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Right Here, Right Now
Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007 12:22 amJanuary
Sick and tired you've been hanging on me
You make me sad with your eyes
You're telling me lies
Don't go, don't go1
Hello everybody, and welcome to my first post of the New Year. I hope you all had a good one, didn't get too drunk and that the turkey is now all eaten. Don't forget to get the Christmas decorations down by twelfth night - it's unlucky to keep them up after that, you know.
Anyway, as you can probably guess by the appearance of this post, I am back in The Smoke, the weekend away in Shropshire with the clan and My Girl having passed without major incident (despite a couple of navigational upsets in territory I ought to know like the back of my hand). I now have the rest of the week off to rest up before returning to work on Monday.
Splendid.
January will of course, as is custom, be a very quiet month. I started it it well over drawn and it can only get worse. The person who decided to put payday a full five weeks away from the previous one should be taken out and shot. I'd volunteer, but frankly I can't afford the ordinance.
My belated prezzie stash from the folks consisted of a new pair of slippers and a wallet with a Dalek printed on it. How well they know me.
Sometime in 2007 I reckon that I should get some driving practice so I can hire a car if we need it. I haven't driven for about 15 years and I need to go somewhere quiet to get my hand in again. It is not fair on Elle for her to shoulder all the driving chores (though she is a good driver, I might add). That said, she handled the inevitable tailbacks on the M1 and M6 with a greater equanimity than I would. Coming home wasn't as fraught as getting to Shropshire - the Athenaeum Club to Milton Keynes in just under 2 hours. Thank you, Highways Agency. That is, according to the AA route planner, 45.6 miles and should take one hour and one minute. It doesn't, believe me. And whoever put the lane signs up on the M6 should be taken out and shot. I'd volunteer, but frankly I can't afford the ordinance2.
We did not wish to end up on the M6 Toll, but luckily we managed to get off it again before we had to pay. The signs for Nottingham were a touch distressing considering we were trying to get west, not east, but the timely intersection with the A5 put it to rights. Now those Romans could build a road. Pity about all the roundabouts installed since. Whoever built them should be taken out and shot. I'd volunteer, but frankly I can't afford the ordinance3.
1This lyric made no sense in 1975 and it makes none now, either. I seem to recall that it hit the charts in February too, making it even more bizarre.
2There is humour in repetition.
3There is humour in repetition.
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