Phwooar! They've both walked back into my life this week. Why is this important? Because I fancy 'em rotten. Maybe it's because they are both intelligent and ooze seductively. Maybe it's just me, but I'm guessing not. Marianne is, of course, on the Beeb illuminating decrepid buildings in every sense. Who would have thought knackered architecture could arouse one? Intelligent, flirty, tom-boy Marianne, sigh. Unfortunately I'll have to make do with Professor Kathy Sykes dulcet tones on Radio4 as I can't watch all the digital tv shows she appears in. It was Rough Science that first turned me on to Professor of pulchritude. Not quite in the jolly-hockeysticks, cute, dimply mould of Marianne, more of a buff-boffin action-woman.

You may have discerned from the tenor of this post that I've perked up somewhat over the past couple of weeks. A combination of effort by oneself and the folk I've interacted with. Anyhow, the bevvies and comfort-eating are under control again. I'm more physically active and the guitar has come off the stand once more.

I dumped a couple of non-starter books (Joyce Carey, Rosemary Freidman etc) and took a shower in last Saturday's torrential rain to the library. Since then I've ploughed through DeFoe's "A Journal Of The Plague Year" and Auberon Waugh's "Who Are The Violets Now?", the latter being a thoroughly refreshing and entertaining romp. Pity he only wrote 5 novels and an autobiography, however that's 6 added more on the 'to read list'. Just started Dostoyevsky's "The House Of The Dead" which looks promising.

Got a bit of AC/DC, Dr Feelgood riffology going Friday before last and over that weekend laid down a rhythm, bass and drum track, together with 50% of the lyrics. I'm hoping to get the track completed by the end of the month, thus getting back on track with the track-per-month batting average.

Saw Lorraine and her son on the hottest day of the year. The 13 year old lad was BORED, but then what 13 year old isn't? Attempting to fish in the River Nene with a plastic bottle and trawl with a Sainsbury's carrier bag were effective diversions! Met up with Vicky for lunch - she's whizzed of on holiday again and there is the prospect of her birthday night out on the 5th to contemplate.

Had a few bevvies with Richard Friday before last. Was 'good to talk' as they say. I'm not usually one for going out of an evening but it was nice to have a natter over a few pints 'after work' on a Friday. Might get together for a jam one of these weekends.

Dropped in on the 'drop in' on Tuesday and had a thoroughly pleasant time socialising in my quiet mode, mainly with the attractive young filly (incorrigible old tart that I am) but it was good to be around and interact with folk.

The grandmother has been ill in hospital for a couple of weeks. An infection/dehydration, but at 97 (98 in a fortnight) it knocks her sideways and there have been fears for her mortality. Biggest problem is that these infections really confuse and frighten her so that she becomes paranoid and lashes out at people whilst pulling out her drips. By the sound of things this week the infection has subsided and she's been more calm. Not much fun for her, the family or the nurses though.

I'm off to do a modicum of cleaning, work on the new tune and cuddle up with Dostoyevsky.

2006 snogs

posted by Andy 09:39