The hypertext online internet web log of Chris

I went to give blood today. It’s a weird little set up.

You fill out a form. Then they type it into a computer, but they ask you the questions again incase you’ve switched papers or something.

Then you go and get a little iron test done, and then they ask you all the questions again. It’s quite intimidating to be asked the same thing over and over. It’s like they are trying to break you down to a confession.

“Have you had unprotected intercourse with a man?”

“No, honest. Why do you keep asking? Is it the shirt?”

I didn’t say that, but it was quite scary.

So I went over to the table and lied down. The “nurse” said I was “strapping”. Is that good? What does it even mean?

So all the blood come out ok, it was red at least. 470ml I gave. Could have had more if they asked, it’s free after all.

Then I had some biscuits and went home. Great end to a day.

I’ve only got one more program left; Entourage.

All the rest have finished for this season.

Office US
24
Lost
Prison break
Grey’s Anatomy
Peep Show
My Name is Earl

I didn’t see all of Earl. Got bored as it was too formulaic, but I might revisit it.

How’s Simpsons doing these days? Still pointless I take it.

Man, ’24′ is good. I’m up to episode 21 of Season 6.

Did loads of planting today. Got given loads of plants and planted them all in today with help from my assistant scientist.

It’s quite nice to just sit there planting away, digging little holes with a spoon. Very relaxing.

I imagine that Titchmarsh never gets stressed.

[All mixed tense, doesn't read well, but this all happened Friday night]

I’m an idiot, I drove the wrong way

So I’m off to a gig tonight and I got 40 minutes to get to Bristol from Swindon. Perfect. I’ve got directions over the phone. Brilliant, I can’t go wrong. Get on at J16 off at J19 of the M4. Easy, right?

So I get down to the motorway, and the motorway is nice and empty. Making great time and thinking that I will be able to mingle before the gig starts.

Then I realise I just gone past Juntion 15! I’ve gone the wrong direction when I got on the motorway. What an idiot face.

Gig

So, I get to the gig, which is at Filton College. After going in the stage doors, I’m directed to the real entrance and stand up on the balcony. Good little gig.

It was a big mix of covers and a few original instrumental pieces. College kids are well young. Was I ever that fresh faced and fashion consious? In college, I think it was all shirts and well polished loafers. No-one looked like a tribute to Dexy or the Ramones when I was 17.

A friend was playing there, so if he reads this, good job!

Bad Movie

After the gig we had a few drinks at another friend’s house and watched whatever was on the tele.

It was film called Sleepstalker. It was well bad. Had every possible horror movie cliche ever, but still we stayed up until 2 o’clock watching it, and then didn’t bother seeing the end. What a waste of time.

Anyway, got to see M & A’s new house, really nice old terrace in Bristol. Nice work, and good luck with the plaster

And, yeah, I like Will Young, so what.

It’s so embarrassing buying sports clothes.

Everyone knows that you think that you need to lose weight. Which I do a little, I am going to get active at least. I’m not a bloater just incase you don’t know me.

Digging a hole here……

Anyway, I don’t need Vikki or Kevin in JJB sports knowing that.

Even if no one thinks that, it’s still rubish walking around a shop having no idea what I’m looking at.

Some shorts had those meshy pants in them, but they wasn’t swimming shorts. Am I meant to assume that I don’t need to wear proper underwear with them when jogging?

The mesh-pants-less shorts I bought were in the running section, so I should be safe.

Also, a very close friend who shall remain nameless, I’ll call them Elbow for now says that I’ve bought “sitting shorts” because they don’t think I’ll use them for running.

I’ll just “sit and play computer games” in them.

One of my unexplainable stupid brain quirks is that I hate being told:

• What to do
• What not to do
• What I should be doing
• What I need to be doing

Basically, I don’t like advice. I know that’s wrong, and I’m getting more used to dealing with it.

But even worse, is being told that I won’t be doing something that I don’t really want to do in the first place. That’s like anti-support. But hey, everyone’s entitled to their opinion on my lazy ways.

So yeah, I’m going to try and get active. Done some sit ups and house excercises this morning anyway.

So, that will counter act the 12 packs of pork scratchings I ate in the bathroom at work.

Saw another dead badger today. Maybe they are following me and getting injured in the process.

It had been covered up with a small piece of cardboard though. So if someone came along, they could still see poor old dead badge-meister staring back at them.

There was a girl at the side of the badger in her car on her mobile. I assume she was phoning the dead badger hot line or something.

On the topic of mobiles in cars….. the whole point is to stop accidents, yet you get people pulling over on normal roads to use their phone.

You’re still in the way!

I was in Cyprus on holiday and had a lot of thinking time. I was wondering if I should make a podcast in the guise of Stephen Hawking.

I thought, it would be well funny. Listening to Stephen Hawking talking about his adventures snowboarding, or roller skating. The Hawkster chatting about his days out ice skating or down the pub.

Turns out… someone beat me to it. Just google it. It’s out there somewhere.

Well annoyed. Why have things already been invented that I invent?

I once thought about inventing a cat flap that only opens to certain cats…. already done with infrared collars.

I once invented an inflatable tent too, but that’s already been done.

Anyway, nevermind.

I’ve cheated this blog so that the times are right, but I’m posting this from the future relative to the date on this blog.

That is, I’m posting it _to_ the past…..

Anyway, just spent 2 weeks in Cyprus and had a really nice time.

I saw a dead cat. Well, my girlfriend saw it…. didn’t report it. Loads of people saw it… didn’t report it. She told me….. I didn’t report it… why get involved eh?

Just stared at it from a safe height on the balcony. Saw a mother notice it and look completely disgusted as her daughter approach it….. I don’t think they bothered reporting it either.

10 minutes later, the Mogster had vanished. Maybe they do have nine lives…..

There was this well noisy family ruining everyone’s stay. Like the Gallaghers or something.

It’s easy to blame the parents, and that’s what I’ll do. Absolutely no parental skills at all.

I reckon there are families on “When mothers go ape” that are better parents.

Anyway, really nice holiday except for the fact I hated spending anytime within ear-shot of them.

Also…. Agia Napa looked well bad. Only went for a few hours, and all I saw was fish and chip shops and All-day-breakfasts.

Maybe I’m getting snobby, but so what?

At least I don’t laugh at my child when they fall over in a hotel corridor.