Frosty

Sometimes a site comes to my attention that’s just so silly it’s excellent. Frostywelcome is one of those – remember making up messages from magnetic letters on fridge doors? This is the electronic equivalent – including buidling a snap and being able to send it to friends. Perfect silliness for a friday.

Blast from the Past

I was planning on writing a post tonight about depression, SAD, and a whole load of other things. However, I’m now not in the mood to do so – silly, isn’t it?

Instead, I’m actually smiling. I’ve just spent 90 minutes on the phone with a friend who I hadn’t spoken to in at least two years. About a year ago I wrote to her, letting her know new address and phone number etc., and left it at that – we’d had our ups and downs over the previous year, and so I left it up to her to make contact. It never happened, and I’d pretty much written it off, never expecting to hear from her again. Such is life.

But she called tonight – and it’s like the two years hasn’t happened. Straight back to stupid conversations, idiot jokes, and completely Sweary Mary phases. Absolutely excellent. We’ll be meeting up before long – she doesn’t live overly far away – and it’ll be good to see her again. But for now I’m just all smiley anyway. And after the last couple of weeks, that’s a good thing.

Winter on the Horizon

According to the BBC’s weather site, the temperature in Manchester today is going to be about 9°-10°C. OK, that’s not the same as some of the summer temperatures we’ve had, but nor is it sub-zero freeze-the-bollocks-off-a-brass-monkey weather. Even with the added wind-chill factor, Mr BrassMonkey is still going to be OK to father other little monkeys.

So why is it that everyone else seems to have decided it’s now officially winter, that it’s time for scarves, gloves, big thick winter coats, and anything short of walking around covered in buffalo hide? I’m sorry, but to me it’s just not that cold. Wandering through the town centre, looking at the people around me swaddled up against the “cold” like Smiffy from the Bash Street Kids, all I keep on finding myself wondering is just what these people will do when it actully does get cold?

Men just can’t help acting on it

As today’s been remarkably linkless, I thought I’d just say that the first man to go over Niagara Falls unprotected and survive is incredibly lucky. I wonder if he really did act on an impulse, or if there’s more to it?

Friends and family say he’d been planning the stunt for months, so it remains to be seen whether he’ll be found guilty of performing an illegal stunt. It was definitely a cunning stunt though. (with apologies to Dr Spooner)

Ouch

One day I’ll learn.

Note to self : While in the throes of a cold, it really fucking hurts to sneeze in the middle of a (muted) burp caused by fizzy drink. I’ll write more when my eyes have stopped watering.

Diary Blockage

I knew it was going to get confusing. Two friends, both of whom have their 30th birthdays within a week of each other. They were going to share a birthday do, and then it all got horribly complicated, so they decided not to. I no longer know if one knows that the other one is still having a birthday celebration – allbeit a smaller one than initially planned. And here’s where it gets confusing.

Chez Lyle (AKA the flop-house) is being used by one friend and her other guests as a sleeping place. That’s fine. The other friend is having a day with food and cinema. That’s fine too. Except they’re both on the same day. I need to organise myself so that I can say to the one with people staying “when are you arriving, because I’m busy during the day” without dropping anyone else in it about birthday things that either are being kept quiet, or are just chaotic. And of course the one with the daytime do is now away ’til Friday. Aaargh.

Thankfully, neither of them read d4d (to my knowledge) so I can blither aimlessly about it for now. I know I’ll figure it all out, but it’ll involve running round like a blue-arsed fly.

I think that for my next hobby I’m going to start pogo-sticking through minefields. It’s fun, and sounds safer and easier.

Yawning

Why is it that all meeting rooms have their heating turned up 10 degrees higher than anywhere else? It’s not enough to be stuck in a tedious yawn-inducing highly stimulating and informative meeting, but it has to be warm enough that it hits the cerebral snooze button too…

God only knows how I stayed awake through the last 90 minutes. It came so close to sleep that I feel quite grouchy and “woken-up” again now. I’m sure I’m not the only one.