My time at this hovel of shite is coming to an end. Over ten years in a depressing living situation, almost over. I won't ever share a place with anyone again. Unless it's a significant other. Or a very close friend. Very close ( Read more... )

That word is a tinderbox for anxiety. Especially in my case, the use of it last year led to my near death. It's as simple sometimes as a trigger ( Read more... )

Charlie Brooker's Black Mirror is back. It's a sort of anthology thing focussing on the dark side of technology, as well as other things. It's a remarkable, chilling show. What is most interesting about Charlie is his ascension from being a university dropout, working for the Computer Exchange in the 90s, to writing for PCZONE, to being on a tv ( Read more... )

Taking the tin snake up to the big smoke in two weeks to see my lovely friend Steph doing the wrestling in their first London based LGBTQ event. Looking forward to it. Will meet some new people, wander the lightning streets of old London's Bethnal Green. Socially awkward me collides with exuberant and sharp me ( Read more... )

It's impossible to work on a day like this. It would be, if it were not already Wednesday.

I feel like fainting onto a chaise lounge with a hand against my face, going "Ooooooh...I simply cannot cope with this humidity!", producing a fan with which I will wave myself cool.

I need a chaise lounge. It's just an L shaped settee.

What?

I am ten years older ( Read more... )

Another morning boiling in a bad bag of balls. We had a thunderstorm earlier ( Read more... )

I'm not a fan of hot weather. It makes me listless, uncomfortable, and sad. It's especially upsetting in England, as there's no such thing as domestic air conditioning. Your best bet is a fan, and those rarely help when the humidity hits the heights.

My job of course, exacerbates this. It was cripplingly hot in that kitchen today. I had to have ( Read more... )

Fate has rolled another ball into my hole. Let's see where I punt it ( Read more... )

I'm not 46. I can't be. I haven't grown up.

I just deduced I can get the best belches out of Iron Bru. I bought a megaphone so I can shout louder than usual at work. That'll go down well. The other day I just started barking like a dog for no reason.

I am not 46.