The last couple of days have been rather odd, and not odd in a shouting at the wall because the voices tell you to do so kind of way.
Let me paint the picture of what happened both days; I woke up in the morning, checked the old crackberry for mails from people wanting to know why everything wasn’t done yesterday, and proceeded to eat the honey oat goodness that is breakfast while tutting away at how bad the world was before going out to work.
It was a sunny day for walking, absolutely the ideal weather for walking around London town, and I had wandered down to Waterloo for where I currently reside and proceeded to work away on various naughty things like the crossword and making too many cups of tea.
But there was something amiss, for all the while there was a slow anger building up and I was just feeling overly annoyed to the point I was muttering under my breath all the way back home. I had watched some bad telly, and then went to bed with some sticky things in my ears to block all naughty from the outside world (in case you’re wondering it’s noisy where I live, and not due to gunshots)
Now, come to today, the exact same things were happening, but this time, all happy and smiley without the thoughts of destruction and doom which plagued me most of the day before. It was the most confusing contrast I’ve ever had happen to me, one day; Mike Douglas, Falling Down, about to lose it, and today, Barney the dinosaur, even to the point of enjoying ice cream by the river.
How the hell can this possibly happen? I cannot explain it at all. Surely same things happening, the feelings would remain the same? Dude, I’m messed up.
And the longest ever running review of any year comes to a very undramatic close, and I suppose it’s on account of next to nothing been written on these old pages like the month beforehand, but don’t think that nothing was happening. In fact this was the month my first ever commercial writing gig took off for Computer Weekly, which was about deploying Office 2007 with a logon script and various other helpful tools such as the Office Customisation tool.
Something which I wrote about at the time which has reared it’s head in terms of content was that I don’t keep in touch with anyone any more. And as it goes now here in April 2009 at least it’s not fully right.
First off, on behalf of Buddy Christ, Happy Easter. May your eggs be of chocolate goodness as opposed to the farty bitterness most eggs leave you with.
As you may have guessed from the twittering, I did return last night on the easy flight o fun to London, just not at a pleasent time of the day to be exact: 3am. It’s what you pay for I guess, and once again My fear of flying came bounding along like a newborn puppy, ready to feed on the milk of thoughts which occured in my mind any time there was slight turbulance. Oh come on, you’re stuck in a flying baked bean tin for hours, and you’re the only non-terrorist not trying to light his boots on fire.
The credit crunch was still going on, actually, is it me, or is the whole thing just getting boring? I mean surely there is only so long that all this can keep happening? Well apparently not, and this nugget of life still gives all the bankers in the world brown trousers as they hope mummy doesn’t take their toys away. October was the time we have seen the politicians getting the cheque book out again to bail out more financial f-ups in a vain attempt to get people to start doing the same thing all over again.