Attempted to get to Burnham to see my parents who are moving house tomorrow. Thwarted by bus driver who "accidentally departed from the wrong stop"! Spent much of the day trying to tape bits of Wimbledon as promised, which had become a bit frustrating because of the stop-start nature of play in the past couple of days. England lost the first test. Compiled Sawfish 0.99 in the hope that it might just be a bit more resiliant than 0.38 has been. Pretty much losing any hope of finding the cat now. I'm certain she's wandered off and become lost rather than anything more sinister, but I'm really unsure of how to track her down. I've covered quite a bit of ground in the general direction of her previous wanderings without result.
After a pretty exhausting week (first full-time work since last November!) I slept extremely late today. More searching for a now almost certainly lost cat leads me to Whitecross Village. I've always been vaguely amused and a bit annoyed at this idea of 'urban villages' within what is already a small town. Anyway, I discovered two Indian Restaurants, a post office, a chinese take away, a laundrette and a reasonably sized supermarket among other useful amenities, within an approximate 6 minute walk from home. Don't get me wrong, I sort of vaguely knew it was there, but not exactly the extent or proximity of it. Maybe having 24hr Tesco and town centre a couple of minutes in the other direction has blinded me to my surroundings. Didn't find the cat however.
Lambchop were absolutely spectacular! Otherwise, an odd day - literally every stone I turn seems to harbour some sort of memory. It's getting vaguely silly. Much enforced reminiscing makes me long for distant pastures. Last night I couldn't sleep - it was bloody hot again, despite the thunderstorm on Wednesday. I was lying there, thinking, planning a bit...and then without any warning I became absolutely, ridiculously angry about the indignity and sillyness of the last year at Bristol City Council, and about the spiralling chain of events it seemed to set in motion. Now most people who know me will say that I've not often lost it since last Summer, and perhaps it's only safe to do so now that things are pretty much completely over. I don't know. I'm glad it happened when no-one was around though - no-one deserves to sit through any more unhapiness as a result of this waste of time, effort, money and sanity. There - an almost honest and transparent diary entry - the first since October 1999. Things must be changing around here.....
Midweek, and exhausted. gtkdial is frozen for translation. Work is confusing and bewildering just now, but can only get clearer. Walked home a couple of times this week, which is no doubt good for me but leves me pretty knackered. Incredible storm last night - lasted for almost six hours by my reckoning, and was as vicious when I was waiting for the bus at 8am as it was at about 2:30am! Follwed by chaos and power failures. Lambchop tomorrow.
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.
