Saturday, July 14, 2007

For all you... fans out there (that includes you, Aidan!), here's a little something that made me smile today. We're off to Brighton for a bit of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll, so have a good one (or a wet one) and don't do anything I wouldn't!

After that, I'm off to Milan on Monday & Tuesday and then Brussels again later in the week, so I'll try to stop by when I get the chance. Oh for a quiet life... that said, I've achieved the revenues that I need for my second year in business and it's only July - I'd be a bit of a prat if I complained about it. So I won't.

There's quite a lot that I could bore you with, but we're about to jump in the car... another time, then ;-)

(Oh, before I go... something here for all us bordering-on-suicidal parents!)

Monday, July 09, 2007

Musical Monday (a cross one)

Do things happen to you sometimes that force you to reconsider the way in which you regard yourself? I find myself in a very strange situation these days, and try as I might I’m feeling a growing desire to react in some way. Even though I know there really isn't any point.

What am I going on about? Well, the truth is that I’m a 47-year old man, who no doubt looks his age… in fact, most of the time I feel my age too (don't let those HNT photos fool you - I'm fairly handy with a camera!). And yet, here I am in love with a woman of 29 – a woman who probably looks at least 5 years younger than she is. In my own social circles, I’m accepted - indeed, by some, even admired - for who and what I am, and yet now I find myself the recipient of quizzical looks, as if there’s no earthly reason that anyone can fathom as to why I should be so “lucky”. As if I’m some kind of freak of fucking nature.

Well, as much as I generally don’t give a toss what other people think, there’s a distinct possibility that I’m going to get very cross with somebody soon. Yes, I know I should just laugh, but even so I’m only human. Bea thinks that I’m mad even thinking about it, mind you… then again, she's not the one getting the looks. At least, not those kinds of looks.

Musical Monday

Anyway, to Musical Monday. It seems ages since I played anything from The Greatest Band Of All Time (although I must admit that I couldn’t be arsed to check… if probably wasn’t). So here for your delectation is On The Turning Away, from the album A Momentary Lapse of Reason (god-al-bloody-mighty... was it really as long ago as 1987???). And yes – it’s the Floyd, of course.

If you want join in with Musical Monday, just stick this in your sidebar or on your post, but change ALL the brackets to the pointy ones first:

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Thursday, July 05, 2007

Just goes to show...

In not a great deal of time, we're all off on holiday - to Tenerife again, naturally, but this time there'll be four of us. And it got me thinking about last year to the point where I decided to have a quick recap of my returning from holiday post. And if I may, I'll quote...
And I was quite good in a relative sense, barely getting up to any mischief whatsoever. I did get a little bit tempted by one of the girls that worked in the bars at the hotel, mind you; her name is Beatriz, she’d been there last year (when we’d got on really well) and it was great to see her again. This time, she was even more tactile than I remembered, touching my hands, my arms, and my chest as we were talking (no lower, unfortunately). Then, one evening, she said something to me and stroked my face, and that point my resolve broke completely and I must admit I asked her out for dinner. Much to everyone’s surprise (including my own) she said yes, and we ended up having a fantastic meal in a seafood restaurant tucked away in a little fishing village overlooking the sea. Afterwards, she took me to a salsa bar to meet her sister, and then we drank, clubbed and chatted until about four in the morning. She's beautiful, intelligent, and funny, and has decided that she wants to pop over to London for a visit.

Oh, and she's 28. And Cuban. And the most fucking amazing dancer I’ve ever seen.
You have to laugh! To be honest, I'm not sure what it proves (if anything), other than the fact that you can't predict the future. Or, perhaps, a 47 year old Londoner and a 29 year old Cuban can have more in common than you'd imagine. But what it definitely illustrates is that the strange mystery of life doesn't become any clearer however old you might be getting, or might have gotten (!). You've got to love it, haven't you?

Care in the community

She's back - leaving silly comments on Haloscan and generally acting like the psycho that she is.

IP Address

Country United Kingdom

Jackie, if you want to be properly named and shamed then carry on doing what you're doing - I really don't care.

I actually feel like a bit of a ramble, but I'm in a meeting all day today... maybe this evening. But it was nice to see a few old faces visiting, and it gave me a slightly warm feeling in my tummy :-)

Later, gator...