Really?

err, mostly in my kitchen, thank you for asking.
Did have a rather spiffy evening at a murder mystery at a medical museum last week and thoroughly enjoyed a performance of 'One man Lord of the Rings' on Monday...ermmm, that's it.
Tales of derring-do from the others perchance?

Where have I been over the last six days:

Home
Work
Home
Work
Home
Pub
Home
Work
Pub
Home
Tesco
Home
very pleasant walk by the river
Home
Pub
Home
Work
Home
Work
Home
Work

I'm taking the fifth.

Selling my house, going to sister in law's 60th, worrying about very sick father in law, playing golf, waiting for grandchild number 3 to arrive, editing on ABC, going to bank and lots of other stuff.

ive been playing hide and seek. wondrin how long i have to stay hidden to win!

Mine is more boring than that.

Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Fantasy about escaping work
Night sweats
Work
Work
Work
Fantasy of living on a farm and feeding geese all day
Panic attack
Work

Since buying that second-hand wardrobe I've spent a fair bit of time in Narnia. Aslan sends his regards.

Getting all my facts together for an interview with the Ombudsman as I'm part of a general complaint made against my team at work, only to find the Ombudsman didn't want to see me because I'm too small a cog in the wheel to matter. I'm crushed.

Ah right, I see.

I've been under a faux fur blanket trying to recover from various diseases.

I'm coming back here after, god, half a year?
I've been busy at College with the Biology department. gotta work hard to keep my full scholarship (thank god, the only reason I can afford to go) :D

so basically.

college. college. college. home. sleep. college. college. sleep at college. home. work. work at college. college.

but I have started back up on my book Animal. Plan to finish it this next month hopefully.

been about two years since I last wrote on it.

and I submitted about 30 works to magazines for publication. here's hoping.

What a great post and what interesting lives you all live. I've just been looking out the window at my wheelie bins. You can never be too careful.

Ah, celtic - you can be too careful. Carpe Diem and all that and hang the bins.

Seize the day if you like. But don't try anything with my wheelie bins. My beadie eye is on them. You sound like a known bin burner.

Why would I burn them when I can hang them?

Night flight to New Zealand. Hot weather. Blue skies ageing parents interviewing former formula one driver, Long flights over China, Mongolia, Sweden and the Baltic states, red wine, meetings, mountain bikes, mountain climbing, swimming, working, working,working, working, burning wheelie bins, writing, training, reading, and howling at the moon

Siem Reap, Phanom Phen, Bangkok, Pattya, Bangkok - Red Rally, Pattya, Bangkok, UK...

Returning from a place in the sun I wearily make my way to the airport Arrivals.

Usually at passport control they look at your passport photo, look at you, allow for the jet lag, and you’re through.
Not this time… a long series of questions about where I’ve been, who with, why, have I any other luggage, where am I’m going next etc. Eventually I’m allowed through and I look at the screen that displays which carousel my luggage should, eventually, start its long, slow, oval, parade on.

I rush to get my luggage - worried that I will miss my train.
There is very little luggage left on the carousel and none of it is mine… in my mind’s eye the train is starting to pull out of the station.
I check to make certain that it’s the right carousel - no, somehow I've made a mistake and it’s the next one.

No sign of my luggage there either, but at least there is still more luggage feeding in.
Joy, I spot my first suitcase, ecstasy, its twin is not far behind!

I don’t bother with a cart I’m confident I can just make it if hurry and I don’t get lost :O)

I head through ‘Nothing To Declare” smiling at the bored staff as I pass them - only a few feet from freedom.
“Just a minute sir” says a chap who has suddenly appeared from nowhere “If you’ll come this way.” ARRGGGHHHH!

trains, time and bin burners never wait!

Luckily my train didn't need to - I'd got the time wrong and ended up half an hour early even though it took me quite a while to repack...
you'd think these chaps would have the good grace to repack for you but no.

What I found beyond belief was that I had to sign and date a form to affirm that I'd been questioned and searched.
When I say searched it wasn't quite as bad as I first feared when I saw him putting on the surgical gloves...

Yeh, I've seen those categories on forms: i) prodded poked and humiliated ii)given a good beating iii) given a Jeffrey Archer novel and told to finish it.

I managed to eat most of the Archer book but I couldn't stomach it all.

It’s not the obvious tortures that get you…
It’s become a lot more subtle recently.

They tell you there are four tests and you’ll be sent to Guantanamo -
if you fail more than one.

When you say that you thought Guantanamo was closing they tell you that you’ve failed the first test.
Second is listening to anti-Allah jokes to see if you get angry.
Next you’re asked to pick the odd man out from Blair, Bush and Thatcher (tough one that - they're all mad meglomaniacs aren't they?).
Finally you have to name the last 5 Labour Prime Ministers...
in the correct order.

The real test is observing your reaction when you fail.

I’d better quickly admit that this is a joke and that I think that Great Britain is the greatest Britain in the world - God save the Pound, err, Queen, err, both!

Listen to anti Thatcher jokes and see if you don't get angry. That's the next level. Don't go there bin burners.

Of the three (Blair, Bush and Thatcher) Blair is probably the odd man out as the other two were at least fairly upfront about what they were up to - but I must admit that with Blair I never really considered that it might simply be about money…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1259030/Tony-Blairs-secret-deali...

Mind you, there are always at least 2 sides to every story.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8576816.stm

I'm very tired and only skimmed the articles...
is there any mention of the Blair Faith Foundation to which Blair bestowed most of the million dollars he was awarded at a Jewish University for his contributions to peace?

In their day, Blair, Bush, Sharon and Rumsfeld, the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

In reality I'm not sure that Bush was really one of the four riders...
maybe one of the horses.

Actually, according to a little known codex to the Apocrypha, The Revelation According to St. Pancras, he is the First Donkey of the Apocalypse.

I've heard that too Ewan ;O)

Drawing, painting, cooking, burning wheelie bins? ugh hospital tests, sleeping! gardening, went away for holiday & was feeding lambs(with baby bottles!), goats, horses, chickens & ducks, no geese though. O reading & writing on here! It's all good!