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"Gonna get me some cardboard boxes,
Mar 13, 2006


And you know what those boxes are for."

Apparently to enable me to join the middle-classes. Having moved back into a flat I lived in for ten years, (albeit we now own it outright and the other previous occupant has decamped to Peterborough), I am informed I know live in a 'maisonette'! It doesn't get much more middle class than that.

Moving really is knackering, though we managed it on our todd, with a little help from Matthew, the man with a van. But I'm kind of glad to be back at work today, as I can have a rest from the sheer physicality of lumping boxes and bits of furniture.

Not sure I ever want to see the inside of another Ikea for a bit, bt I suspect it will be inevitable.

I also do not wish to discuss rugby or cricket today, though at least Freddie's boys have an excuse. Though I am more than happy to discuss the relative merits of Barcelona, Chelsea, Liverpool, Arsenal and Charlton.

(4 replies, Latest reply: Jul 20, 2006)

In a sense, it all started with a box...
Dec 6, 2005


So says the explanatory blurb accompanying the latest work of Rachel Whiteread at the Tate Modern. I'm *pretty* sure I could have worked that out for myself, being as the entire thing is masses of white plastic castings of boxes.

I suppose it's interesting enough, but hardly 'exciting' as I heard one observer exclaim. It's certainly not on the same level as hsome of her previous work, most noticeably the concrete casting of a house, which I really rather liked.

Overall, we agreed that mostly one expected a giant size Dougall to come along and snarf up all the sugerlumps...

(3 replies, Latest reply: Dec 7, 2005)

Funny old world...
Oct 11, 2005


It was only last week that myself and SLG walked the length of Southend Pier, all 1 1/3 mile of it. The longest pleasure pier in the world. And I suppose it will be again. This isn't the first time it's burned down.

I don't know what made us decide to walk down the pier. I've not done it for years, in fact it seems like a different lifetime when I did.

But I'm glad we did walk down it, as I guess we won't have the chance for a bit. I just hope the Council use the opportunity to do some much needed sprucing up, not least of the trains that run up and down it every ten minutes, though I do think Sir John Betjeman would love the idea of a train at Southend Pier being named after him.

(62 replies, Latest reply: Oct 25, 2005)

My last journal...
Apr 22, 2005


as a single man.

I'm off out of it now to get married in the middle of Nevada.

Try not to break the place while I'm away and for heaven's sake have fun with the election.

(20 replies, Latest reply: May 9, 2005)

Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas*
Apr 10, 2005

Well, enough doom and gloom round here in this journal, time for some good news.

The rings and the outfits have been bought, the flights are booked, and so's the chapel, and all our accomodation.

Can you guess what it is yet?

Some of you will already be aware that myself and SLG are engaged, and on the 27th of April we commit to the next step, and get married.

Not for us the usual stuff of churchs and registry offices. Oh no. On the 24th we jet out to Las Vegas and will be married in a ceremony where SLG will be given away by Elvis! How is that? (I also happen to think it highly important to point out than no less than Jon Bon Jovi got married in the same chapel. I think thats , as well as kind of hilarious.)

The following day we jet to New York for our honeymoon, a eight night stay in New York.

We'll tell you all about it (well, the bits that are fit to print, anyway...) when we get back.

(hopping up and down and wanting to go now.)

*This joke is copyright SLG, but I was allowed to borrow it.

(24 replies, Latest reply: Apr 24, 2006)