A little over six months have passed since I last updated
this foolish web-log (I hold the term ‘blog’ in some distain and will not
entertain it) and – partially inspired by the excellent Belgian Waffling and
her ‘forty updates over forty days’ thing – I have decided it is time to make
some sort of effort myself.
Normal service will, therefore, resume shortly (ie: weekly,
fortnightly or maybe monthly posts depending upon events and/or my mood) but it
seems only reasonable to briefly update my no doubt now limited readership on
the events of the past few months. So, in no particular order:
redundant by Evil Multi-National Media Corporation (last week in fact). People
of my acquaintance have argued that if one decides to work for an
Australian media mogul of limited morals then one gets all one deserves.
They can fuck themselves.
in love. With an actual real-life woman. Anyone who has ever met me will
be unsurprised to hear that this did not end well.
with a brief attack of labyrinthitis (look it up, I can’t be bothered to
create a link.). Colleagues, paramedics and Accident and Emergency doctors
all thought I was having a stroke. Not embarrassed to admit that I’ve
never been so scared.
had a similarly dramatic epileptic episode in my place of work. Unsettled
some people, but it did have a positive outcome. Unfortunately, I have
also had more related incidents in the past six months than in any time
since my diagnosis.
spent more time this year with my Favourite Son and Favourite Daughter
than at any time since Tired Mam decided everyone’s life would be improved
by moving four hundred miles away without me. “It’s been a ‘Daddy’ year” Favourite
Son solemnly intoned whilst discussing this.
- I do
not normally give much time to Halloween but, as offspring were staying with
me at the time, we had what they described as the “best one ever”.
Tired Mam’s new ‘fella’. He seemed alright, to be honest. Nodded his head
a bit too much but nobody’s perfect.
my VHS video-recorder to work again.
by the fact that my now twelve-year-old Favourite Daughter has become –
without any consultation – a Young Woman, resplendent with hips, bum, tiny
waist, vest-tops and constant flirtatiousness.
Grandfather died. Being a massively self-involved person, I didn’t realise
until after his funeral that he was the only constant elder-male figure
throughout my life and the only man I’ve ever looked-up to. I still haven’t
figured-out the SCART leads at the back of my television so I can have the
VHS, DVD player and Freeview box all workable at once. I don’t watch
television much but, you know.
That’s about it, I think. I can elaborate upon any of the
above on request (aside from the ‘falling in love’ thing) – assuming anyone now
reads this – otherwise the next update will involve an unusual encounter I’ve
recently had with a gentleman of no fixed abode.