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No posts this week as i’ve been flat out busy working in Glasgow for a company that’s a stone’s throw away from The Tunnel. I’m doing a small bit of reliving my youth tomorrow night when i end the week with a blow out party and a Paul Oakenfold DJ set.

Long Hair aside (his, not mine) I’m really looking forward to this, and hopefully i’ll be raving about it next week. Sometimes, i’m just too funny…

Paying the Price

When things started to go askew for me last year, it actually took me longer to sort myself out that I let on. Indeed, if it wasn’t for 3 individuals I’d still be curled up in a heap somewhere, probably attempting to be one of those people who had “given up on society”. I rarely give them credit, not because I don’t thank them daily, but because it’s not a time I dwell upon often. At least, publicly.

I mention that now because a few short hours ago I was faced with one of those moments normally found in a Cameron Crowe movie, where something quite profound dawns on you, not through choice, but more of a realisation of something that was always there.

The price for my year (and it’s almost been a year) of globe trotting is that I’m not longer considered part of the life of these people I hold dear. I always knew that things would change, and I knew that not seeing them regularly would change things a little, but I suppose I didn’t factor the rate of change – oh how i wish I’d paid more attention to logarithms in Calculus…

My rainbow of emotions was kick-started by finding out that I’ve not been invited to 2 birthday parties. I mean, even saying it now, it seems daft. The thing is, whether i could have attended or not, I still think of myself as a part of the group and so it does feel strange to not be invited. Coupled with the fact that one party has invited over 40 people and has a theme (with 11 weeks warning) and another is a blow out 25th, for a while there I did somewhat feel like the guy from work you hope no-ones told about your flat-warming. It’s crazy that as a man of almost 30 this sort of faux-rejection can hurt as much as it would a child, more so I suppose because these are people I genuinely care about.

Realistically though, I’m being selfish even indulging myself in those thoughts. I chose to move on, in fact with their help I moved on. I set in motion a change in my life that has me being a different person, and it’s wrong for me to think that things with those people I don’t see with any regularity are going to stay the same.

It’s funny that this is probably the singular issue in my life that I’ve never managed to grasp as an underlying concept. Things change. The cost of having new good things roll into your life is that some good things roll out. I’ve no idea why I find that premise so difficult to grasp, when, it’s oh so simple. I mean, it’s the circle of life for fuck sake. Even Disney can make kids understand it in 3 words, and yet, i’m still shocked by it when it happens.

So I wont be going to these Birthday parties, nor joining in the group emails that clearly i’ve been added to out of ritual. I’ll phone the respective-organisers and tell them of my love for them, and hopefully they wont squirm in embarrassment, nor ask who I am because the name doesn’t ring a bell! I’m also going to take the afternoon to prune my contacts list. Ex girlfriends from years ago, people from school that I didn’t really like anyway, the numbers of girls I’ve met on nights out or even those who were once in the “break in case of emergency” category. It’s not a knee jerk reaction, and in this day and age of having 1000s of friends on myfacebebook or whatever I think I’ll find it quite therapeutic to go straight to Kev in my phone book without passing 4 Kelly’s and 1 Kelli with an ” i “. It’s time to embrace the change.

EDIT: I feel so much better for doing that; but kiddo, I would have looked GREAT as a pirate!

Cat Attack

It’s so ludicrous that if I didn’t have to suffer through the scars, both physical and mental, then I wouldn’t have believed it myself. But my internet has been taken from me for 3 week by not 1 but 2 demented cats.

I wont bore you with the ins and outs, but it’s suffice to say that Cat 1, I dare not even type his name for in some African countries they believe that evil survives this way, caused a small electrical fire INSIDE MY GRAPHICS CARD with a combination of fluff and ‘spray’. Though without gaming possibilities, I suffered on to my old laptop only for Cat 2 (the ringleader) to rip through the cord at the back of my BT home Hub.

Anyway, to ease my suffering, and obviously for your enjoyment, here is a small picture of the ever so loveable Cat 2 and John…

Steve’s Back…

“You came in that thing??? You’re braver than I thought…”

30 years on, and I still find that funny!

8 miles to muff

I wanted to post this separate to my beautiful pictures of Ireland

Oh, and don’t put this on College Humour…

Man Down! Man Down!

LF1M Healer – lvl 70 Priest (hol/disc only). Resto Dr00d, shammy or Bubbldin acepted.

One internet connection dead.

Rez Plx.

kk THX.

(for those that dont understand that, it means that Steve’s internet connection has died and he’s been unable to post for the last 8 days. Though writing it this way may annoy him enough to get his ass to a net cafe and post something)

Val Visits…

I’m still not quite recovered from the exerts earlier in the week, so i’m hoping that Val wont be wanting too big a night out tonight.

Tomorrow we have a huge night planned; including catching a show, a comedy act, dinner at one of my favourite restaurants before heading out dancing.

So i need to buy Pro Plus, Syndol, and drink alot of water!

we are aztecs

HAD to upload it before going to bed.

must must sleep.

pissd and sleeepy

will explain if i wake up today, if not, then i wont.

does that make sense?

night

Independance

Just in case you weren’t sure why Scotland is in such a rush to be independent from England, here’s a preview of your future King…

Oh yes, he’s his Father’s son !