Monthly Archives: December 2003

Yet another year draws to a close. I wonder if next year will be any different, and how long will it take me to remember to write the date correctly?

Project Gotham Racing 2 on the XBOX is viciously addictive. I must try not to waste all my time on it again tonight, although given that I’ve been playing constantly for the last two hours, that doesn’t look very likely.

I think I have overdosed on beer.

A quiet couple of days. Rode up to my parents to collect the car yesterday, nearly died on the way up the hill, took about 2 hours before I stopped feeling like I was about to throw up. Then went out to my brothers and spent a while setting up Ethan’s farm. Wandered home in the evening and watched a bit of TV and read quite a bit.

Today I headed to Sainsburys as I hadn’t got much food. Neither had they. Popped into the LBS to have a look at the sale, spent a whole £4 on two more inner tubes. The rest of the day has been spent lounging around, putting presents away, and finished off the book I was reading. Shame there is only one day left before I have to go back to work.

Well thats another Christmas over and done with. I’ve just returned from doing the family thing, and am slumped in the armchair deliberating whether or not to go for a festive bike ride. I think that the bike ride may lose out to another bottle of wine, I’ll finish this mug of tea and think about it while listening to “I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Christmas Carol”.

On other matters, happy first birthday to Sian Davison, although I doubt she’ll be able to read this anyway.

Currently we are sat around eating slightly sweaty mature cheddar (I think), and drinking red wine and vintage port from chipped and coffee-stained mugs.

Does life get any better?

It’s nearing christmas, so work is slowly griding to a halt. Today was livened up by my ADSL falling over just after I got to work, the office “picnic-lunch”, and a hoax bomb scare in the atrium. Final skittles match of the year tonight, so we get to find out how much we didn’t win in the club raffle.

Last nights party continued until the early hours, fueled by gin and tonic, port, and orange vodka, I think my collection of piercings amused and perplexed a few people, prompting such questions as “so where exactly does the ring go then?”. Quite surprisingly I wasn’t hungover this morning. The journey back was nice and swift as well, there was very little traffic about considering the proximity to christmas.

Once back in civilisation, I got the pesky present wrapping chore out of the way, which should leave me free to imbibe plenty more alcohol before Thursday. Looks like christmas eve will end up being a quiet night of recovery at home.

Best news is that I am due to pick up my new toy on Tuesday morning, that should provide plenty of fun and spanner-wielding opportunities over the festive period.

The mulled wine is warming gently, and we’ve started on the gin and tonic whilst watching the end of the rubgy.

I suspect plenty more alcohol will be quaffed before the evening is over.

Had our work christmas party tonight, we went for a nice festive curry which was a much better idea that the usual turkey and all the trimmings. Due to feeling slightly fragile after overindulging yesterday, I left at 10 and wandered home. Popped into Sainsburys on the way back and managed to get all the shopping I needed done in about 5 minutes instead of the hour it usually takes on a Saturday morning. Should leave me with time for a nice lie-in tomorrow before heading off to Kettering for a party.

This one hurts too much.

It would appear that I’ve reached the ripe old age of 31.

Doesn’t seem that much different from 30 really.

I think I managed a whole one hours sleep last night. Not good. I’ve ridden a bike for a grand total of three miles in the last two weeks, and that nearly finished me off.

Why can’t I shift this bloody cold?

Still bunged up and aching. Couldn’t face going out so I’ve just pottered round the house all day. I cleaned my Stiffee, shimmed the front brake, re-routed the gear cables, and took the stickers off of the forks. The forks could do with reduced travel, but I can’t be arsed stripping them down at the moment.

Back to the office tomorrow, I’ll probably end up spending the first couple of days just catching up with my emails. Judicious use of “delete” will no doubt speed things along nicely.