Posts from August 2006

Manifestly idiotic (August 26th, 2006)

I’m feeling a bit cranky tonight. For a few reasons.
Firstly, it’s a fucking Bank Holiday weekend again. I hate Bank Holidays. As someone who works for himself… sorry shareholders, as someone who works for you… I can pretty much choose my own hours, and days. All a Bank Holiday does is prevent me from choosing [...]



A poor sort of memory that only works backward (August 19th, 2006)

Saturday evening, fresh back from a trip to the Edinburgh Fringe with Pond. What sport!
Adam and James are – as you know – doing shows up there, Adam has an album to promote, and James has both an album and a book. Busy boys both. Pond and I helped out as best we could – [...]



I’m happy and I know it (August 10th, 2006)

Having a blog can be pretty fucking weird. Good weird, but weird.
A couple of days ago you’ll remember, I mentioned being in a fug – which I was. As it turned out, it was a two day fug, only really ending last night when Clare, myself, accountant Mark and later Rob went to the pub.
Turns [...]



I was going to write a post last week, about procrastination (August 2nd, 2006)

I suffer from an odd kind of reverse procrastination. One in which I put off interesting jobs – things I’m looking forward to doing, or am enthusiastic about – in favour of things that are less fun.
Give me a roast dinner and I’ll eat the carrots first and the meat (or possibly the Yorkshire puddings) [...]



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