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"Coo..innit quiet ? "…or so the punchline for an old joke goes ?!

 

Well it’s has been for a reason…I’ve not been updating this because my own website has been getting overhauled big-time. Am not going to plug it in here but basically blogs meanderings and such will be being transferred over to there from here as I like a bit (sorry…a lot) more control over how, what, where and style of presentation of things I do online.

 

So…if you know me you should know where to go ! If not email for a ‘youarell’

 

ttfn…I’m outta here

‘S been a funny couple of weeks. My daughter reached her 1st birthday (OMFG ! When did the someone sneak in and abscond with the last year thank you soooo very much !?)

We had parentals from both sides visit and had a nice lunch out together, then party with great birthday cake courtesy of Z…[nice going baby !] plus friends from Dunbar visit with their little guy, just a few weeks older than the Minx…a really nice, grown-up weird kind of day.

Still (despite daily evidence to the contrary !? 5:30am wake-ups, nappies, grinching) feels odd to think of myself as a parent ?! It’s almost other-worldly and a bit ethereal sometimes, think we need to have more…just to be sure

Oh and in addition..I still haven’t shifted this snot-slick banging about in my sinuses, I have managed to get back to biking to work, am back to karate (YAY!), got my annual appraisal (all round good and some ££ ) and have now got 10 days and counting to finish my tax return before HM Customs come round and give me a good kicking ?!

Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck Feck…..

<Update on the Tax return:>
    Exactly like studying for finals…sooner you get into the better !! Paperwork gathered and form completed in less than an hour…No how do I go about getting these dumb-asses to STOP asking me to confirm how much tax they are already deducting from me monthly at source ! You monkeys are taxing me ?!?! What d’you mean you want me to self-assess…can’t you tell how much you are taking off me ?!? ARRghghgh…gnhgnhgnhgnh

Sigh…nevermind…on a happier note I had a great day with the grrrls today and a couple of hours nerding updating my personal site will put the finishing touches to a fine weekend ?!
   

 

…I am coulrophobic.

 

I once spent a week in Switzerland snowboarding with Z. We stayed in a nice hotel slightly out of the main village, quiet and understated, rode all day, wandered about in the evenings for a few beers and ate most evenings in the hotel. But the single most disturbing thing about the trip…every single wall in the dining area was covered in paintings of clowns. Laughing clowns, clowns crying while they were laughing, clowns in repose, clowns with big feet, clowns presenting their shitty, implausible plastic squirty flowers for you to sniff like only an imbecile would accept….argghhh…f##king clowns everywhere ?!? Honestly a meal and bottle of wine later in there and you felt like someone was dragging their nails down the inside of your skull. And as if this wasn’t a sufficient travesty, the owners had managed to source a nice line in Pierette et Pierot artwork too…!?!?

 

wrong…so so wrong.

 

 

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The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don’t go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.