Go figure!

I was driving home from Camden Market yesterday and I went uder a railway bridge. On the bridge was sprayed "STOP GLOBAL WARMING". Interesting. Apart from the fact that I question the term "Global Warming" and its implicit meaning that we're all going to hell on a handcart because we drive and eat and screw, I was surpised by the intelligence that thought vandalising public property was justified; especially becayse spray paint uses butane -- a gas which has ten times the "greenhouse effect" of carbon dioxide. What a blow for sanity.

Sunday, Sunday

Here we are on a Sunday evening; magazine done for the week and dinner nicely digesting.

It's been a hectic weekend, from rushing around on Friday, talking, schmoozing, eating, delivering and finally giving blood. Yes, I finally managed to spill the red stuff in Bexleyheath. No fuss. No waiting.

On Saturday, we had a family day out to buy padded envelopes, monster Lego, schoolbags and groceries; together with a chicken dinner for four.

So, that's that then. A week to go before Easter and PJ's birthday; her 35th, again.

Speak soon.

Another day ...

... another entry. Well, this is meant to be habit forming.

Of course there are lots of things happening at the momenet. Problem is, it won't appear here for one or several reasons. 1) It is too boring to be of note. 2) It is too embarrassing to be recorded. 3) It is commercially sensitive and not for public consumption. 4) er ... 5). not saying!

If anythng happens that I can talk about, believe me, you'll be the first to know.

Bloody Hell

Tried to give blood again yesterday: I really did. Went back twice to flay open a vein in the cause of helping my fellow man. I say tried because I fell foul of beurocracy and bad management. After waiting for more than an hour at a "non-appointment" session, I got fed up with people walking past me because they had appontments.

Plus the fact that time was running out.

This must be the fifth time I've tried to give blood in the past 18 months, and for whatever reason it's come to naught. It seems someone up there wants me to keep my eight pints. When I've calmed down I may try again.

Another New Year's Resolution

I will start using this. Promise.