Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

Oh dear, things haven't been turning out quite the way I thought they would. The train journey was fine yesterday, if a little cramped. I didn't miss any connections and reached my destination almost on time. I was then picked up by my Mum and whisked off to see my heavily pregnant sister. She already has two girls (Rhiannah and Aleisha) who I love madly (I'm also Rhiannah's godfather). I took some footage of the 3 generations associated with me and then raced home so I could hang out with my old mate Alan. I had been back for about 2 hours and in that time I had seen most of my family, eaten a chilli and was now sitting in a local pub sampling their finest draught Strongbow!! One thing that I find a bit curious about myself is that I don't drink. Well, when I say I don't drink I'm not talking 100% tea-total, I just drink on odd occasions and very much in moderation. In fact it is only when I am in Cheshire that I drink in the kind of quantities that c...

I think I have successfully gone through the transition from being nocturnal to being diurnal - we'll see later on. Everything is packed and I'm ready to go but I have an almost overwhelming urge to eat a full English breakfast! I don't know where it's come from and it's not something I usually go in for but it's a craving worthy of a pregnant woman. There is something special about the subtle blend of grease and meat by-products that can be so seductive, a seduction that is sadly lacking from a piece of toast, cereal or even buttered croissants. So, why am I blogging when I could be eating? Good question! I'm putting it down to restraint but I think the current plan will be to jump into the shower, grab the last remaining essentails and then hit the local cafe for some chewy splodge. Information about the rest of the morning and the following train journey will go here: Actually, no it won't...

Well, it's Thursday but only just. That can mean only one thing... My last full day in Swansea for a while. It's going to be a bit of a hectic one as far as I can see. Firstly I have to finish work (in about 5 and a half hours) then it's off to town for breakfast and shopping (more later) and finally veg out and try to stay awake until night-time. One thing I really hate is the whole lifestyle switcheroo I have to endure anytime I want to do anything in the real world!! Thankfully I have kept a fair bit of wonger available to myself this month so I can equip myself properly for the forthcoming expedition to the flatlands of cheese. I need to hit Jessops to buy myself a case and battery for my DV Camcorder and maybe Argos for a cheap-ass digital clicky-click case (might leave it til next month because I'm NOT taking a DV to Download!!). At a push I might buy a rucksack too - I need one for next month and I'm getting sick of carrying around 3 bags whenever I g...

Ok, the whole 3rd-of-a-life crisis thing is going a bit wrong. I don't appear to be worrying about anything in particular. My trousers are still on the baggy side and my chest hair (what there is of it) is fully covered. I'm not even going grey - steps must be taken!! I'm really beginning to get excited about seeing Ministry now - it's been far too long, more than 10 years in fact. The upside of this is that 10 years ago I was looking forward to leave my teen years so seeing Ministry will propel me back to my youth thus fulfilling my Peter Pan complex. Go me!! I have further ensured that the child in me lives on by returning to my hero worship of Jim Morrison (except all the drugs - I try to keep those very much in moderation). I have just bought the entire back catalogue on CD because my vinyl (yes it used to be the domain of people who weren't DJs) collection has truly seen better days. Listening to all those old tracks from my bitter early teens transforms ...

This could be interesting (but like most blogs I would paint a thick layer of doubt on it)... Well, my 30th birthday is rapidly approaching so I have decided to have a mid-life crisis. Since, however, I am planning to live to a ripe old age it may be just the first of many. Maybe I should explain my position in the world. I am male, single, an internet support desk monkey and a graduate of philosophy which is the equivalent of mixing gas and fire. I am currently seeking a peaceful place to live that doesn't cost much and will protect me from the elements. So, how am I planning to go through with this current crisis? Well, I don't drive so buying a stupid car is out of the picture. I'm single so I can't trade my current girlfriend in for a younger model. There is only one thing left to do - Squeeze myself into a pair of skin tight jeans, expose some chest hair and relive my turbulent youth. I have already booked my tickets for the Download Festival and now I...