woops completely forgot to update this for a while- i'm not very good at this blogging malarky -
in my absence i have:
not really been absent from anywhere - i've been largely stationary i think i spend the majority of my life either in bed or at my desk at work anyway (av. 8 hours sleep x7 + 8 hours at desk x5 = 96 hours per week- ... 168 hours (7days) - 96= 72 hours free per week)- that might be a tad depressing for some (me included) and time not spent in either of those (not quite so) luxiurious spaces i probly just waste walking around like a man on legs, and saying ill considered things - so maybe its best my stupidity is confined to two locations - otherwise i'd get bored and started talking rubbish to random people at bus stops - or at least do that alot more than i already do - which is too much
discovered all the podcasts on the guardian! amazing - science, tech, politics, daily, and the environmental (altho that occasionally makes me grind my teeth - when they do bizarre covers on 'ethical living' outlets in fucking portabello market et al - at best blithely confused)
+ the bugle - i urge everyone to listen - it's fantastic
[the bugle]
went to a gallery opening somewhere near old street -i can't rmemeber the artist- pretty good- good times had by all...free beer + a weird disco room - with flourescant dots on everything
organising my brothers stag party
consumed much food and drink - it would make me smile if at some point during this morning if i suddenly heard the backing up noise of a truck- i look out the window to the basement alley thing our office looks onto and i saw all the food and drink i've injected into my cakehole since new years dumped in one big pile - i could be proud of that mess - theni go over to the courier and sign for it- and then start filling up all the cupboards and shelf spaces with it.
last year while gardening me and chris thought that would be a great jape to play on our earstwhile employer
fill all the shelves and cupboards with the soil form the back garden - then ring him up and say 'yeh mate, bloody skip di'n't show up does it? don't worry pal- we sorted it out'
great stuff
missed a girltalk gig
missed a fuckbuttons gig
saw eastern promises, there will be blood, no country for old men, an american gangster - all great films
aidan's been staying on an off for the last couple of weeks like a mistress in denial - he keeps crawling back to his comfortable recording studio manse at jim and vicky's abode- my house is his bit of rough - he sleeps on a pouffe/fold out bed
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