|This is the Journal of Floop|
|Subject: I need more typing practise|
Posted Aug 13, 2000 by Floop
|I'm really annoyed at myself for writing that the other week. Whatever I say now, you will still think that I did indeed need more practise. And I won't be able to prove otherwise will I ? The only real answer would have been to not write anything at all after that but unless I wanted to get another page it wouldn't be practicable. And I couldn't see the site powers that be buying my reason either, unless I started telling porkies. I don't like telling porkies, so I'll just have to be wrong....|
Summer here has been non existent. We had a hint of sunshine for a while a couple of weeks ago but it kept fading away behind the clouds, those oh so regular clouds. Right now its still dull, and it will probably continue to be dull for a good while yet. Today on the box is the Hungarian Grand Prix, and in my most fanatical style I succeeded in missing the first 30 odd laps. A feat which allows one to almost forget there was a whoosh of the so long passed start deadline 30 laps before... One of DAdms's lines I thought funny as seen in his own site. That being the reference to the whooshing of passing deadlines being a sound that he liked. I wish I could like it like that.
How do drivers in the F1 World Championship manage to be so inconsistent ? I say that as an enthusiastic race driver of saloons here in the very grey UK. And that there are so many reasons to be consistent in this hugely spendthrift game that it almost makes me want to jump up sometimes and shout at the top of my voice `I could do better than that with square wheels'. ? And I really feel that I could, but I'm not sure if my back would agree afterwards, if that were to be the actual case. Scottish driver David Coulthard was harrying Michael Schumacher with great gusto at the time of writing this. In fact I'd say that David has been driving the best season in his F1 career so far.
Summer is rolling steadily away and there are still no beautiful ladies in my life (no, no, no put your violins away), alas tis far more likely down to me myself and I being the party at fault. Because I am a complete shagpile to look at might have something to do with it. I've reached something of a catch 22 situation with the fairer sex. It seems that the longer I go without girlfriend, the longer it appears I've been without a girlfriend to girls, and thus it seems to be phsychologically snowballing. I have a gap tooth smile, a crooked walk and nobody loves me... I admit I can live with the guy inside, but not the current guy on the outside! Time will have to be the teller as to what happens, but I'm not bitter as I do have plenty of time to plough into my work. And money is such an issue these days... Well `here' it is for some reason.
I'll be back.
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