Monday, 28 September 2009

tonic

I thought I'd recovered from my swine flu lite. I had all the symptoms except the temperature. It seems that heat is the key. It didn't mean that I wasn't feeling as ropey as I had in a long time; it just meant that the state and most people didn't really give a stuff (not that I didn't get any sympathy, though a little more proper nursing and fuss would have been welcome). I've come into work today and feel crappy again. I think I may have a desk allergy. My mate phoned the swine flu helpline last week when he was feeling similarly cruddy.

'Are you phoning for yourself or on behalf of someone else?'
'For me.' he said.
'OK, I will go through some questions. Question 1. Are you conscious?'

How much confidence does that inspire?

They say that a person's state of mind has a significant impact on their physical health so one thing that did make me feel better was the football at the weekend. Despite playing well below par Spurs still managed a 5-0 win. I could hardly believe it when Keane slotted in his fourth of the game. And Chelsea lost at Wigan. The 5-1 win at Preston in the week also flattered Spurs a bit I think but, I'll tell you what, I am not complaining.

Thursday, 17 September 2009

The new 20

A certain person I know turns 30 this weekend. What I'd give to be turning 30. Instead all I hear is all the 'I'm so old; I don't want to celebrate' nonsense. All this in front of people who are older by a lot or an incredible amount. Speaking as a crotchety old bastard I can, hand on heart, state that 30 is at least the new 20 if not the new 10 (judging by the way a lot of people that age behave). One thing though: she's not alone.

This question http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20061114080859AAGseI9
and many of the ensuing responses made me laugh, wince and sneer in equal measure. My response would have been ' act your age and get a life- there are a lot of things you should no doubt be grateful for and a lot of things we'd be better off being depressed about'. Since the question was posed 3 years ago, my response now would be 'Ha! you're 33'.
Of course I'd not say that to the certain person because value my life too. some 30 something stories

G B Shaw said "If at age 20 you are not a Communist then you have no heart. If at age 30 you are not a Capitalist then you have no brains." Depressing thought unless, like me, you're happy being brainless.

So, whether it's welcome or not, Happy Birthday Sweet Heart!

Crested Tabard


Harry Redknapp and Ledley did a promo thing at Spurs new training facility and were pictured, as is typical in these situations, in High Viz vests. I nearly missed the fact that they have the club crest on them. I really hope all the workers on the site are given these to wear. It may stop Chavs or Arses or Irons from working on the site. I know there's a credit crunch on but I could imagine plenty of people refusing to go that far for work. It'd also stop the practice of burying shirts of opposing clubs in the foundations as Spurs construction workers did when they built the new library.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

I still don't get this

Obviously I couldn't be bothered to read the actual article to find out what this is all about but it is a bit odd. I thought it may be a misprint or someone doing a deliberate 'mistake' but, from what I know about these two (especially Ant), it may actually be a genuine headline. Wish I'd read it now.

life inbalance

Found myself fiddling around with work stuff while I watched the footy this eve. This behaviour has to stop! I copied something off another of my blogs (work one) and realised that for quite some time I hadn't used North and South for catharsis, bragging, feeble jokes, apologies, congratulations, incredulity or any of the other things it has helped me with over the last 2 and a half years. I suddenly felt guilty; like I'd forgotten to go to work or like I'd left my kid on a traffic island while crossing the road and not realised.

This neglect may also account for my resurgent insomnia. The brain emptying function of writing something must, I guess, help with a little mental filing. Once I get into bed and make the decision to sleep the filing starts. Except it's being done by partially sighted, illiterate klutzes who don't know their alphabet. Or I may just need to change the sheets.

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