Are you comfortably numb?

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

The South East is numbing my mind

Haywards Heath seems to just dull all of my senses so I have nothing of interest whatsoever to say, to anyone. Unless I'm sat in a pub with my mates with a pint in my hand. Which isn't actually that often. There is such a blandness about this town. I can't think of anything to say about anything that means anything. And I miss the mental stimulation that having to do work gives me. I know, I know, I could/should do work, but not doing anything leads you to not be bothered to do anything. So bring on going back to uni... 9 days to go!

Went to Brighton today with Becky. Big mistake. Not only thousands and millions of people around but it was freezing cold and we chose to drive for some reason. It's pretty shocking the chav quota in Brighton now. It used to be like the utopian escape from Crawley, somewhere you could go to avoid your senses being assaulted by sovereign rings, gold earrings and teenage mums. But now it seems B'ton is just as much full of chavs as the next place (Burgess Hill). It's teeming with them. Not only this, it appears that it's also been inundated with those INCREDIBLY annoying people who, when it's a really crowded shop or whatever, choose to just stop in front of you and not move, or move at the pace of a snail, when you have no other way of getting past. Argggghhhh! They make me want to chew my fingers off.

And to end, a question: how the heck did Jay Kay and Joel actually end up on Radio 1 again?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

A Christmas Letter from Middle England

Dear All,

It's hard to believe yet another year has flown by! A whole year ago we were gift-wrapping the children's iPods and placing the wreath on the front door. Well, it's been an eventful year, but what can you expect with a family like ours! We just thought we'd let all our friends know how we are and what we've been up to.

One of the most exciting events of the year was our holiday to France, skiing. We went over the New Year and had a wonderful time. The hotel was brilliant, and the kids just loved it. Humphrey particularly picked up skiing very well and was doing the black run after just 3 days! He now wants to do snowboarding.

Bob's been very busy with work. He's just won three awards for being the best management consultant in the world, but he doesn't like to talk about it! He's also just got a not-too-shabby bonus for Christmas following his nomination as 'Best Employee of the Millennium' which has allowed us to buy a replacement run-around car for me to use (just a Golf 1.8 gti, nothing special! The landrover was getting a bit past it).

The children are doing very well. Annabel has just passed her Grade 56 on the bassoon, while Humphrey is working on his Grade 38 euphonium. They both love reading! Favourites are 'The Iliad' and 'Crime and Punishment', although Annabel is more into Nietzsche than Dostoyevsky. Humphrey also ran the 100m in 8.545 seconds the other day - he is quite the athlete. Annabel on the other hand is more into art and has recently dislayed some of her work in an exhibition at the Tate.

Our second holiday was also a highlight - Barbados this time - a bit of a step down from the Seychelles but more than tolerable. Of course the children picked up the surfing straight away!

We also celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary whilst on holiday - I'm so glad we've got this far, especially with so many people failing at marriage these days! We really are so lucky.

I continue to be busy, doing my job 120 hours a week, keeping the house nice and clean and looking after the children whilst doing my charity work. But it is just SO worthwhile volunteering to help other people. Not that I like to talk about it, one must just get on with it, really.

Anyway, I've written far too much - again! I do hope this finds you well. Have a lovely Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

Lots of love

The Waltons

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Seven Things

Seven things
From Tom

Seven things to do before I die (as the seconds tick away – tick, tock, tick tock [Bill Bailey])

1. Have kids
2. Do a job I enjoy and that enables me not to be homeless and hungry
3. Go completely mad and run across a beach or a mountain shouting/singing/doing whatever I want, with no care or concern for what anyone else might think and with total abandon
4. Cook a good coq au vin
5. Go and eat at a RIDICULOUSLY expensive restaurant and have to dress up and everything
6. Have thought through most of my strongly held views and modified them accordingly
7. Know more about wine.

Seven things I cannot do

1. Know what it feels like to be kicked in the nads
2. Compete in the World Cup
3. Fly
4. Read any book I have already read for the first time. Which sucks.
5. Meet George Best.
6. Discover electricity.
7. Have an older brother or sister.

Seven things that I like in my parents

1. They smacked me.
2. They have good taste in books/music/film (for the most part)
3. They've never pressured me into doing anything education-wise or career-wise - or just anything really.
4. They've always told me I'm gorgeous even when I blatantly don't look it.
5. Curry.
6. They live in Brasil so I get to have great holidays.
7. They made growing up fun.

Seven things I say most often

1. It's the BEST
2. It's the WORST
3. A pint of Strongbow/double G&T/vodka & coke please
4. I can't do this FLIPPING essay
5. I missed my lecture/seminar (delete as appropriate)
6. I LOVE this SONG
7. Look at the SKY it's SOOOO pretty

Seven books (or series) I love (Bible not included)

1. John Steinbeck - the Grapes of Wrath
2. Harper Lee - To Kill a Mockingbird
3. Joseph Heller - Catch 22
4. Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse 5
5. C.S. Lewis - the Narnia series
6. Susan Cooper - the 'Over Sea, Under Stone' series
7. Bret Easton Ellis - American Psycho

Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would watch over and over if I had the time)

1. Usual Suspects
2. American History X
3. Dead Poets' Society
4. Cry Freedom
5. Rear Window
6. Romeo and Juliet (Zeferelli not Luhrmann)
7. Silence of the Lambs

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Good news

... I got the job as one of the news editors for Redbrick starting next term - I'm well chuffed!

In other news, I managed to burn a CD successfully with no hassle, and it's now playing on my CD player - amazing!

Have to now go and write an essay over which I am tearing my hair out... 'Did the Bourbon Monarchy seal its own fate in Revolutionary France?' All I can think of is chocolate biscuits... still, at least we've moved on from European 16th century population surges...

Peace out ;)

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Anyone who says Britain isn't racist needs to wake up and smell the hatred

Taken from this article on the Guardian website:

"He loved coming to church - he was a godly person. He was very serious about that. He had a passion for basketball and a seriousness about the things of God."

Anthony had assumed the role of head of the household, following the separation from his father Steve. "Anthony was my prayer partner, we prayed together. He was in training to be a good man," she added. "So when it came to making decisions in the home, we made them together. We talked about it because he was 18 and I was preparing him to be a good husband and good father, and he would have been. All that is gone now.

"For instance, he would wash up on a Tuesday night. He was one of the few who would commit himself to that chore.

"On Tuesday nights now, nobody can wash up. He would mow the lawn on a Thursday. Now, none of us can mow the lawn. There is this massive absence in the house, this massive long pause. And we think: 'When is this going to end?'

"I go into the kitchen and I make his tea. I'm counting out the potatoes - one, two, three and I'm still putting a potato in for him. I'm still doing it.

"I still put an extra meal aside which no one will touch. No one dares to say who it belongs to because we all know whose it is. We will never get over this.

"Someone has taken a piece of my heart. How do you mend a broken heart? You can't mend a broken heart."