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Well, I had to postponse phase two of Operation Dancing Pigmy since I only woke up at midday and had a Chinese Laundry load of washing to do. That's done and so am I. Tomorrow I shall have to reinitiate the seach for the source of the Nile since the garret still looks more untidy than it would if Bernard Black lived here (Honestly, I'm not kidding), though he had me beat with the dead badger.

No doubt much to the regional delight of bladder, Villa completely Mullahed the Wolves at Molineux this afternoon. I'd like to pretend we were unlucky, or that the ref was against us, but in reality we were just crap. It's bad enough shipping four goals, but missing a penalty just put the icing on the cake. Still, even if that turns out to be the result that drops us back into Division One, well, at least it wasn't the Baggies who dished it out!

Still, the axolotl vats beneath the Molineux should be churning out the first Stevie Bull clones anytime now, and then we'll see something. I can dream, can't I?

Unfortunately, in offering the olive branch to bladder, and allowing that his team were far superior to mine, I suspect that the last comment about the Baggies might provoke the ire of keresaspa. Quite what a beleaguered Wolves fan is doing with a Villa fan and a Baggies fan on his friends list eludes me. I think I shall just not talk footie with either of them except when it comes to being rude to the Blues which is something we can all three agree on. Oh, and Man City dishing the goods out to ManYoo. I think we can agree that was fun, too.

Har.

Mind you, I was knocked sideways by the result of the First Test. I mean, who would have thought England could have so comprehensively destroyed the Windies like that?

( I'm so happy that I have preserved the scorecard for posterity behind this cut )

Now I know that the Windies aren't the force they used to be in Test Cricket, but really!

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Well, I had to postponse phase two of Operation Dancing Pigmy since I only woke up at midday and had a Chinese Laundry load of washing to do. That's done and so am I. Tomorrow I shall have to reinitiate the seach for the source of the Nile since the garret still looks more untidy than it would if Bernard Black lived here (Honestly, I'm not kidding), though he had me beat with the dead badger.

No doubt much to the regional delight of bladder, Villa completely Mullahed the Wolves at Molineux this afternoon. I'd like to pretend we were unlucky, or that the ref was against us, but in reality we were just crap. It's bad enough shipping four goals, but missing a penalty just put the icing on the cake. Still, even if that turns out to be the result that drops us back into Division One, well, at least it wasn't the Baggies who dished it out!

Still, the axolotl vats beneath the Molineux should be churning out the first Stevie Bull clones anytime now, and then we'll see something. I can dream, can't I?

Unfortunately, in offering the olive branch to bladder, and allowing that his team were far superior to mine, I suspect that the last comment about the Baggies might provoke the ire of keresaspa. Quite what a beleaguered Wolves fan is doing with a Villa fan and a Baggies fan on his friends list eludes me. I think I shall just not talk footie with either of them except when it comes to being rude to the Blues which is something we can all three agree on. Oh, and Man City dishing the goods out to ManYoo. I think we can agree that was fun, too.

Har.

Mind you, I was knocked sideways by the result of the First Test. I mean, who would have thought England could have so comprehensively destroyed the Windies like that?

( I'm so happy that I have preserved the scorecard for posterity behind this cut )

Now I know that the Windies aren't the force they used to be in Test Cricket, but really!

Ruminations on an untidy garret...

I'm a bit narked - but not much.

During a quiet moment in the office this afternoon I started writing Gratiano for NWO and the lad just stood there behind me dictating. Bloody marvellous. Then, of course, I had to stop and get on with some work, and now I have a few minutes, can I get back into the groove? No, I cannot. He's still there, but he's sulking.

Unfortunately, tonight I have to continue Operation Dancing Pigmy having got nothing done yesterday, so I rather hope that I can pick up this period of dictation again at a later point in the week.

I should be able to. I have the voice, I have the plot and subplots, all I need is to coax him out of his sulk and get cracking.

I may be able to get an hour in tonight if I get the room sorted to a reasonable level - the plan is to do a bit each evening this week. Unfortunately, space considerations mean that after the initial cull, I still have to resort to stacking stuff on the floor because I have far more junk than I have space to store it, and I am an inveterate hoarder. I know it, but that doesn't make throwing stuff out any easier. The best I can hope for by the weekend is to have clean tidy piles of junk carefully placed in the corners of the room. The serious, teeth-gritting cull of unnecessariana will take somewhat longer; particularly with the books. I hate, absolutely hate getting rid of books even when I know deep down in my heart that having been read once, they will stay read.

I am considering ditching a bunch of board games. Once again, I am torn, but in reality I never get to play them, and with the exception of Ave Caesar and Boom Town I daresay the rest could go though 'twould bring a lump to the throat, such are my materialistic tendencies. I shall have to borrow a digital camera and investigate the possibilities of putting these things up on e-bay, I suppose.

And what about my silver age Fantastic Fours - rescued from my Mum's tidying impulses when I was thirteen and lovingly held onto ever since? Those Lee and Kirby issues are like gold dust now - even though some are in somewhat less than mint condition - and would raise a fair amount of cash. Mind you, in terms of space, they are not such a problem, so maybe I'll hold onto them for a while longer. I've had some of them nearly forty years. A couple more won't hurt.

Whatever, I must throw something out. Space is at a premium, there's barely room to swing a shrew, let alone a cat.

Ruminations on an untidy garret...

I'm a bit narked - but not much.

During a quiet moment in the office this afternoon I started writing Gratiano for NWO and the lad just stood there behind me dictating. Bloody marvellous. Then, of course, I had to stop and get on with some work, and now I have a few minutes, can I get back into the groove? No, I cannot. He's still there, but he's sulking.

Unfortunately, tonight I have to continue Operation Dancing Pigmy having got nothing done yesterday, so I rather hope that I can pick up this period of dictation again at a later point in the week.

I should be able to. I have the voice, I have the plot and subplots, all I need is to coax him out of his sulk and get cracking.

I may be able to get an hour in tonight if I get the room sorted to a reasonable level - the plan is to do a bit each evening this week. Unfortunately, space considerations mean that after the initial cull, I still have to resort to stacking stuff on the floor because I have far more junk than I have space to store it, and I am an inveterate hoarder. I know it, but that doesn't make throwing stuff out any easier. The best I can hope for by the weekend is to have clean tidy piles of junk carefully placed in the corners of the room. The serious, teeth-gritting cull of unnecessariana will take somewhat longer; particularly with the books. I hate, absolutely hate getting rid of books even when I know deep down in my heart that having been read once, they will stay read.

I am considering ditching a bunch of board games. Once again, I am torn, but in reality I never get to play them, and with the exception of Ave Caesar and Boom Town I daresay the rest could go though 'twould bring a lump to the throat, such are my materialistic tendencies. I shall have to borrow a digital camera and investigate the possibilities of putting these things up on e-bay, I suppose.

And what about my silver age Fantastic Fours - rescued from my Mum's tidying impulses when I was thirteen and lovingly held onto ever since? Those Lee and Kirby issues are like gold dust now - even though some are in somewhat less than mint condition - and would raise a fair amount of cash. Mind you, in terms of space, they are not such a problem, so maybe I'll hold onto them for a while longer. I've had some of them nearly forty years. A couple more won't hurt.

Whatever, I must throw something out. Space is at a premium, there's barely room to swing a shrew, let alone a cat.