Innocent smile,
Runnin' free,
Baby's gonna give it like it used to be ..
Runnin' free,
Baby's gonna give it like it used to be ..
Hello goslings.
I've just got back from a few days camping in Newquay where I wrestled unsuccessfully with a camping stove and cursed the British weather for being rainy and windy on me occasionally. Yes, I sunbathed, frequently and spiritedly, but I did wear a fleece as I did so.
This short break has also taught me that I am a crap partner to play in a pool tournament with. The snooker type one, not the swimming sort, that is. Fair play, I'm a bit shite at it, but the hissy strop that came about as a result of my performance the other night simply did not equate. To that particular partner I say this: When you enter your "It's not about taking part, its about winning" mindset that I know so well, you have all the charm of a whales cock. You're fine otherwise.
But, what I did take away from this short holiday was re-discovering my ability to read.
I used to plough through books and absolutely bum reading, but now its usually a case of "Goodness, look at all these books I haven't read; don't they all look interesting? No, wait - better not risk it. I shall read this book that I know by heart to see if its changed in any way since the last time".
Thus I've gone through months and months of not reading a new book.
The book that broke this tradition however was given and recommended by a friend. It's called Flashman, the first of a series called The Flashman Papers. It follows the fictional exploits of a more minor character (the school bully, the titular Flashman) from Tom Brown's Schooldays, and basically tells of life after his expulsion from school from his point of view. Victorian life and wars through the eyes of a cowardly, cheating, womanising bastard. Its ruddy brill and pretty funny, if a little dark at times. I recommend lots.
And after a message that worried me a little, I'd like to confirm that I'm still very fond of all you people who I haven't seen for the best part of a month. Especially this person - "I'm scared you [-] don't want to be my friend anymore". Mate, I ruddy love you. I'll visit soon.
I've just got back from a few days camping in Newquay where I wrestled unsuccessfully with a camping stove and cursed the British weather for being rainy and windy on me occasionally. Yes, I sunbathed, frequently and spiritedly, but I did wear a fleece as I did so.
This short break has also taught me that I am a crap partner to play in a pool tournament with. The snooker type one, not the swimming sort, that is. Fair play, I'm a bit shite at it, but the hissy strop that came about as a result of my performance the other night simply did not equate. To that particular partner I say this: When you enter your "It's not about taking part, its about winning" mindset that I know so well, you have all the charm of a whales cock. You're fine otherwise.
But, what I did take away from this short holiday was re-discovering my ability to read.
I used to plough through books and absolutely bum reading, but now its usually a case of "Goodness, look at all these books I haven't read; don't they all look interesting? No, wait - better not risk it. I shall read this book that I know by heart to see if its changed in any way since the last time".
Thus I've gone through months and months of not reading a new book.
The book that broke this tradition however was given and recommended by a friend. It's called Flashman, the first of a series called The Flashman Papers. It follows the fictional exploits of a more minor character (the school bully, the titular Flashman) from Tom Brown's Schooldays, and basically tells of life after his expulsion from school from his point of view. Victorian life and wars through the eyes of a cowardly, cheating, womanising bastard. Its ruddy brill and pretty funny, if a little dark at times. I recommend lots.
And after a message that worried me a little, I'd like to confirm that I'm still very fond of all you people who I haven't seen for the best part of a month. Especially this person - "I'm scared you [-] don't want to be my friend anymore". Mate, I ruddy love you. I'll visit soon.
