I have to say, the current weather is really appreciated. It makes it so much easier to be a pervert when the women wear less clothes. My walk to and from work has also become something akin to pleasant.

Rollerbeast, however, is not so much fun. I'm currently dying of hot whilst some inappropriatelty dressed auld minger practically sits on me. I wouldn't mind if it were some nubile young thing, but I don't think this one has even HEARD of nubilia.

The other problem with the hot weather is that the great unwashed smell even more...um..unwasheder... Than usual. The reek off the Connolly station ticket machine beggars is powerful enough to kill small children at range. Not that I consider the unpleasant demise of the little shits to be in any way a bad thing.

I'm a wonderful human being, I know.

I went to see terminator the other day. I have no idea why it got such poor reviews. You'd think none of the reviewers had even Seen t2 before. All I can say is that 45min action set pieces are epic. Anyone who expected a deep, meaniningful plot and cleverly scripted dialogue is a tosser and should gouge their own eyes out because they don't deserve to see any more movies. Anyway, it rocks. Go see it.

Welcome back

Evening all, and welcome back to our scheduled programming.

Does anyone happen to have a spare front passenger door for a 2004 nissan primera? Some bellend ran into ours. According to the insurance folks it's claire's fault because she was changing lane. The fact that she was broken down, hazards going and the guy was undertaking stationary traffic by driving in a bus lane whilst on his phone is, apparently, irrelevant. Tosser.

If i find his address, I'm burning his merc.

On a happier note, shiv and heck got hitched, giving me an excuse to drink enough to kill you mere mortals and talk shite at everyone til 6am. Same old same old, but it's nice to have an excuse. They are both on honeymoon in turkey now, and have taken the weather with them. According to heck, the locals blame them. Good call says I. Bloody Irish :p

Not much else to report really. Claire is being made redundant, but she's hard working and clever so I'm sure she'll find something.

Anyway, I'm going back to enjoying my walk. Yes, you heard me, you cheeky bastard! :p

Life goes on

I buried my father on Thursday afternoon. It was, I suppose, a decent funeral as funerals go.

My first thoughts on seeing the coffin were '...such a small box...'. I remember my father as a tall, wide shouldered man. The coffin came as a shock.

I didn't really listen to the vicar; I was too numb, caught up in my own thoughts. I've decided that I really don't like burials. There is something faintly disturbing about the coffin going into the ground. I haven't worked out what it is yet.

I've never been a particularly articulate person when it comes to my own emotions, but this was probably the hardest thing I have ever done.

I'm still trying to come to terms with it. I can't control my moods any more. I find myself cycling randomly between anger, sadness and a kind of overdone happiness which comes off as fake even to me. I find this disturbing as I'm usually pretty out of touch emotionally, and its almost like I'm losing containment. I find myself having no frame of reference for dealing with how I'm feeling.

There's no real point to this post, I'm just writing things down as they occur to me.