I Can't Be Arsed!

When I first sat down after my hols to top-up my blog, the thing that adds pictures was not working. However, I wrote some marvellously witty copy and saved it ready to be uploaded next time. Naturally I cannot find it anywhere and I really cannot be bothered to re-count the sordid details of my time in Gran Canaria. Here are a few pics and that’s all you are getting.

Shocking.....I know!

Delay

No! I have not been on holiday for all this time, my laptop has been out of action. No doubt it picked up some nasty virus whilst sleeping around whilst I behaved like a born-again virgin on holiday.

Tomorrow

Friday I leave for a holiday in Gran Canaria. Hopefully it will provide sun, relaxation and a little fun to alleviate the general malaise I seem to have slumped into. Oddly, I am finding it very difficult to develop any enthusiasm for this excursion. Paul is coming with me and it appears to be his first holiday overseas in his adult life, as he has had to get a passport for the first time. My packing is nearly done, I simply have to get some travel insurance and change up some money.

I may do some blogging, as I know there are computers on the resort but I will not be able to upload any images - which judging by my selection of clothes, is probably a good thing.

I need to let go a bit on this holiday.

My Birthday

Well, I suppose as I get older I can’t expect every birthday to be a real hum-dinger, but I must say I rather enjoyed myself last Friday. Aside from domestic squabbles, a hearty congratulations to Jules, Paul and Griff for joining in with the karaoke and to everybody else who came along. The Windsor Castle at Clapham Junction has to be the straightest pub in South London and last Friday they were treated to myself and others camping it up something cronic. Griff proved that he obviously keeps his throat in good shape with a hearty rendition of Gold; Jules did her standards, Crazy and Dream a Little Dream. But the biggest surprise of the evening proved to be little Paul, who couldn’t quite shed his years as a performer and brought the house down with an uncanny turn as Bjork singing It’s Oh So Quiet! Couldn’t resist getting a snippet. He also did a duet with Jules of Love Shack, which I thought was great! Was lovely to see Chris, David, Robin and Terry too. Thanks to all who came.

Passive Aggressive

Confrontation has never been my strong suit. I have very firm views on certain subjects that I can argue about ad nauseum and if truth be told I probably do. But I am not what you would call confrontational, even on a domestic level and have even been labelled passive-aggressive by one or two people. I am not sure how fair that is but I suppose elements of it appear in my psyche. What happens when two passive aggressive people get together, I am not sure. I guess, somewhere in the future, a huge silent argument will rage violently.

Getting On

Next weekend I shall be 43 years old. I would like to say I have lots of things planned but I don’t. Nothing. Nada. I haven’t got a clue what I want to do. Do you know what? I think I have finally reached the time in my life where I would kind of like someone to surprise me. But as a pointer here are some of the things I don’t want to do.

1. Discover fun in the darkroom at XXL
2. Take drugs

You know what. I may just go out of town for a couple of day and see if anybody actually notices!

Here to fight the force of evil

Getting there..........