Back to the old house.

Right, that’s it, I’m going back to the other place. I’m going to have to get used to the fact that people who know me read my ramblings. It finally dawned on me that it was as if I was being bullied, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to put up with that.

To celebrate my return I want to go on tour. I have already had two offers to guest blog, and I need three or four more. Your rules, my words….. waddya say ?

Parsimony is no excuse.

I can’t blame my lack of posts on anything but a crippling apathy. Leaving the other place is pissing me off more and more. I can’t seem to get going here, and I don’t know why.

I fancy becoming a roaming guest blogger, a kind of Pikey of the blogging world, turning up here and there with an occasional rant or waffle. Anyone up for it ?

So, I haven’t posted for over a week. Here is the condensed version of the last seven days.

Requested an extension on my TMA.
Sold stuff on ebay.
Looked at new cars.
Worked a bit.
Submitted a VAT return (Fucking nightmare).
Submitted TMA (Fucking nightmare).
Bought stuff on ebay.
Curry darts and vodka.
Watched Weather report (Kevin Spacey).
Road tested an Audi TT 225 Quattro.

I wouldn’t expect too much to be written here for the foreseeable, not until I get my brain re-aligned with the cosmos.

Busy Bee !

My head has been too full of the important stuff to put any thought into a post.

I've had a TMA to submit, and I'm struggling on energy flows through eco systems. It's amazing how many Oak leaves it takes to raise one Sparrowhawk chick.

Shutting the shop down was more complex than I thought it would be. Fucking red tape, blue tape would never be this bad.

I have some great photo's of the bridge work going on outside our house. I'll put them up when I get a spare minute, but it's work in the morning so an early night for me tonight.

One last question - Apple Paltrow ? What were they thinking ?

You know you’re getting old when:

1. Your thumbs hurt after eating a bag of Pistachio nuts.
2. You don’t borrow your mate’s porn videos, you borrow his power tools.
3. You drink pints of vodka and orange, ‘cos you can’t be arsed going to the fridge more than three times a night.
4. You remember when Rodney Marsh wasn’t a complete twat.

Speaking of football, a lot of things were decided today, not least of which was Raith Rovers securing their first division future. What the fuck are you on about I hear you shout, well. A few years ago I heard about a pundit who uttered the immortal words “They’ll be dancing in the streets of Raith tonight”. I bet the streets of Raith will be fucking bouncing tonight.

Whilst we were at the Taxdodger’s place his girlfriend told us about a couple they know. Said couple are expecting the arrival of their first born any day now, they have a grand plan for the nursery, oh yes ! They plan to paint it Burberry. Far be it from me to cast aspersions on their aesthetic choices, but they should be shot. There are plenty of childless couples that wouldn’t inflict that kind of terror on a child. Fuck me; it’s enough to give you nightmares.

I have just watched an evening of Monkey Dust on BBC3. It’s very dark and very funny. It reminds me of Jam, but maybe not quite as disturbing.

This is the voice of the Mysterons !

We are in the middle of organising the taxdodger's 21st birthday party. I have constructed a little mini site to go with the invites that will be posted out soon. You can have a sneak preview of the site here, but please be aware that although it says that the taxdodger would like you to help him celebrate, this is not actually an invitation. You do need a ticket to get in.

Looking back at the photos it doesn’t seem like nearly 21 years. If I could give a piece of advise to anyone with children reading this, it would be; take plenty of photos, keep mementoes. You may not be nostalgic now, but in years to come you’ll have a brilliant time looking back.

Did I hear right ? Have the government given Captain Scarlet a job ? Does that mean the Mysterons are coming ? Maybe the Mysterons have nicked all the WMD from Saddam.

I had a brain-wave….. I know, they are few and far between. Now I have broadband, instead of downloading songs in mp3 format, I can download song videos in mpeg format. Genius ! Although now I may have to get a new hard drive, as the space on mine rapidly diminished. I do have some really fucking ace videos though.