Monthly Archives: September 2012

35 Hours and Counting

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Last night I did not go to bed. I sat watching tv shows on my computer whilst alternately playing minesweeper and knitting scarfs for peoples Christmas presents, at dawn, about 6:45 I left the house and climbed to the top of the multi-story car park that is about 50 metres from the front door.
At first it was a little bleak, the sky was a greyish blue colour and there was even a little frost on some of the roof-tops. Had I anything better to do at the time, I would have gone and done it, however, reluctant to worsen any potential headache with the droning buzz and eye drying brightness of my computer, which is all there is to do in my room these days, I stayed put.
Thank goodness I did

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I need to start getting out more. I spend about 90%of my spare time in front of a screen (the other 10% is spent eating or exercising) and I’m missing things like this. I have a pile of unread books that reaches my thigh and at least three stories that won’t write themselves. For lunch, I packed some food into a box and went and ate in a local park with one of those books. Quite frankly, despite the bland and windy weather, it was definitely one of my better Sundays.
If I could leave you with just one thought, it’s my new one, don’t do anything, for some random amount of time a day sit down and do the bare minimum, think of something pleasant, read a book, write a letter to a friend, count the blades of grass tickling you toes, as long as you have bare feet, if not, you really need to change your socks.

My favourite new preface

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‘When I wrote “name of book”, people still played tapes on Walkmans, and the most ineresting thing you could do with a mobile phone was to play snake on it. People still rang each other on landlines. People watched videos. There was email, just about, but SMS messaging had yet to take off. There was no Wikipedia and google was not a verb.’
This is the first paragraph of the preface of a book by one of my favorite authors; Scarlet Thomas. I find her books magnificently thought provoking with compelling narratives although the thought provoking parts tend to take a bit of a detour from the narrative. She creates a story that gives you a sense of satisfaction, that you’ve actually figured something out about yourself through finishing her books. It’s her writing that inspired me to start trying to write down the crap that I have floating around in my brain, that there maybe the possibility that my ideas and my storytelling, might be thought provoking and inspire other people to get their ideas out there.
So to Miss Thomas, if somehow you find yourself reading this, I’d like to thank you for giving me a reason to try, for sharing with us some truly original stories and for making me realise that you don’t have to be moving in a specific direction in life in order to potentially produce something brilliant.

The Twelve Signs of Christmas

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The following rehash of the twelve signs of Christmas was something that I wrote about this time last year when I discovered a supermarket selling an entire isle full of Christmas clobber, it was at least the first week of September.  There exists a rather, questionable selection of videos on youtube to… illustrate the significance of what we’re to expect in the coming few months.  Links at the bottom of the page.

The 1st sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
A really early Shopping Spree

The 2nd sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 3rd sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 4th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 5th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 6th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 7th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 8th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Music to my Ears
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 9th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Oh Look it’s Snowing
Music to my Ears
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 10th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Wrapping up the Presents
Oh Look it’s Snowing
Music to my Ears
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 11th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Last Minute Shopping
Wrapping up the Presents
Oh Look it’s Snowing
Music to my Ears
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

The 12th sign of Christmas Before Santa Comes to me
Hanging up my Stocking
Last Minute Shopping
Wrapping up the Presents
Oh Look it’s Snowing
Music to my Ears
First Day of Advent
Loads of Christmas Cards
Fizzy Drink Truck Advert
Tiny Robin Redbreast
Decorations
Winter Woolly Warmers
And a really early Shopping Spree

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u1zNKN4xD4 – the first sign

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1pyMG03h9g – the last sign

Today

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Dear diary,

woke up, did my exercise, had breakfast, watched tv with Z, did some training then some work, went shopping on my way home, spending nearly all my overtime in one go, don’t worry most of it was essential, and then settled down at my computer for the evening to watch more tv, do some knitting and try to figure out what to write for today’s blog.

My initial idea was based on something to do with the child protection training, but it all came out sounding either really confusing or depressing, which I’m not really feeling today.
My next idea was to say something about the fragility of the human condition, due to my friend’s broken toe and a collection of bruises, scrapes and scars that I generally accumulate, but it seemed somewhat self-indulgent.
I thought maybe I’d tell you something profound that I’d learnt from overspending money that I really should have saved for next month’s rent or decent presents at Christmas, but, as always, I never learnt that lesson, and probably never will.

In the end, I decided simply to ramble on for a bit, some non-important randomness to take away the inconsequential passing of time that was today.

Ciao

It Bit My Nose

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Eighty-seven days until C-day,
The countdown’s just begun,
Say hello to wind and rain,
Bid goodbye to sun

In less than twenty-four hours,
Weather took a U-turn,
Leaves began to leave their trees,
For jumpers we now yearn

Fog is slouching not too high,
Animals prepare to doze,
The wind is howling at the door,
The chill, it bit my nose

It may be rainy, cold and bleak,
Mist’s another symptom,
But fluffy jumpers are the reason,
I really love the autumn

Forgiveness please for the rhyming in the last paragraph, but there’s not really that many things that properly rhyme with autumn.

My Most Treasured Possessions

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The sky is blue
The grass is green
Flowers do blossom
Birds tend to sing
Seasons will change
Yet remain from year to year
Lovers come and go
Family may disappear
The beauty of the heavens
The sun, the moon, the stars
Pale into nothingness
Compared to to what is ours
More wonderful than nature
More turbulent than life
More amazing than the skies above
For what I’d give my very life

Relationships to call my own
Those which will never end
I know we’ll stand the test of time
Now and forever,

my friend