the end of january state of thursday address.

So that's january, the cold and bleak month, out of the way. Far too much wierdness, loss, change and bad news on the tellybox going on to call it in any way a good month. I'm hoping that february is better. I won't jinx it by suggesting it couldn't get much worse, because the potential is there for it to get much much worse. For one there is the emotional nightmare of valentine's day looming. If I get a card it'll creep me out, if I don't i'll feel unloved and dejected. Ha! I'll bottle that one and bring it out in a couple of weeks maybe. Happy thoughts people, happy thoughts. There are some good times planned for february, a birthday or two and various potential beginnings to look forward to. Its almost daffodil o'clock too. Which is always nice. At least i'm not living in kenya or one of the 1.3 million 'at risk' home owners in the UK or a whale curious about a japanese boat...

Anyhoo. Last night was the usual mix of laughs and beer. Stuff happened, conversations were had, beer was drunk...the smoking ban exploited in the best of ways...the normal kind of thing, but the quality of it was good last night. Vintage if you like. Got some good chatting in with Smithers and his side kick Blake7 who I havn't seen for ages. Vague plans were made.
My new year's resolution to reclaim some territory and drink more, is panning out nicely and opening up some opportunities. I did a Year Of Hermitude in 06, a Year Of Running Deep with extended family (Ohana as they call it in Lilo and Stitch) in 07...this year... is The Year Of Beer, The Pub and Cowboy Films. Well maybe, life is a fluid path through the scenery. Its good to have a plan and a direction at least.

Was quite hammered when I came home... and irritated by the guy on the bus who was demanding to see company policy about 'no food or drink on the bus'. Fecking idiot he was. In the time it took him to argue his pedantic and silly point with the bus driver he could've eaten his kebab, bought his ticket and been sat on the bus with his mate discussing the many failures in his life. He and his embarrassed mate eventually scuttled off towards the taxi rank with his cold kebab after we all, the other passengers, the driver and the station manager, made it clear to him he was being a dick.

After meeting Mrs Jones (...we got a thiiiing going onnn...) for lunch and a hangover curing bucket of coffee, I went and had a hair cut today. I asked the hair cutting fella to give me a short and scruffy with Tin Tin tuft in front. I'm happy with it. I love having my haircut. Or someone just playing with it. Hmmmm.
*This hair cut probably has 'nothing' to do with a point (by proxy) made by Nick last night about my (grr.definately not receeding) hairline. All I could say to that (by proxy...) is that at 36, i'd rather have a slight (and it is only slight) recession of hairline whilst still having good legs and a nice arse...than...we'll, the opposite. I suppose.
So there.
;)

Its the grey hairs I have found in my beard that concern me more. That and i'm not as tall as everyone else as dragondrop like to point out from time to time. Although I am the tallest person in my actual immediate family (that I actually know, I suspect one of my 'never met them' brothers is taller than me). Which is nice.

The plan for the rest of the day is to sort out clothes for tomorrow's funeral, smoke some pizza topping and then watch some star wars or harry potter in bed. Its too cold and crappy to go visit The First Life Couple, which was my plan. And anyway the wind and rain would muck up my new short and scruffy haircut.

That is all.

Mind the gap.