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@ 2015-08-27 – 22:56:02
@ 2015-08-27 – 22:19:52
So many of my old "Friends" have moved on to other sites by now, but I feel strangely reluctant to flee... it feels like I'm like a rat fleeing the ship. Everywhere else, every site I could move to feels oddly inhospitable.
Yet, what is thee point of staying? Apprarently my blog here is read quite a lot - but not many people leave messages - we are strangers, we haven't been introduced.
There is one particular personal subject I do want to blog about; and two or three years ago I would done without hesitation - infact I would have hoped that Friend or two woulf have givenme some helpful and affectionate feedback. But for the moment, I feel unready to expose myself (to strangers). Maybe in a day or two.
@ 2015-08-27 – 11:03:39
With the upcoming demise of BCUK, all but one of my former "Friends" have fled the site, so there are few people around to read what I write here, unless they check the Home list of often commercial bloggers. So here I am, appearing amongst them, probably producing one of the dullest posts I have ever written.
@ 2015-08-27 – 09:16:25
All I took was two halves of a feeble-grade paracetamol.
Sill haven't decided on which blog site to move to.
@ 2015-08-27 – 07:07:10
I slept through the night without blogging!
And, for the first time for ages, I feel optimistic.
@ 2015-08-26 – 22:47:32
After a whole afternoon's expensive loving care from a Mac Man. For example, the program menu bar keeps disappearing. For example, it keeps falsely claiming there is no keyboard connected, it keeps refusing to turn off my spellcheck (and using halfwit aka US spelling)
@ 2015-08-26 – 21:19:47
I saw my mother yesterday, in bed, in the nursing home, restless. I don't know if she recognised me. She spoke a little bit - "water!" "pillow!" and she ate some food. In a strange way, she seemed full of life.
@ 2015-08-26 – 19:03:21
Like the weather.
@ 2015-08-26 – 11:46:43
is nasty company who in effect forced me to pay me a £15.91 bill which I do believe I owed them. Slimey bastards.
@ 2015-08-26 – 09:12:40
I am still feel disorientated by my latest dream, which somehow also included a TV cookery show where Tony wore a kilt. But breeding pandas was his speciality.
@ 2015-08-26 – 03:37:20
Isn't Donald Trump a Lovely Man? Mild, self effacing, hilarious, always generous about others, especially Mexicans. I do worry, though, that he is about to launch off in the direction of the Miky Way - after he's started a nuclear war on the ungrateful planet that has rejected him.
@ 2015-08-26 – 03:14:46
Oh, All Eternty's too short to utter All Thy Praise.
Yet, at the same time, I have to say that a Sunday church service is far, far too long.
And the Devil has the Best Tunes.
@ 2015-08-26 – 02:38:38
I love myself, I love myself, I love my self, I lovw my sekf, I love mysekf, No - it doesn't work.
@ 2015-08-25 – 05:22:37
Yeah, yeah. I'll divorce you in the morning. Now please go back to sleep.
@ 2015-08-24 – 23:19:26
The Unconcious often dares to be out of control.
(No, Darling, I have never met.. What did you say her name was - Ashley Madison?)
@ 2015-08-24 – 22:25:58
I am bipolar.
I am ambivalent.
I am a grapefruit.
Possibly I am mad.
@ 2015-08-24 – 14:28:07
I have, as far as I can tell, no obvious reason to feel exhausted all the time (except blogging most nights at 4 am - but apart from that I usually sleep soundly and longish) and yet, the thought of travelling - by train and taxi - to see my mother, probably asleep - this afternoon, is making me feel I would prefer to sink into a dreamless coma.
Also, by the way, I feel distessed at the Shoreham plane crash, which happened just along the coast on the A27, a road I know well. Shoreham aiport - which I also pass on the train on my way to Chichester - is far too small for the Hawker plane to have landed at, even in a good condition, so I suppose the dual carrigeway road was the best place the pilot - who is presently in an enduced coma - could choose. I'm glad it wasn't my choice.
@ 2015-08-24 – 09:00:25
Or is it Purgatory? I can't wake up. Where am I?
@ 2015-08-24 – 04:28:18
"You spend far too much time devising silly little blog entries overnight and far too little useless dreaming. Under the new Euro Fuhrer, this will become illegal..."
No, no. I am dreaming already.
@ 2015-08-24 – 03:07:39
I had 2146 hits yesterday. Someone must still be trolling.
@ 2015-08-24 – 03:04:25
That I have CRAMP again in the middle of the night. And that, unless MORTALITY intervenes (god, this site is boring at the moment) I will have moved to somewhere else by December.
@ 2015-08-23 – 22:09:15
Many Feared Dead. Satanic uber-dwarfs flee to Isle of Wight. Safari Software refuses to frame itself to fit screen. No Ice cream flavours reccommended, although I have correctly installed the correct extension. Could this be the first evidence of a new alien invasion?
@ 2015-08-23 – 21:29:54
All my passwords seem to be expiring at the same time, or are becoming jumbled in my tired, confused, but highly imaginative brain. Will we - and you can answer this even if you are not officially my Friend - will we need an Official Password to get through St Peter's Gate?
@ 2015-08-23 – 14:15:51
I will begin it yesterday!
@ 2015-08-23 – 05:18:54
if you wish to join the Labour Party, especially for £3.
However, regardless of status, political beliefs or eccentricity, you may Comment here.
@ 2015-08-23 – 04:41:01
Except Guide Dogs
@ 2015-08-23 – 04:08:37
Revolutionary new discovery
@ 2015-08-22 – 21:28:29
That's 2 days low food intake every week - 600 calories for men, 500 for women.
That is the theory. I don't yet if I will be able to keep it up.
The aim is not too look heavily pregnant any more.
ANTBODY ELSE GUT ANY BETTER SUGGESTION?
@ 2015-08-22 – 13:21:59
or rather, I am not getting enough sleep or rest, and I am permanently in a drowse.
Solutiom suggestions welcome.
@ 2015-08-22 – 10:18:53
I could see her reflected in my monitor before I turned the computer.
Had something happened in the night that I had completely forgotten? Had I - without rembering - picked her up in the street outside and brought her back to my little flat in this Old Peoples Home, seduced her (why else would she be naked?) and then must have (but why? I had never done anything like this in my life before) killed her? She lay perfectly still, but there was no blood, as far as I could see in the reflection on the PC monitor.
At last, I turned round - or rather was about to, when the phone rang.
The police? No, my therapist, wanting to rearrange our next appointment.
And when at last I turned to the sofa I saw no naked woman at all, just a pile of clean but unironed clothes.