Suppose I'd better start getting ready to go out!
:D

Have a great time, whatever you're doing!

The more I thought about it, th more I wanted to set it up, so I've created the Charity Fundraisers Group HERE

Feel free to add support to any charitable event in your area.

Right, so I guess I'd better start getting myself organised for the blogmeet tomorrow.

I've already checked train times to get there and back - check.
Long soak in the bath tomorrow followed by a thorough, diligent shave - my 'tache is beginning to get up my nose, literally!
shirt ironed to within an inch of its life - check.
camera batteries - buy them en route as the only ones I've got are almost dead.
Cash - check.
Insecurities kept in - check
Excitement - don't check.

Right I think that's everything sorted.
Blimey 18 hours ahead of schedule!

20 hours and counting.

See you there, folks!

Well, that's it for another week of workaday tedium.
The weekend starts here. BRING IT ON!

26 hours 15 minutes to go! W00T!

Oddly amusing, oddly amazing... See what you think:

Less than 32 hours to go. WOOHOOOO!!!!

Iss me agen, Paddin'ton.
NotBob's just nipped to the garden agen, Oi think he's got a week bladder or sunnink, so Oi's only got a few minuts to tell yoo that the uproight ones 'as dun it to mee agen. Thay tuk mee to see the young lay-dees wot Oi loikes. I loikes them 'coz they's young lay-dees, but wen they get them buzzy metal things out Oi's not too keen. Specially when they do round me bits!

All Oi can say is, thank dog the wethers warmerer now.

Woof!

As I will be busy making myself all presentable-like in preparednessness for the shenanigans and wotnot in Greenwich on Saturday, I decided that rather than wait until I'd forgotten even getting the idea I would go out at lunchy-time and purchase one of them webcam thingie-wotsits.
This is an unusual thing for me to do. Shopping during valid drinking time?

Anyways, they had two left in Argos so I nabbed one quick - well, with the customary half-hour wait that they claim is only two minutes to collect the damn thing.
Which one did I get?

This one

I shall be experimenting with it later.

this weekend I may be buying either one of these:

or one of these:

from Argos
or does anyone know of a better webcam for around the same price or lower? (yes, I'm still on a tight budget .)

Looks like our past is catching up on us:

http://environment.newscientist.com/article/dn13848

Well, I've just got up and I feel surprisingly refreshed after getting only four hours sleep last night.
Not really looking forward to work this morning as I'll be covering for J and V today. V is on holiday and J has a hospital appointment that will take up most of the day. I just hope the boss notices how bad it is now we've lost S.
To think that when I joined this organisation there were ten of us support staff, I think they've whittled us down a tad too far this time!

When I woke up this morning with a pain in my thigh, I checked my thigh but I didn't check my bed. When I went upstairs to change out of my work clothes I noticed on my bed, just about where my thigh would have been, a very dead wasp . No wonder my sleep was disturbed last night.

There was another one buzzing away behind the net curtains, too. A quick spray around with Raid put paid to that, and now I will be sleeping with the windows closed.

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

George Santayana

He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses

English proverb

About Saturday.

Should I attend the blogmeet all beardy like wot I is now, or should I have it off before I go?

Maybe I should look like how I am depicted in my avatar (although bottom centre is more like me after a few too many wasabi peas!) but can I be bothered to scrape away the growth that has accumulated over the last two months?

From mother. She's found her passport.

Panic over.

...for my Monday Moan.

Yes, I know it's Tuesday, but it feels like Monday. Besides I was enjoying myself yesterday.

I slept like a baby last night - waking up every half-hour or so screaming. Weird dreams in abundance despite not eating cheese or drinking bitter before bed. Woke up this morning sweating profusely and with a sharp pain in my thigh as if I have an ingrowing hair or something. Close inspection has not shown up any misdirected folicles and the pain is still there, though now it's more like a dull burning sensation. I'll have to see if a bath can cure it this evening.

It was really busy at the pub at lunchtime - I almost had to forego my usual second pint, because whenever anyone left a table free someone else would grab it immediately. I seem to remember having had this problem before. It must be a seasonal thing...

Just had a phone call from Mother asking to check Tuddy's glove compartment to see if her passport was in there. It wasn't. Mum will have to send off for a replacement, and she flies out to Greece next week!

Been a bit busy work-wise. Couple of reports to publish, a few business cards to amend, just boring mundane stuff like that.

Roll on Saturday.

Yes, it's May. And tonight I've seen my first Maybug (cockchafer) of the year twatting itself against the light in the porch of the pub. So for the next couple of months people of all ages and genders are going to be ducking out of the way of these idiot things as the get drawn inexorably toward the lights.
No matter how often you tell people that they don't bite or sting, they'd rather share a room with Pol Pot than be within a hundred yards of one of these little beauties of little brain.

I actually quite like them.

There's a loving couple who often drop in for a meal at our place. Usually only a flying visit though.

Kinda reminds me of someone

Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.

William Christopher Handy

Fustian

fustian (plural fustians)

1. A kind of coarse twilled cotton or linen

2. A class of cloth including corduroy and velveteen

3. Pompous, inflated or pretentious writing or speech

Usage notes

* Used in the sense of "pompous" since at least the time of Shakespeare. For this shift of meaning, compare bombast.

Both are rising.

6 days to go!

I can barely contain myself - anyone got a box or a bag or something!

Yes, less than a week until I meet up again with Nick, Mrs_F and Shipscook plus many others at Greenwich.
Meno wil be there -WOOOHOOO!!!
So will Chyna Doll, Faffajane and many more of those on my friends list.
There will be others who aren't on my friends list, so that will be nice. I can see my friends list expanding over the next weekend, either that or people will see me for what I am and decide they don't want to know me any more. That's where the apprehension kicks in. Will they like me? Will I like them? Will I get falling down drunk and stupid and be left stranded miles from home in a stupor?

Aaah, feckit! I'm just going to be me. If they like me then it'll be alright. If they don't - well, I can only be me, can't I?