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Posted on by Alasdair

And winning today’s “Spectacular Cleverness” award:

I was sitting here working, when I was overcome by a sneezing fit/dust reaction. So, I thought I’d go out for a walk, blow the cobwebs away, and generally refresh myself.

I stepped out the back door, heard it shut behind me, and then realised it was raining. Pissing it down, in fact. Bugger, I thought, mentally cancelling my walk, and reaching for my keys to go back inside, then realising with terrible clarity exactly where I’d left my keys – on top of a speaker in my bedroom.

Mercifully, Andrew arrived home about twenty minutes later, so I got only slightly soaked.

The moral of the story? There is no moral. But I should always keep my keys on me.

Trousers

Posted on by Alasdair

I note that Lyssa has much the same reaction to nu-metal kids as I do. Something along the lines of “It’s not like it was back in my day…”

Mostly, it’s the trousers that frighten me. I feel like stopping them them in the street and demanding that they show me their feet, just so I know that they’ve got some under the scary, scary trousers.

Kodo

Posted on by Alasdair

Was at the Barbican last night, seeing Kodo live. If you weren’t there, and lets face it, you probably weren’t, then you missed out on one of the most impressive and beautiful experiences going. They were fucking amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. One of those experience you just know you’ll never forget.

Early Rise

Posted on by Alasdair

I woke up at 5am this morning, and was unable to get back to sleep. So I listened to Alan Moore, then had a shower and went to work. It’s not even nine o’clock yet, and I’ve been in the office over an hour.

Reflections

Posted on by Alasdair

Westminster Bridge, down by the Thames at midnight, surrounded by my friends, listening to Big Ben chime. Staring out across the water, at the reflections of the the lights on the Embankment, not saying very much, just thinking…

I love my life.

Cheering

Posted on by Alasdair

I’m slightly heartened to find that several of my friends had early websites were very nearly as risible as my own. Because I like these people, I shall not tell you who they are, or where to find the URLS.

Archive

Posted on by Alasdair

This archive of websites is one of the coolest things I have ever seen. It is made only slightly less cool by the fact that they have my very first website on there, assembled when I was about 18 and very sad indeed. I’m not telling you what URL it was on, no. I’ll say only this: It opened with a picture of a skull, and song lyrics.

I want to travel back in time and kick myself in the head until I die. But still, the fact that someone has but together an archive of old websites that comprehensive is fabulous, if a little scary.

Fragrant

Posted on by Alasdair

Not that any of you really care, but I spilled Amaretto-scented oil on my hand by accident last night. I still smell faintly of Amaretto oil. I can’t decide how I feel about this.

Red

Posted on by Alasdair

Change of plan: Not blue. It occured to me that while hairdressers in Tooting are a dull and pedestrian lot, this is not so in riotous and happening Putney, where I work. So, after a quick stomp around, I am advised by well, all of them, that blue washes out very quickly indeed. Since I wash my hair more or less daily, this is less than clever for my purposes.

So, tomorrow lunchtime I’m going to get an unnatual shade of red put in my hair, instead.

Hair Tomorrow

Posted on by Alasdair

So, having been thinking about this for a while now, I have come to a conclusion: I want bright blue streaks in my hair. I am prepared to do something about this – get said streaks. Flaw in otherwise foolproof plan: I am not foolish enough to attempt to do this myself – I would undoubtedly do something dreadful and wind up with all my hair falling out, or something equally horrid. So I need to find a Professional. None of the hairdressers near me are likely to do anything as outlandish as have hair dyes that aren’t normal hair colours. Where, then, should I go (in London) to have my hair turned interesting colours? Tell me!