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A Month in Review

Published 30/12/2007 Uncategorized Leave a Comment

Good evening, well its 2:08am so I guess it’s a late good evening or even a good night. Anyway.

The last month has been incredibly busy for me, so much that I have not really had the time or the inclination to get down to some serious blogging. I have not really been able to concentrate properly on what to write, and for a majority of the last month I have either been moving house or getting married or celebrating christmas.

Writing becomes harder the less you do it, but as soon as I get myself back in to order I can return to my normal habits and routines. I can’t wait to re establish a new normality, our new house is really nice and I know that I will settle nicely as soon as the boxes have vanished and we can really feel like this place is ‘home’.

Laura and I want to thank everyone for their kindness and generosity throughout our month of hell. And my God has it been hell. After living with Laura’s mum for a week, we finally move in with carpets and rude removal men. Then the solicitor hits us for a further four hundred quid for rent and service charges, contested it but he isn’t budging. So we are poor, skint and now ill. Just after christmas and the marriage, Tom gets the worlds worst case of the flu and then Laura gets it.

The motivation has started to wain so I will moan more tomorrow. I am still alive.

Weddings, Houses and everything else

Published 07/12/2007 Blog Leave a Comment

Dear Blog, Apologies for not updating recently but my life has turned in to an introspective crock of stress. I won’t go in to detail but it has been pretty much the most stressful period of history so far.

The wedding has started to unravel with people changing their minds about coming, and to top it off we’re moving in the same week we’re getting married. I have realised that every aspect of my personality needs reprogramming, I am too fat , too bad with money, not confident about anything and I worry too much.

I am not feeling very introspective at the moment so I will update later when I am not getting pains from my butt.

I’m a Twit, how about you?

yes i got that wrong. It's called dabr... #fb 3 hours ago

ignore me, i'm playing with twitter apps for an s60 5th edition phone. So far very impressed with dablr #fb 3 hours ago

Lots of eating today, tomorrow will relax in narnia and look for ps1 games #fb 5 hours ago

off to a party, with those pesky kuala bears. Happy new birthdaY easter everythree #fb 1 day ago

after the exhaust has fallen off your car... use wine to dull the sound. Not when you're driving of course. #fb 2 days ago

@alexdimitrov i wish i had that sort of fortitude. 3 days ago

has an amazing girlfriend who has single handedly vacummed the entire house and scrubbed the skirting. poundland tomorrow.. yey? 5 days ago

Next year, will be better.: http://wp.me/p5zzd-6n 6 days ago

Next year, will be better. http://post.ly/GHK8 6 days ago

Boxing Day: http://wp.me/p4nAO-9j 6 days ago

Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

Famille 28/12/2009

They make life easy, But also sometimes hard, You get dealt with them However hard you try and play Your cards. They are granite in your Foundation stone but strapped with a coat of semtex, They’ll pick away until there is Nothing left but build you back When you need it most, They are your coffee in the morning A special supper when you come home But […]

Chris

Boxing Day 26/12/2009

A walk is What we really need. Let’s go to Exmouth, The population of Exeter thought In frightening Unison.

Chris

Bah Humbug 18/12/2009

Don’t give me Deck the Halls, Or you’ll lose possession of your bauballs. because I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones we’ve never actually had. Hark the herald angel sing, What is that awful din? Oh it’s a choir. Where’s my M-16. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Last time I jingled bells, I was arrested. The first Noel, the angels did say This f […]

Chris

E-Safety (How to stay safe against online pirates. 18/12/2009

They called him ‘Facebook Jim’ Because if you added him, He’d add you back. No matter who you were. Even if you were sane, Or even slightly disturbed. He’d add people from Africa, Asia and even South America But one day he added A pirate. Called Barry. Who was Going up in the world and Bought a PC. Had found that looting ships Was not as profitable. So he go […]

Chris

Teeth 21/11/2009

My aim, when spitting That mouth mixed minty Broth, concocted each time teeth are scrubbed has been perfected after My grandmother, told me off for missing the plug And not rinsing the sink. Now, I can aim a jet of water Like a vegas fountain with Accuracy that’d make her Proud.

Chris

Face 21/11/2009

Mirror like, staring at the lens is a face from the otherside. First photo of the source of Those long strings of beautiful Sentences. Caring words from A disembodied body on the Other side of the world. You are nothing like what I Thought. You’re fat. But then it’s a camera, that’s What it does. Fattens your White porcelain face. The pe […]

Chris

Director 21/11/2009

Julio, pronounced ‘Hoolio’ Is slouched at the only table seat In this fluorescent catacomb. Now and again he takes a Phone Call. With great statement He reels off his matinee, Directing darlings, just some Actors learning scripts. Loudly he strokes a kempt Designer beard as his jawline Rests quietly on an ego Three metres diameter. His pseudo sel […]

Chris

Car Boot 21/11/2009

A field, on a Sunday morning. Fried egg smells, eminating From the snack wagons dotted About. Our Sunday service, My dialogue with God, replaced With mindless bartering over Cardboard coffee cups. This field, a karma junction, Items with stained energy, Passing over, under the Hymns of the car boot, Items of communion, Approach plaster table altars. Make you […]

Chris

Hard ‘C’ 17/11/2009

the waiting room hygienic with a TV humming cushy kids programs to those with no soul. thumb worn magazines littered the only table, saturating the pine vaneer with turned corners and faded bent gloss covers. An unatural smiling woman stares at the faces of those who will die before she develops wrinkles, thanks to Oil of Ulay. The few that sit there either […]

Chris

Run Away 17/11/2009

What he didn’t say Was where he was Going. What he Did say was that He didn’t care if He lived or died. I wish running Away was only Something that Children tried to do. Adults apparently Do the same.

Chris