I’ve reached a semi crisis point in my life. My head is a mash of conflicting views and trying to maintain reality. Because today, I’ve considered cropping back my golden locks.
Bastards. The lot of ’em. Pesky little good-for-nothings flying around landing aimlessly with one apparent soul purpose – aggravation!
This is all compunded by the fact that the bastards succeed in what they want to do. Picture the scene, I’m sat here minding my own business, listening to music, surfing the web and drinking water – so nothing to attract them to me you would think, but no. Possibly the only three flies in the area decide it is their mission today to piss me off and laugh amongst themselves at my failed attempt to swat them.
Various information sources tell us that they’re important to life in general, as many other things survive because they eat insects. But we’ve got a ton of insects, so lets get rid of the flies! At least the big ones.
Anyway, rant over, here’s a wikipedia picture:
Just spent two days acting like a complete child and loving every minute of it. Not much to write about more than that really but what the hell, here goes nothing. Mainly here for my own recollections than any other purpose, but anyway.
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
I know, I’m going to hell.
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“Before you judge me take a look at you. Can’t you find something better to do?”
– Metallica, Holier Than Thou
I know what you’re thinking. What, with all the things going on in the Middle East at the minute, it’s a slightly strange article to cite, but, when I read it, I nearly pissed myself with laughter. Don’t worry, I managed to nip it off before it became embarassing.
Well, when I opened this to write a page, I thought I had something to write. And now I don’t. Or at least I can’t think what it is what I want to write.
Diving that kicks serious ass. A squared away team of 3 (plus Faisal and I). Doubles. Helium. A unified approach. And a week to visit the best of the North and the Brothers Islands.
Did we have fun? Goddamn right we did, mofo.
Just another week in the office though, I guess. Here’s how it went…
The second book by Iain M. Banks (as he is known in his science fiction writing) that I have read, and the first I have read of the ‘Culture Novels’ as he calls them. Whilst it took me ages to read (I hardly read it whilst I was at home for a month) it was definitely very enjoyable and interesting. The story line was full of little twists and turns, ending up very differently to what I would have expected.
Well, it’s early in the morning and I’m still sat in Manchester Airport waiting for the check-in desk to open so that I can check in and instead sit around waiting for the plane with two less pieces of luggage. Super.
I’ve also come here straight from seeing the Red Hot Chili Peppers live at the M.E.N Arena, which I’ll probably talk about first.