General
A Project
4To get back into blogging (and not to be competitive with anyone … hooo no ), I’m going to try the NaBloPoMo (blogging daily for a month).
Bit nervous about how I’ll manage given that I’ve blogged once in about 6 months and my photographic Project 52 fizzled out before I made it to the halfway point. I’m on holiday at the moment so i have a head start.
Today started lazily and got slower. After ooohing at a hot air balloon, we tootled off to Pateley Bridge through some glorious countryside. Pateley looked like I want a Yorkshire market town to look – sturdy grey stone, flower baskets, inviting local pubs. Unfortunately, Monday seems to be everything-is-shut day so we didnt get to visit the old fashioned sweet shop. Had a civilised scone and mooch then went onto Ripon. Frou-Frou wasn’t feeling great, so I was sent off to find tinctures and tonics, while she did some medicinal wool shopping. I picked up a copy of “Future Noir”, a book about Blade Runner which looks well worth the 2.99, although it will probably be propping up a table for a few months until i get round to it.
“home”, food, vegging and telly. Not sure i can keep up this pace for the rest of the week but by crikey, i’ll do my best.
It’s alive … I T’S A L I V E !!!
0For the last month, other-half has been blogging daily as part of “blogtoberfest”. Her excitement about it has been a bit contagious, so I thought it was time I started blogging again.
As a friend referred to my blog as “dead” this week, I thought that Samhain (or Halloween as you wacky modernists call it) would be the perfect time to resurrect it.
I’m currently on holiday in a cottage in the middle of bloody nowhere heart of glorious Yorkshire. Plan was for a relaxing week in the country – pile of CDs, Nintendo Wii, Guitar, books – perfick.
Arriving to find a lorry parked up, emptying the septic tank wasn’t the ideal start. The driver turned out to be a cheery bloke, who gave us lots of suggestions for places to go. Ideally, this conversation would not have been held across the top of an open sewer but such is life. Holiday mood was back on track when we realised the registration number of the lorry ended in ‘POO’.
CD player has so far rejected every disc I’ve put in it and the Wii is showing up only in black and white. So books and guitar it is.
We spent Saturday lounging on the sofa, but today summoned up the energy to trek into “town” for supplies (beer and biscuits). Tomorrow we may venture further afield.
Or not.
It’s going to be that kind of trip.
Colour Blind
5“So which do you prefer?”
“don’t mind”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“Honestly, I don’t ca…er…couldn’t decide between them”
“but …”
“ok, the green. The green ones are better”
“oh. not the blue? I think I prefer the blue”
“well, get the blue then”
“but you liked the green”
Conversations of this ilk can continue ad infinitum or until a sulk ensues. Rarely do they end
well, particularly for me.
“I really really really honestly don’t care which pair you get. I’m a boy. They all just look like shoes”
“You COULD take an interest, you know”
“No, I could PRETEND to take an interest. They’d still just be shoes and I still wouldn’t care but I’d also be a charlatan and a fraud for pretending I did and would you really want that on your conscience? would you?”
The day-off-to-go-shopping was going pretty well, all things considered. Trip to Aria for most of a new PC, followed by a blood donation and a trip to Fopp to recover. Nothing eases the pain of a needle wound so much as an armful of cheap CDs. Maybe that’s why musicians sometimes end up as junkies.
The shoe selection crisis was navigated succesfully and we headed home.
“So which do you prefer?”
“eh?”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“I thought we did this already?”
“No, the eyeliner. Which eye looks better”
“Seriously?”
Beyond A Joke
1I’ve been meaning to come back to the blog for …blimey, two months now, but not been able to come up with anything to write about. What creative energy i’ve been able to muster has gone into my Project 52 photos on Flickr and there clearly isn’t that much to spare.
I’ll make a reallllllll effort to keep updating this, so expect lots of mindless nonsense until i get back in the swing of it. After that, mindful nonsense
slip slidin’ away
0Lots of snow. Snow snow snow. Everywhere. Snow.
Manchester ground to a halt last Tuesday and is still not back up to speed. The trams have been appearing at even more random times than usual. The buses aren’t bad when they arrive, apart from an increased level of blue language from the driver’s cabin. Cars on the road are mostly there for comedy effect.
Walking is downright masochism. What looks like nice, crunchy, step-into-and-chuckle snow turns out to be lumps of rock solid ice which will break your foot, if stomped on.
This is a bit of a bugger, as part of my cunning new year plan to make about one third of myself disappear in a puff of calories was to walk more. I’ve even been contemplating walking home some nights. Given that walking to the bus stop currently has me swearing like a trooper with piles, my sanity may be permanently damaged by a 2 hour walk.
It’s almost like there IS a higher power and it WANTS me to be a porker.