So what have I been up to since the last time I blogged. Bleh. Too much. Have some musings -- Went to see the Kronos Quartet, who were amazing, although I almost didn’t get to see them as for some unknown reason I thought they were on at the South Bank Centre and they weren’t, they were at the Barbican. Bought a 6 man tent for £40. CAMPING IN 3 WEEKS! Danny may be moving to London, which makes me happier than I’ve been in a while, although I don’t know why. Maybe we’ll sort things out, maybe we won’t, I don’t know. Danny is not, however, coming to Brighton Pride, which makes me sad. I, am, using, too, many, commas. I’m growing increasingly weary of London and all that it stands for. I’m as yet unsure what I’m going to do about it, but I’m contemplating not buying a flat here quite yet. And yeah, this may just be me becoming increasingly pissed off with how things are at home, but hey, I can dream. I have had less sleep in the last two weeks than at any other time in My Pointless Life™. I surprised my grandfather for his 79th birthday last weekend by coordinating with Mum and arriving in the restaurant they went to for their birthday dinner just before they all did. Which was surprising for them all. Popped back to their place. It’s the only constant in my life, I mused, as I lay under the old apple tree that’s older than I am. They’ve always lived there, my Mum also lived there with my aunt when she was younger too. I was given water in a brown patterned glass that I remember from my childhood. It’s probably older than I am too. So much changes but so much stays the same. A slight reminder brings back a flood of memories, long forgotten. It’s nice and sad at the same time. All things must come to an end. My aunt is apparently currently going through a menopause backwards on account of the nasty cancer drugs she was on, which is leaving her a tad perplexed. My mum is 50 this year. I can remember my grandmother’s 50th. They are so completely different it’s truly scary. I think I’ve ODd on chicken wings. I am unwilling to meet in the middle if the other party is also unwilling to meet in the middle. All the bears in America apparently think I’m quite sexy, which is irritating as I was aiming for the chasers... I long to be sat in a field under stars with no care other than work. I cannot do karaoke with a sore throat convincingly, nomatter how drunk I am. The Swan is a dive. The speed at which a misconception moves is slightly faster than the speed at which rational thought is allowed to navigate the same passages. Leading to much sadness in myself. I need to stop drinking but I don’t know if I’m strong enough at the moment. I am going to try. Giving up smoking is incompatible with difficult situations in very cheap bars when the alcohol is flowing and the brain is muddied. Gah. Still, I managed to only have one that night and I’ve not had any more since. Sorry Chris/Matt for what was truly a fucked up evening. Next time, let’s just take Matt’s suggestion and go see a show? Dom’s PC is built, running, quiet, fast, Vista/XP enabled and loaded with goodies. So he’ll probably forget to turn up tomorrow morning and come visit it. I HATE PEOPLE WHO FUCKING LIE It’s Thursday and I haven’t done any scottjoyce.net or any freakcity.net. I’m going to Überthursday tonight. I am not drinking. I am not smoking. I am going to see people I haven’t in a while and have a fucking good time. Even if I have to kill everyone else in the world to do it. I <3 Cyberdog. And crab claw things from the lil chinese place right by it. And the army shop where I bought an ammo tin for condoms and lube. I have a brand spanking new Canon Ixus 70 which is making me quite happy. I’m considering going away for pointless weekend breaks to places like Manchesterford and Leedslet just to escape the mundaneness of life right now. 2 weeks until Glasto. Yay. Must book the fucking thing tho... My mind i