Catching up on a slow Sunday afternoon

October 18, 2009 at 3:25 pm | In Uncategorized | 4 Comments
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Well, I’ve not been great in writing this blog for months now. Distractions can occur. When I’m at work I am sat in front of a PC for at least 5 hours a day and there’s a routine of non-work that fits snugly into the routine of actual work; I check the BBC news pages and read any new stuff about Saints or AFC Bournemouth; I delete the freecycle emails from my yahoo account – I have no stuff to give away and no room for anything else – sometimes I might skim them just in case someone is giving away a crate of priceless old punk vinyl (they never are); I check my last.fm pages and I check here too. Anyway, there’s a finite amount of time all this non-work can fit into and, against my better judgement, and after work said to me that I actually should get one of them because, well I work in IT and they are the future apparently, I signed up with Twitter. Twice.

So, if you ever want to;
www.twitter.com/thisisall1word – that’s my ‘normal’ one
www.twitter.com/joefoster_PICT – that’s my ‘work’ one

So there’s that eating into my time a bit. Not sure if I like it yet because I am thoroughly bored of people having conversations saying “You do read Stephen Fry’s twitters don’t you? You don’t! Oh, well, and this is so funny…” blah blah blah. Conversation gets sucked into what some celebrities think about something. Celebrities, even those as great as Mr Fry, can hold good opinions but I dislike the viral like spread of this culture further and further into our daily lives.

Where was I? Where was I?

Twitter joins the list and blogging sits back. Plus I’ve still been archiving the old 20six blog stuff (not done for a while) and I now have to worry about backing up all my old geocities content. Back in the day before people said inane things such as “back in the day” I was a geocities dweller, hotsprings neighbourhood, class of 97, back when there was a big thing made when we reached 250,000 members. This, I thought, is the future. And it was for a while. Now it’s closing down and I have to pick through badly constructed html and save what I can by next week…

So so so so so so so so so.

Apologies, I’ve not been writing here, have I? Not much. Not often.

My ankle got knackered at Mildew’s wedding – I stepped into the gloom behind a statue of queen Victoria thinking the ground was flat when in fact there was a 3 step drop. My ankle is getting better but it is still not fit enough for me to use it for something important.
I swam – did I say this already – in October Dorset waters…

I swam again in
October Dorset Waters
From Man of War Bay

And off Portland Bill
Handstands on Purbeck Limestone
Down from Golden Cap

…last weekend was the best man speech nerves and remaining calm and collected before the service so that Fox remained calm(ish) and collected(ish), remembering the rings, handing out orders of service, smiling, shaking hands and trying to fix names to faces to positions on family trees. Rewriting my speech on teh fly and watching in wonder at Fox’s great speech in English and Norweigan and then some harmonica blowing to the Ramones ‘Baby I Love You’… Drinking a bit too much a bit too early, forgetting to keep checking the camera and top it up with polaroid paper (but it was all good), dancing with everyone I could, being the last to leave and being refused entry into the Big Chill bar (quite rightly so) heading back to drink Bourbon and Coke with Nicole and Karen, waking up without a hangover the next day, waking up still drunk, sleeping more, waking up with a hangover, shooting across town to try and look stable and eat food with families of the bride and groom, return suits to angry suit hire man – “they’re in the wrong fucking bags” – back to relax…

…work was busy busy busy this week, lots of things going wrong but all fixed by close of play Friday and off to the pub at work in the palace for much needed drinks. Boss celebrating a 40th birthday and was happily drunk when I left at 8. Met lots of people I worked with years ago all saying “Hi, haven’t seen you for ages, I am drunk” “me too, me too”…

the rise and fall of autumn in digestible chunks and meaningless asides

October 29, 2008 at 1:44 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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Outside, a man repeatedly beeps his car horn and shouts out of the driver’s window at a house next to which he has stopped; “whore! whore!”.
From across the park invisible figures watch him pulled from floating in a zero gravity time flow towards this very suburban bitter moment. They bear witness to this small scene but although they realise that there must be some importance to the viewing it is understood that it is not for them to interperet it one way or anyother, nor should the moment convey any meaning for them. It is just one image played out against many others in no decernable order and therefore they let it wash over them as if this was all a dream, which if they were capable of concluding or speculating, it very much could be.
It snowed in October. As Pan American do their bass drone space rock thang on the record player I can stare out of the window onto settled snow in the early hours of a north London morning.
The heating has been put on for the benfit of my flatmate. I am made of sturdier stuff and my bedroom window will stay upon to help me sleep and in a strange folk belief system that it will keep me healthy.
Back to work tomrrow after 2 days holiday. Tomorrow will be a shit storm at work and I am looking forward to it in a morbid perverse way. Records swapped to a Tarentel 12″ more post rock lullabies. Then more words…

As I have just said, I have had a short holiday from work, tacked onto the end of the weekend. During this time I have done a small amount of cleaning and subjected myself to further irregular sleep patterns. Last week my sleep rota went like so;
Tuesday sleep from 3am to 9am
Wednesday sleep from 5am to 5:30pm
Thursday sleep from 4am to 9am
Friday sleep from 4am to 9am
Saturday sleep from 4am to 5pm
Sunday – no sleep
Monday sleep from 3am to 1pm
Tuesday sleep from 3am to 2pm

Not balanced. Waking up when the light is going is disconcerting. I also have dreamed far and wide but forgotten most. I did shoot a pirate through the head, wounding but not killing. He is all right and has absconded his pirate king status and vowed revenge on whoever did that to him. I kept shtum. He did shoot me first I must point out. I then danced with someone’s house keeper, or should I say, she danced with me.

I am learning and teaching Mr Fox ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ on guitar so that we play play that at young Mr Fox’s wedding. Only typing the above song do I realise that its a apt song for yours truly and so have I subconsciously selected a song for myself instead of for someone else? Oh the guilt!
Next year is weddings year – I think I have 3 to go to at least. My sister is getting married and I discussed music with her and Mum and Dad last month. Mum & Dad did have a small reception but no wedding dance – few sandwiches in the church hall and bit to drink. So I found an old song that they both like and will play it at my sisters wedding for them – its called ‘Everything I Am’ by Plastic Penny, a 60s pop, slightly psychedelic outfit.

Now,… bed.

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