Monthly Archives: April 2008


Because I don’t have anything to say at the moment (see below) I’m learning how to draw instead. See the pictures below

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I’m sure I’ll improve with time.


Do you feel homesick for places you’ve never been? Do atlases exert a mysterious pull over you? Does a strange gravity pull you eastward to the great Pacific, or do you’re eyes rest of chilly Scandanavia climes? I do and I think my wanderlust is getting in the way of me writing about my everday life.

I started this blog in 2003 to document a journey to Thailand that I was making an I guess I just stuck with it. I need to keep moving though. That’s the only time I seem to be able to write to the best of my abilities. I want to summon up the honesty that the best bloggers seem to have, or that ability to chronicle the minutae of life. If I don’t learn how to do this then my blog will become nothing more than dry lists of places and people. I think I need to take a short holiday from the realms of blogging to relearn how to write. Sorry for the inconvenience this might cause if you are a regular reader but I think it will benefit us both in the longer term.

I have a (curry induced) dream

Yesterday evening saw me displaced to Warrington to visit a friend and eat some curry. I ate a lot of curry in fact, a big soild carbohyrade ridden meat feast of a curry. It made me hallucinate.

Well I didn’t actually hallucinate but I had a mysterious dream in which Zach Braff (of Scrubs fame) decided to have surgery to alter his ethnicity – He became a black man in order to broaden his appeal and so that he would no longer be typecast as the nerdy white guy. I’m not quite sure how the surgery altered his ethnicity but it was apparently successful and he went on to a variety of new roles that he could only hitherto imagine playing.

I’m not sure if the above dream means anything but if in real life Zach does undergo such surgery then I can obviously eke out a new career as a psychic gossip columnist.

Haircuts – an interior monlogue, externalized

So I got a haircut today. To be honest I would the experience to be mildly intimidating. I hate the pictures of immaculate yet hirsute male models. I hate the waiting in turn with nothing to read except a used copy of The Daily Star (or The Mail). I hate my attempts at trying to small talk with the barber. I hate the awkward silences when my attempts at small talk fail.
Mysteriously the other clientel of the barber all seemed to know each other. I, a white, heterosexual, slightly uptight male would never go for a haircut with other men. Why are they all together? They talk raucously about girls and football and cars. I feel left out. When did it become normal to frequent barbers shops with ones friends? I know we’re all metrosexual now. I know we can use moisturizer. I know if I so wish I can wear a Dermot O’Leary-esque cardigan and T-Shirt combo, but go to a barbers shop with another person, that still seems unthinkable somehow.

Maybe I’m using being uptight.

I hate going to barber’s shops.

April fools

Youtube have pulled the uber RickRoll for April fools. Every single one of their front page vids for april 1st is a RickRoll. Maybe uber is the wrong word, perhaps it’s a meta RickRoll. Or an Ur-RickRoll. Or something