Umm… Where was I?<\/p>\n
Oh yeah, it’s starting already. I’m losing track of time. And other things. Because my routine is shot to bits.<\/p>\n
It’s that time of year, see? The time of year when I’m not<\/em> compelled to get out of bed and struggle, against my most base instincts, in to work.<\/p>\n It’s the start of the enforced, unpaid holiday that is known as ‘Christmas’; and this year my compulsory break from my most mainstream work is a fortnight, two whole weeks of fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun. To quote the theme music to Red Dwarf.<\/p>\n And already I have that general feeling of ‘lostness’ about me because I should have got out of bed hours ago and right now I should be closing in on central Loondon (Loondon? If ever my psyche made <\/em>me do a typo oh boy that was it!). Anyway, should be closing in on central London<\/em> to do battle with the hordes of numpties and brain-deads who are unfortunate enough to cross my irascible path and get themselves lasered to death by the weapons of mass destruction that lurk behind my sleepy browns.<\/p>\n But instead of doing something that I enjoy but don’t want to do<\/em> (who said I was straightforward?), I have the whole day to… Erm. Hang on, I have a list.<\/p>\n So, four things to be done. And all day to do them in. Except, sure, things 1. and 2. have to be done in about an hour and fifteen minutes time. Then I could get straight on and do thing 3. And thing 4. And thing 1. will, inevitably, lead to thing 5. which is, of course, attend the Dr for said routine appointment. And thing 4. could take – including writing up of notes – up to 2-1\/2 hours.<\/p>\n Of course I can’t go and see Vin because the car – see thing 2. – might not be in my possession all day. But I could, in theory, go and see him this evening because I’ll have it back by 17.00 at the latest!<\/p>\n But what do I do with the rest of the day?<\/p>\n I could write one of those five album reviews that I have to write. Or I could write one of those three book reviews that I have to write – I got a nice email from Sam Manicom the other day, gently asking when the review of Distant Suns will be completed. At least I think it was a nice email – he usually does write me such nice<\/em> emails. I haven’t got around to opening it yet you see?<\/p>\n Or I could preview the new album that arrived to be reviewed last night.<\/p>\n Or I could check out today’s weather for the place where we’ll be staying between Chrimbo and New Year.<\/p>\n Huh, weather.com says 37F and 87% humidity but what the hell does that mean? What backward countries still measure temperature in F? Now I’ve got to go and find a converter!<\/p>\n Wow, 37F = 3c? I could stay here and get that cold! Note to self, take jumpers! And yet, strangely, another website is telling me that the weather there right now is 21c (70F for those from backwards countries). Go figure that disparity!<\/p>\n Also… better take some Pot Noodles too. Just in case. It’s difficult being a vegetarian in Third World countries.<\/p>\n Anyway I’ve used up almost 20 minutes of my day, sitting here, burbling away about… whatever it is that I’ve been burbling.<\/p>\n So I could have a shower, breakfast, cup of tea and then it would be time to ring the Dr and then it would be time to get the car to the garage and then it would be time to somehow get in to Witney and do the Argos thing. I haven’t got a handle on local public transport which, when you think about it, is slightly bizarre – that I know the public transport between here and London better than I know the public transport between here and Witney.<\/p>\n Oh well.<\/p>\n Time, standing still not at all for this man.<\/p>\n Speak later.<\/p>\n B<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Umm… Where was I? Oh yeah, it’s starting already. I’m losing track of time. And other things. Because my routine is shot to bits. 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