Aargh. To shop or not to shop, that being the question. I decided, randomly and bizarrely, to
have a blitz on my wardrobe yesterday, as half of it belongs in the 80s. Now I have given approximately
half of it away, I've realised I can't afford to have a spree and get some new stuff. This is the problem with
having a Debit Card - as you don't see the money going out of your account, it makes using it
frighteningly easy. Oh, sod it. I'm going out.
28.6.01
I have two announcements to make. The first is that I despise IKEA, and they can sue the
hide off me should they so desire for publicly slandering them, but they are a pile of
steaming horsecrap. The second is that if anyone needs any tips as to how to get the equivalent of three
bookcases and a prebuilt sofa in a hatchback, then do drop me a line. So far, we haven't worked out
exactly how to get them in the house, but I'm sure we'll find a way somehow.
29.6.01
I mentioned yesterday that we were having slight problems with moving furniture. Actually, that was a lie. We were having bloody Herculean difficulty in getting the stuff from Ikea into the right rooms – so much so that after an hour, mum and I gave up. My brother then rolls up in a hired van today because he’s nicking some stuff from home to take to his flat in Bristol. Now, I KNOW he’s much bigger than me and at least twice as strong, but that STILL is no justification for his comic ease in getting done in 30 seconds what mum and I struggled with for far too long yesterday. He picked up this sofa, ostensibly with a fingernail-tip, and hauled it through the smallest of gaps which, I swear, it would not do yesterday. He didn’t even damage the wall like we did.
30.6.01
Many thanks for all of the broken link messages – I have now done a comprehensive sweep and I think that everything is just about fixed (and in a couple of cases, deleted, where I think I must have been editing in my sleep as there were links to pages which I had never heard of and didn’t actually exist anyway…) However, as a result, my link page is looking a little sparse. If you do have anything to, well cheer it up (ie any decent links to send which are either useful, funny or otherwise diverting), please mail me.
1.7.01
How GLAD am I that I'm back from Mallorca? I missed all the shit with the bus drivers by about three days... This is a rare experience of life being clement to me. The normal pattern of things, you must understand, is that life is shite, and then I complain about it. But now I'm complaining about it going right. You could say I'm never satisfied. I'm just confused, though. Not that any of this matters in the slightest...
2.7.01
OK, OK, ENOUGH, THANK YOU - especially to the 4 million people who emailed me with suggestions
for my all-too-bare links page.
I'm still going through them and looking at most, but some of the titles are enough just to
put me off in themselves. They range widely from the nasty, disgusting and frankly sick
rotten.com (please, please, for my sake, don't look at
this if you've just eaten or are hungover - you WILL throw chunks, I guarantee), to the
fascinating but slightly off-the-wall
Gallery of X-rayed flowers. However, by far my two favourites are
The Yarn (brilliant site - go figure, can't be arsed to explain), and the
Stereo MPs (see Anne Widdecombe dance to S Club!) More soon.
3.7.01
Having just been dwelling on how wonderful a holiday brochure can make anywhere in the world sound, this must surely mean that in foreign travel agents, there are brochures all about Britain. I have just been thinking therefore about the poor sod who has to make Skegness sound like Shangri-La. My heart goes out to you, whoever the hell you are.
