The more I think about it, the more I realise that this blog stuff is a really weird form of communication. It’s very personal and completely detached at the same time. It’s immediate, but it’s also available long-term (as long as the archives work). It’s honest in a way, more honest (in the sense of open) than I normally am face to face with people. On the other hand, the persona I project in the blog is as edited as the persona I project in real life. It’s just edited differently. I am honest and open about different things. Or about the same things in a different way. I don’t know. In real life, I’m a terrible liar. It’s easier to lie in writing. You can’t see my face. Actually, I’m worse at lying if I get asked an unexpected question. If I’m unprepared. That also makes lying in writing easier. I can stop and think and make the lie more convincing. Which is not to say that everything in this blog is a lie. Far from it. It is a truth of sorts. Edited truth, though. I’m not as much of an exhibitionist as I sometimes must appear.

The scary part, or the exiting part, depending on which way you look at it, is not knowing who reads this. I mean, I know some of the people who read this. Some of them I’ve even met in real life. For the rest, who knows? My next-door neighbour? My boss? My best friend? A weird little lady in Fulham, and her cat? A super-intelligent shade of blue?

One thing is certain, the comments make this much more fun than it would otherwise have been. I like comments (hint, hint).

Am half-watching Jack of All Trades while writing this. Funny. I want the Dragoon’s cape. Nice red velvet.

Music in my head: The Roger Ramjet theme song (set off, no doubt, by the Jack of All Trades theme song, but not the same tune at all, of course. The tune itself is really called something else, but I can’t remember what. Think it’s a Sousa march, actually. Anyway, it’s in my head with the Roger Ramjet lyrics, so what does it matter. Think I need to go an put some other music on…)

I HAVE SALMON OF DOUBT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doing jiggy-dance (just in my head, though, other people at work, too…)

Unfortunately, also have work to do, so can’t go home submerge.

Why, when there is finally something to write home about/use war-type headlines for/sound in barbaric yawp over the rooftops is no fuss made anywhere at all? (Except here!)

Remembered what it was I was going to check yesterday. Yay me.

Also found my favourite summery trousers without turning the flat upside down and shaking it. Yay me.

Went to the gym. Yay me.

Unfortunately, came out around dinner time and there’s a kebab-shop just across the street. Oh well, proteins are good for you, I’ve heard.

Music in my head: Underneath Your Clothes (Shakira – I find myself liking that song, didn’t like the previous one, oh well)

I logged on to the internet just now to check something. Problem is, by the time the stupid computer had connected, I had forgotten what (considering possibility that the computer isn’t the one who’s stupid). Well, that’s it then. Brain completely gone. Out the window. Zip.

Well, never mind.

In other news: Discovered Salmon of Doubt (the new Douglas Adams book) in the window of a closed (noooooooooooooo, why? Why? Why? Why does the world conspire against me?) bookstore today. Which means it’s out. Available. Why hasn’t anyone told me? Why haven’t the nice people at amazon (considering whether the people at amazon might be less nice than I thought) sent me an e-mail? Or at least made a bit of a song and dance about it on the welcome page? It’s not as if I never visit the site. Surely I’m not the only Adams fan out there? Surely they are interested in selling books? Am looking foreward to long desolate weekend and Monday at work before I can locate open bookshop and get my hands on the book. For *%#$’s sake, I’ve only been waiting for this book for about 10 years (you could argue that waiting another day or two can’t hurt, but I assure you, it can).

Mmm. Just seen last half of Batman & Robin. Stupid movie, but George Clooney definitely pretty dishy in rubber suit. Also pretty dishy in black sweatsuit, which is arguable more practical for wearing round the house.

Mmmm.

Must go to bed and get some sleep, but it’s full of clothes. Very tempting to just chuck them out, but maybe I’ll just chuck them on the floor and deal with them in the morning.

Yes. Definitely best plan.

Music in my head: Ghostbusters (obviously my brain made some connection)

Phew. Have been tidying. Actually, no, strike that, have been making a mess. Have been digging out summery clothes. Have realised I do not have room for them, even after packing away wintry clothes. Pity. Not v.g. Have to phone Salvation Army to come and take away some boxes, with any luck there should be more room for stuff I actually want to keep once stuff I don’t want to keep is gone. Logically, that makes sense. On the other hand, experience tells me I won’t even notice the difference. So, trust to logic or empiricism? I don’t know. Anyway, Salvation Army will be happy, and it will give me a sense of achievement, since it’s something I’ve been meaning to do since I moved in here in November (procrastination is my middle name). Sense of achievement is good.

Realise need larger flat.

Nifty extension out of the question (am on 4th floor of shoebox-shaped building), just as well, really.

Hmph. Did not find favourite pair of summery trousers. Wish fervently they are hidden at top of wardrobe with other bits and pieces, but am afraid to check as if not there then where? Will have to turn whole flat upside down and where is N going to sleep?

Saw Kevin Spacey on Parkinson this evening. Kevin Spacey is fascinating human being. Turns out he can tap-dance, too. Also Dame Judy Dench who is massively imressive. And Rory Bremner who is funny, and very good at “doing” Blair. Spacey also very good at impressions. Parkinson very nearly ROTFL. Very funny.

Music in the room: I only want to be with you (Vonda Shepard)

We have found a pub where they sell cider (real cider, I mean, not that wannabe Swedish stuff) AND you can sit outside. In this weather, the latter is v.g.

Pity I have no money. See previous post. Also, am at work, despite bank holiday status of day in general. On the other hand, flexi-time good. Will now have hours to take off next Thursday to meet N at airport and spend day loafing or similar. Maybe even drink cider.

Note to self: Must buy lottery ticket.

Music in my head: Closer to Fine (I think that’s the title – anyway; Indigo Girls)

Plan for future:

Version A: Win lottery. Find Mr. Right.

Version B: Find Mr. Right, who just happens to be rich.

V.g. plan.

Music in my head: I Know Him by Heart (Vonda Shepard)

I wonder if my impatience actually shows in my voice? I try to avoid it, of course, but I’m not sure I’m that good an actor.

Just thought it needed mentioning.