It's been nearly a week since my last post. Don't let that give you the illusion that I've been spectacularly busy because I assure you, I haven't been.
It's been a week of bi-polar proportions, a couple of good nights out amalgamated with some drops in mood occurring due to people who in their own ways make my life difficult. Whether they mean to or not is another matter.
What's been getting me to sleep recently is Red Dwarf series I-VIII, playing all the episodes of a series in one big chunk with the commentary on. Effective DVD commentary fascinates me and it only seems to work with comedy films or programmes as the people concerned are wits and funny in their own rights, so it makes for an entertaining listen.
Wednesday deserves a post in it's own right really, so I will conjure up one as soon as I can be bothered from my hat of magic tricks. Last night, or if I'm more precise, Friday night was funny and entertaining, but isn't it always when you go out with your mates for a small booze and go to a grotty, yet popular club where there seems to be an abundance of midgets?
Other than that nothing has really happened. A few new writing ideas need to be put into fruition, as like so many others I have plucked from the sky, they are still in their embryonic stages which, in rough terms, can be described as recurring thoughts accompanied with me saying: 'ooo, that would be good'.
Friday also brought to my attention that lack of aptitude I have for dancing. In February last year I went to the very same club, pissed out of my head doing Mick Jagger impressions to anyone who was willing to see me stamp one foot with my lips protruding from my face singing 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction'. At the peak of my merriment I was dancing without giving a shit what I looked like, the result of this may have looked good or bad. This time around, drinking slightly less, I couldn't dance to save my life, my legs were leaden, my hand kept on touching my neck. I believe this is the one thing that holds back my skills for rhythmic movement: what the fuck to do with my hands. I shall have to work on it, if I can find the power to give a toss....
What I might do to break this awful boredom is review the albums that have shaped my life so far individually in posts. Will give me something to do other than frequent naughty sites and eat cheese whilst watching Shakespeare: The Animated Tales which yes....I do have on DVD
Well, until next time
JPH
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