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Another weekend
Posted Jul 22, 2002
Well here I am back from another weekend ... all revved up and ready to face the joys of another week. It's only 10 working days until I skiddadle to foreign parts ... too exciting for words it has to be said.
So what, I hear you ask, did the weekend entail?
The proposed weekend on the west coast, for which I'd written off any hope of attending the meet, was a non-starter. Had we been heading up on Poets I wouldn't have had a problem, but driving for 4 hours only to get there for doobry pm and having to leave all of 24 hours later hardly made much sense ... my hostess wasn't very happy when I told her, especially as she'd changed the dates to suit my timings but there we go. Fortunately I saw her on poets night, 
and explained myself - she's not a holder of grudges so it's hopefully blown over.
Bad behaviour on Poets night goes without saying (not _that_ bad Abi ... that'll take some doing 
). Bed at 7 to be up at 9 to go and watch the golf was too much for my small brain to cope with so eventually battled out of the pit to which I had retired when my brother leant on the door bell. If anyone was watching the golf, I was one of the damp people sitting by the 7th green ... misery took on a whole new meaning. And as for Tiger "Fairweather" Woods ... call him a golfer? 
Sedate doobry evening was followed by another day at the golf. Scorching sun meant that my nose is now the colour of a baboons a$$. Some subliminal golf and much excitment was followed by a hot date in Edinburgh - on a school night too. What is the world coming to! I've counted too many chickens in my life to start counting again so you'll just have to watch this space! 130 bed time on a dontbry isn't big or clever but it was worth it ...
And here we are, back on Sodit ... the fossils are away all this week so am home alone with the animals with whom I share the family pad ...
I didn't say it would be exciting but there it is none the less.
Have I said it's only 10 w**king days until I go to south america for a month 
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Once you've popped ...
Posted Jul 1, 2002
Well, another weekend passes - a positive gallop through a minefield of excitement. If only my life lived up to the sales pitch.
Bore first hand witness to the circle of life on Poets evening. As I consumed undercooked sausages and drank too much, I in turn provided a similar fare to the batallions of midges that do infest this decidedly damp country of mine. A small price to pay for living in Paradise (albeit a generally quite wet version).
The day that has until now been referred to as saturday was suitably sedate and the evening was spent speaking 
to people I'd never met nor even heard of until the invitation came through the door. One neighbour at dinner sounded like she was overcoming a strange compulsion to speak Xhosa as her sentences were awash with clickings and cluckings and strange palletal usage - the fact that she never blinked was also slightly disturbing.
Excessive consumption of the chemical known as ethanol meant that my head was throbbing like a Polaris submarine for most of Sunday morning and the knickerfullness of the weather made for a decidedly inactive day ... both of these allied with the fact that I'd run the equivalent of a half marathon teaching English sorts how to dance meant that even if I had wanted to move faster than an arthritic sloth, the body wasn't willing.
And so I here I am, again, looking forward to another week with all the excitement and trepidation of ... look see - that's what's happened. It's sodit and I've left my brain behind ... oh well.
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Not the first
Posted Jun 28, 2002
Well, at the demands of she who calls herself Archangel Galaxy Babe - indugler of the stars, here I am writing a small journal entry.
It won't be very exciting it has to be said, if only because there's little to report. Just getting the ball rolling really.
I'll let all you lucky people know exactly what I've been up to over the weekend at the beginning of next week.
Until then, you have yourselves a jolly old weekend and remember, keep smiling - it makes people wonder what you've been up to. 
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I'm outta here ...
Posted May 3, 2002
You got to love the long weekend
or as they say in france
Le Weekend Longue assuming that
they're given half a chance.
The bearded loons of gallic roots
are often heard to spout
that french is being bullied
by the English language lout.
It marches in across La Manche
and elbows through the door
Barging fenchy words aside
and throwing them to the floor.
Le Hamburger, le roundabout
(the second isn't true)
They are enough to induce
the cries of "Sacre blue!"
I think I've erred a little bit
as I am want to do
So I have decided now
to bid you toodleoo.
The smell, the smoke, the filth the muck
I so need to evade
I wouldn't stay here this weekend
Not even if they paid.
Adieu, Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
until sweet Wimpy's morn
I'm packing off tut country now
for a weekend on the lawn. 
Have a good one people
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