Thursday, October 30, 2003

Now reading Reckless Engineering by Nick Walters and listening to The Wormery by Steve Cole and Paul Magrs. Very excited that I'm going down to That London for Panopticon this weekend. It will be wonderful to see my mates and drink heavily. If I see Nick I'll tell him that he preserves a sense of mystery that makes me want to read on. If I see Steve, I'll tell him that it's his round.

Still going to the gym (three times a week) but about to give up cycling to and from work for the winter.

It seems I can't put pictures on this blog. Arse. But I have now used the camera to sell enough things on Ebay to pay for itself. That sort of makes sense if you think stupidly about it. I am going to Ebay everything I possibly can. But easy to pack items (not vinyl LPs for example) will take precedence. It's good we now live near a Post Office.

Really very excited about the weekend. End of term feeling here, expecially as I have just written, er, submitted my input for, my annual performance review.

Foggy in Edinburgh today. But it was so dark this morning I couldn't see it. Reminded of my summer holiday read - Lanark by Alsaadair Gray, which begins in the city of Unthank which is very like Glasgow except that it's almost always dark.

Everyone in the world apart from me seems to be in a funny mood.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Well, yes, alright. technically, it would have been a worthwhile time, but I've been somewhat preoccupied with actually doing the move, and visiting the NorthWest of England. And joining a gym. And, you can probably tell from the fact that I've joined a gym that I'm in a new-year resolution kind of mood, so my blog gets reactivated.
If it were New Years Day and I were to make a resolution it would be "Stop being cross in front of the cat", and possibly more generally, "Stop being cross".
I've also just ordered a Digital Camera, so I hope to enliven this Blog somehow with up-to-the-second pictures of my life. A sort of sound-free version of the splendid series Peepshow.
Last night I went with Helen to collect an award on behalf of The Princes Trust, which she works for. I had joined her and her colleagues on the Great Edinburgh Walk a few month before, and we raised over £750 in sponsorship for the trust. The Walk organisers handed out the awards at the Assembley rooms, and I walked on the same stage as the cast of Jerry Springer the Opera and Twelve Angry Men to shake hands with the deputy Lord Provost of Edinburgh and the editor of the Evening News. And another bloke.
The CEO of my company is visiting today. He walked near my desk earlier, but didn't say "Hey! Aren't you Dave Owen, of Doctor Who Magazine?". Must be a Buffy fan instead.