Pynchon

I have been doing lot's of writing, but unfortunately most of it has been on email and hardly any of it has been on the blog. But things are settling down and returning to normal. I hope to get back into proper blog reading and writing by Wednesday at the latest. I have missed it.

For tonight, I am off to watch "Vincent", Ray Winstone's private eye series. I think it has been pretty good. Still the Daddy...

Ciao, baby.

I did wake up with a hangover this morning (no surprise), but all things considered, it has been a pretty good day.

We went to B&Q this morning as Lorraine wanted to pick up essential items such as paint (she still wants to decorate the living room, God help me!) and a singing Polar Bear for Christmas (it is a toy and not really a singing Polar Bear, as I would imagine that a real singing Polar Bear would be pretty expensive). For my part I insisted that we purchase peanuts, seeds and fat balls for the ickle, lickle birdies that inhabit our garden, although it is more likely that said treats will be devoured by the squirrels that cavort on our back lawn all times of the year.

Afterwards, we went into town and I bought some Calvin Klein Obsession shower gel at Rackhams with some vouchers that they sent me a while ago. I then saw "Saw II" on my own (Lorraine will not watch horror films), which I quite enjoyed. I loved the original "Saw", which was an ingenious, gruesome little horror film. Perhaps "Saw II" isn't as good as "Saw", as it really is just an exercise in showing how many diabolical ways you can kill people over the space of an hour and a half, but if you like that kind of thing, and sometimes I do, it was pretty good. Good ending as well and nicely setup for another sequel. I can easily see it becoming a series that could run and run, just like "A Nightmare On Elm Street" spawned many a sequel in the 80's.

This evening we watched the remake (or is that reimagining?) of "The Italian Job". It isn't really "The Italian Job" , but it isn't terrible (it could have been) and is a serviceable enough caper movie.

I need to respond to some emails. I am off.

This evening I consumed half a bottle of Kamala Cabernet Sauvingauon Shiraz Western Cape 2004 (probably spelt incorrectly); the first half having been consumed by the two of us in the week. I have very little tolerance for alcohol, these days, so everything is fuzzy and blurry.

I asked Lorraine if she would consider having sex with me this evening. She didn't want to. She said she had a headache. Actually this is an improvement. Normally the answer is just "No, not tonight" and no excuse is given. Thinking about it, why should she have to give me any excuse?

Lorraine has good instincts. I have been down and withdrawn all week. I thought that I had disguised it very well, but obviously not. Lorraine noticed. This morning she gave me an early Christmas present; a Ben Sherman watch. She said that it was cheap, but I bet that it wasn't. It is clunky and large and not really the kind of watch that I would buy for myself these days, but I like it. It was given through love and worry and an attempt to cheer me up and it worked.

I am sure that Lorraine loves me, but... Things are missing. Perhaps I am just an animal.

Boring.



This afternoon we went to see Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride". We thought that it was wonderful. Nobody does these kind of strange, gothic fantasies better than Tim Burton. Beautiful looking film, wonderful animation, wonderful voice cast, wonderful music. I recommend it very highly.

My PC just asked me to confirm the time conversion to GMT. I have gained an hour. Summer is over.

This evening we watched "The Day After Tomorrow". It was OK. It seemed better than I remembered it, but maybe it was the resonance with recent events in New Orleans and Florida that improved it in retrospect.

Phil was voted off "The X-Factor" . He lost the sing-off against the mighty Chico. Poor Phil. Chico has bags of enthusiasm, but sadly the guy cannot sing...

I was belligerent when I came upstairs to write on this blog, and all ready to say how sick I was of the work horse shit and name names, but now I feel better. The blog as an aid to mental health? Somebody should write about that one day, but it will not be me.

I will have a hangover in the morning, despite having had a litre of water. It seems appropriate. Who gives a fuck?

I saw a film at the cinema last Sunday. It was called "Vital", it was Japanese, but as my mind was elsewhere, I can remember practically nothing about it. Sorry.

Goodnight.

There will be no post tonight because I have been busy responding to emails. (Actually that will become untrue the second I post this, won't it? I confuse myself, sometimes.) It has taken a long time because there have been so many of them.

Thanks for that. :-)

I did find the time to add a funky Clustrmaps counter which will show the worldwide position of my visitors, starting tomorrow. I am still deciding what else I am going to put on my sidebar.

Decisions, decisions...

No, it doesn't, does it? Especially when someone decides that they would like to do the online grocery shop this week, and you agree for the sake of a quiet life (and go to do exciting things like ironing). Then that someone takes over an hour to select a pack of butter and a tub of ice cream, and then gets annoyed when a charming rogue, with a devilish smile and a kind of burning, animal sexual intensity, asks kindly when that someone will be finished with the computer as they have some things that they would like to do before the "Lost" double bill starts at 10pm.

Women! Humph....

Anyway, I am here. "Lost" starts in 34 minutes. It does not give me a great deal of time, so this will be pretty short.

Firstly, thank you for all of the emails. I am fine. After a fraught weekend (partial nervous breakdown, paranoid psychotic episode, food poisoning and insomnia) things are OK. I will be replying to all of the emails personally, and anybody who wants the full story, will get it via email. It will not be mentioned here.

In fact, I think I will start those emails now. And I have comments to reply to.

Thanks for caring, everybody. Really.

Back tomorrow.

OK, I know, I know. It's not exactly the new beginning that I had hoped for. I post a single line on Sunday and then... Nothing.

And, sadly, I am going to disappoint you again this evening, because there is no time now to write anything of any consequence. "Love Soup" starts in 23 minutes and I have promised Lorraine that I would make her a sausage sandwich before then (and you can stop sniggering at the back, your dirty minded people!)

So.... Tomorrow.

There is catching up to be done.

And so I begin again...