Perhaps I'm alone in this, but the day to day machinations and tribulations of Local Government Finance astound, amaze and amuse me. Maybe its because despite being at the frontline for a year, I saw less of the 'behind the scenes' intrigue than ever. In any case, I remain unsurprised, unflapped and generally its business as usual for me. Later wandered over to Sea Front festival. Nice Real Ale, interesting Jazz band. Later saw a bit of Tex Braithwaite local comedo-country act. OK, but sort of sad that you can't do it for real! Tired and a bit drunk on next to nothing. Seriously considering releasing the reams of self-indulgent e-mail I've written in the past few days as a limited edition booklet along with the forthcoming CD on Almost Halloween Time records. Walking the line here, barely.
Managed to not wake up all day I think. A very strange day - it barely even got light all day, and I got drenched on the relatively short trip out to buy a paper. Preparations for the three-day music festival on the sea front in Weston are going ahead - a large stage, fencing, toilets. I hope the weather holds for all concerned. Wandered down there tonight - the weather had cleared and there was a quite amazing sunset. Otherwise, wrote some very verbose e-mail tonight since I had little else to do. The weekend looms and a very important birthday approaches.
The week has started reasonably well - I've managed to stay alert, on the ball at work and generally quite happy. I suppose these are comfortable times, and despite minor reminders of the recent past occuring now and again, there is no reason they shouldn't stay that way - except of course for my own self-destructive nature, which is always rumbling about down there somewhere. A chance remark left me feeling happy yesterday - sometimes people's opinions and ideas surprise me pleasantly - however unlikely. Today my only worry was a missing delivery of rubber examination gloves, which dutifully turned up with minutes to spare before I disappeared into a meeting. Later, the very urge towards difficultness I described above reared it's head and again I'm left wondering what on earth is going on in the world? I know I keep writing this way, and I'm 50% unsure why - but please bear with me dear readers - perhaps I'm just not used to normal, easy, comfortable life.
Lots of updating on the site today, including splitting the news page, updated the main index and generally tidying up. Still haven't fixed the contact page yet, since the demise of the Parallel-d hosted cgi script which did the form-to-mail stuff. Will move it over to my own script shortly. An odd weekend - spent lots of time with good people - talked a lot, and generally had a reasonably relaxing time. My sister is online, following the debacle of me setting up a Windows ME machine ("Where did they put the bloody explorer?"). Feel calmer and more adjusted to the present situations, or is this just resignation?
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
