I'm not going to interfere, however... I'm not that cruel.... 
Im sadly not feeling eloquent or flowery in my writings today, so apologies for the contents.. Dad said something which struck a poignant note though, I had the brainwave of setting the gates in the concrete whilst wedging enough card between the gate and post to leave enough room once the cement had set.. To which dad said: "Your cooking on gas today, my boy! Its times like these when I realised it REALLY was a good idea we had you..." No finer compliment, coming from my dad! I think I inherited his love of understatment from idolising him, all these years.
I shall draw this crap to a close now, I told you I was in a weird mood. Can't really explain it, its like *nothing*, mixed with a trembling foreboding & a hint of excitement! Any of you had such a day?
Also, I have a weird selection of oddities in my bedroom, non sexual, of course: A 40's bowler/derby hat, a 1942 gas mask, a plasma ball, a framed page of "the yellow book" victorian magazine, signed by E.W Pugin, and a Korg Prophecy keyboard with two black keys missing... What non sexual weird items do you have in your rooms?
Anyway, take care, you lovely people. Some of you I will be seeing with an alarming urgency. xxxxx 
v78 @_@
I feel weird. Not drunk, not zoned. Just not really the usual mood for updating this... Its been an odd weekend, mainly due to the complete normality of the past few days. No epic mountain bike runs, no crazy gigs or run-ins with looney tramps and down-and-outs. Just a quiet weekend, pretty much by myself, bar a few visitors, getting the house vaguely suitable for winter, with my mum and dad. I suppose every once in a while, its good to have a few days break from the lunacy, just to pause and take stock.
SO, lets see. Wrote a couple of songs >Check! Fixed the kitchen roof >Check! Put up gates to replace the missing ones >Check! Did a bit of shopping, to prepare for next weekend >Check! Got pissed and ended up on the golf course in a hawthorn bush, covered in frost >No, its nowhere near new year yet...
Somehow, Im thinking I will have some tales to tell of my utter enjoyment in the company of Cakemix I'm so looking forward to this trip down to London.
I've also been a little slack with getting back in touch with the various folk who have stuck comments on my journal page, this past couple of days, if I have forgotten, I will get round to it, I promise. Today though, my thoughts were as to how to keep my two young half-cousins entertained. Regular readers to these pages will recall the funeral of their father, who died, recently, in a motorbike accident. It's nice to see how resilient and positive kids can be in the face of such craziness.
Went to the Trafford Centre today with 'girl who turns me to mush'. She's making plans to move permanently, to Cumbria with her fella.. God, it makes me feel.... Well, lets just draw a line under that one or I'll not be able to regale you with more drivel in this journal...
The trafford centre itself, bathed in iridescent, puke green light, belching its clouds of commerce over the surrounding towns did nothing to dampen my enthusiasm for merely being around her. Is this sad? Knowing she hates the place as much as I do, makes me feel warm and happy! There is a history which is too cutting and intense to watch slip away. I'm not going to interfere, however... I'm not that cruel....
Im sadly not feeling eloquent or flowery in my writings today, so apologies for the contents.. Dad said something which struck a poignant note though, I had the brainwave of setting the gates in the concrete whilst wedging enough card between the gate and post to leave enough room once the cement had set.. To which dad said: "Your cooking on gas today, my boy! Its times like these when I realised it REALLY was a good idea we had you..." No finer compliment, coming from my dad! I think I inherited his love of understatment from idolising him, all these years.
I shall draw this crap to a close now, I told you I was in a weird mood. Can't really explain it, its like *nothing*, mixed with a trembling foreboding & a hint of excitement! Any of you had such a day?
Also, I have a weird selection of oddities in my bedroom, non sexual, of course: A 40's bowler/derby hat, a 1942 gas mask, a plasma ball, a framed page of "the yellow book" victorian magazine, signed by E.W Pugin, and a Korg Prophecy keyboard with two black keys missing... What non sexual weird items do you have in your rooms?
Anyway, take care, you lovely people. Some of you I will be seeing with an alarming urgency. xxxxx
v78 @_@
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capdown are on soon after i get to your neck of the woods (soon to be our neck of the woods. doesn't that sound cozy now)
i'd like to make the times i've seen them a round dozen (i think i'm counting right)
planning to go?
and peace and quiet i've had quite enough of the past couple days, bleh
xx ngnm
and yes i like the new pic...did you do that silvery effect yourself or did the pic just come out like that naturally?