Saturday, May 05, 2007
You will have to excuse me. Drink has definitely got the better of me. (Nearly a whole bottle of M&S Macon Villages 2005, if any anybody is even in the slightest interested. Lorraine didn't like it.)
Since the last post I have cooked steak and stir fry, with a chilli and ginger sauce, I have watched "Doctor Who" (a good episode, but not as good as the trailer for the next story in two weeks), I have watched "Final Destination 3" which I really enjoyed (and no doubt will do my reputation - do I have one? - as a film fan, no good at all), I have asked Lorraine if she would like to go to bed with me (turned down, obviously, with the excuse this time that I am pissed out of my head, which is not far wrong, if I am honest), I have eaten a banana and drank some water, I have booted up the computer and attached to the computer, I have ordered the latest book in the Independent Banned Books series, I have cancelled my order from CD 101 for the Bangles first album "All Over The Place" (the fuckers have kept me waiting for two months, which is a good six weeks two long, thank you very much), and now I am here, trying to think of things to write.
(Thinking... I am very pissed. I think I have mentioned that.)
I know. How about I wish I had a girlfriend who wanted to have sex with me? How about I wonder why I/she hangs around? How about I wish I had a different job? How about I wish I didn't feel so useless? How about it would be a lie if I said I wish I had more friends, because I kind of like my isolation from real life, but I really appreciate and yes, love, the friends I have met through the Internet like (in no particular order) Suburban Hen, Mark, Graham, Stef, Katy, Daisy, LB, Swiss Toni, Ginny, Doug (if I have forgotten anybody during this rant, I do sincerely apologize). How about at the age of 43 I wonder if I am going to get to 44 with my mind intact? How about I have
This is my favourite single of all time. (Sorry Mark. I know you hate the fab four.) When I went to see the Bootleg Beatles, a couple of years ago, they played this and I burst into tears. Music is mad, isn't it?
And this was the B-side.
What a band!
And ain't I just pathetic?
Since the last post I have cooked steak and stir fry, with a chilli and ginger sauce, I have watched "Doctor Who" (a good episode, but not as good as the trailer for the next story in two weeks), I have watched "Final Destination 3" which I really enjoyed (and no doubt will do my reputation - do I have one? - as a film fan, no good at all), I have asked Lorraine if she would like to go to bed with me (turned down, obviously, with the excuse this time that I am pissed out of my head, which is not far wrong, if I am honest), I have eaten a banana and drank some water, I have booted up the computer and attached to the computer, I have ordered the latest book in the Independent Banned Books series, I have cancelled my order from CD 101 for the Bangles first album "All Over The Place" (the fuckers have kept me waiting for two months, which is a good six weeks two long, thank you very much), and now I am here, trying to think of things to write.
(Thinking... I am very pissed. I think I have mentioned that.)
I know. How about I wish I had a girlfriend who wanted to have sex with me? How about I wonder why I/she hangs around? How about I wish I had a different job? How about I wish I didn't feel so useless? How about it would be a lie if I said I wish I had more friends, because I kind of like my isolation from real life, but I really appreciate and yes, love, the friends I have met through the Internet like (in no particular order) Suburban Hen, Mark, Graham, Stef, Katy, Daisy, LB, Swiss Toni, Ginny, Doug (if I have forgotten anybody during this rant, I do sincerely apologize). How about at the age of 43 I wonder if I am going to get to 44 with my mind intact? How about I have
This is my favourite single of all time. (Sorry Mark. I know you hate the fab four.) When I went to see the Bootleg Beatles, a couple of years ago, they played this and I burst into tears. Music is mad, isn't it?
And this was the B-side.
What a band!
And ain't I just pathetic?
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# posted by Pynchon @ 10:19 pm 
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music is indeed mad, and no, I don't think you are at all pathetic. For starters, you are the most fearless blogger I have ever had the privilege of reading (and I think you write well too, which is also important).
Try not to be hard on yourself. I've met you, and I think you're a great guy.
ST
Try not to be hard on yourself. I've met you, and I think you're a great guy.
ST
Thanks for tacking on those videos at the end. I just love the Beatles, and listening to them sometimes makes me emotional as well. Not much makes me wish I had been born earlier, but I wish I could have seen them.
swiss: Thanks for that. If only I was that fearless.
katyola: You are a woman of taste and distinction.
katyola: You are a woman of taste and distinction.
all I can say is that I've had a drink with you on a couple of occasions, and I would be more than happy to do so again.
you're braver than me.
ST
you're braver than me.
ST
Thanks for the mention. It goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway), that I really look forward to reading your blog, and think of you as a friend as well. We haven't yet got around to downing a few pints together, but when we do it will be an honour!
I wish I could jet over for a pint and some kidney pie (well, just kidding about that. yucko!), but alas, I'm too poor.
swiss: Thanks mate.
doug: And we will, sooner or later. I'm sure of it.
katyola: Poor? Maybe, but rich in beauty and grace. (Good line, that. I'll use that again. Heh, heh, heh!)
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doug: And we will, sooner or later. I'm sure of it.
katyola: Poor? Maybe, but rich in beauty and grace. (Good line, that. I'll use that again. Heh, heh, heh!)
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