...before I can consider this weekend over. And boy, has it been... something ( Read more... )

The signs on Courtenay Place, near where I live, proclaim 'Improvements: Golden Mile'. By 'Golden Mile', they're referring to the rather non-descript stretch of road that makes up one of the main quarters of the city. By day it looks relatively drab, by night drab, but darker. By 'Improvements', the sign is referring to an ill-planned series of ( Read more... )

I am home after another of my customary 3 a.m. McDonalds ventures (I have a suspicion that more of my money goes there than anywhere else. This may be a problem). If I got up at a reasonable hour and went to bed at a reasonable hour I might be less likely to be craving a high-fat meal immediately before I settle down for the night, I suppose. But ( Read more... )