h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Unrequited love sucks .. indeed, just unrequited affection or general attraction bites my b****x big time. Don't get me wrong, had a good weekend all in all, just one or two things happened that have resulted in a mightily miffed Grendel sitting at his keyboard listening to Phil bloody Collins. "Against All Odds" is a bloody well-written angst song though, and that's why it's on.

Again.. nobody specifically has caused this - just a succession of events o'er the weekend that have confirmed two things. 1) It's utterly pointless falling in love because 99 per cent of the time it is either never requited or only requited for a certain period, and 2) Women only go for the b******s. Christ only knows, I put enough effort into making the best of myself. I'm a woman's reproductive dream - tall, cute accent, good job, amusing (so I'm told), nice car, as well-dressed as my body and salary allow.. it's all just cobblers isn't it?

My good friend Sally pointed out to me yesterday that I always seem to talk about 'deep' things.. I'm not sure how true that is, I can talk superficial rubbish with the best of them, and often do - but I suppose it's fair to say I try and apply intelligence to most things I say - is this out of the ordinary? I suppose it is, in the scheme of things. Bugger.

Mind you, one interesting point comes out of this - where else do you ever see the word 'unrequited' in a context to do with anything other than love? The English language is a strange mistress.

On the bright side however, the weather is gorgeous. 31 degrees in Bedford, and only a little hay fever today. Joyous. That certainly lifted my mood if nothing else did today.