Area 136

I sit and I brush Sarahs hair, which is still streaked with various colours of natural fairness and light, which some people would kill or pay lots of money for, after she has emerged (or been lifted by evil daddy who needs to get her out of the soft bubbly lovelyness she is sploshing around in) from her bath at Rancho Collapso.

I am working away on this long train of multicoloured stuff, being careful not to hurt or pull the hair and such, and it is beyond me how it seems that birds and mice and all sorts of creatures have been nesting in her heeeed and platting her hair into nests WHILE SHE HAS BEEN IN THE BATH!

So after half an hour of working away at it, trying not to hurt or pull or tug, I say in exasperation:

"Is your hair made of bloody velcro?!"

Sarah looks over her shoulder calmly and says, cool as hell -

"Yes..."

Dammit!

She makes me laugh so much.

So.

I have to drag myself the 60 yards over the road to the pub, through some slightly damp weather to have a farewell drink with you know who.

Of course I don't want to go!

What do you take me for?

Ahem.

yeah I know, I cant wait to get out of here really.

So I hope you all have a spiffing weekend whatever it has in store for you.

I am amazed at the amount of people in this building that use the lift to go up or down one floor!

OK, there is a Mezzanine level between each one so there four flights of stairs between each floor - but come on!

Are we all not supposed to be getting more excercise to stop the wave of obesity that is sweeping the nation (apparently)

OK, if you have asthma or a bad leg or some medical condition fine, use the lift to go one floor. But I dont think that one bloody cup of overpriced coffee is such a heavy load that the lift is needed.

Unless they are making those takeaway cups out of lead these days.

Lazy bastards!

Some people on my friends list have written about having Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and how it impacts on their lives.

I consider myself lucky to not suffer from this – and I am not gloating at all.

I have always had the wonderful ability to be happy or depressed whatever nature is chucking at me. It really makes no difference.

I have felt lonely and depressed on a sun bed by a wonderfully sun warmed pool, and found myself grinning like an idiot as I get soaked to the skin on a long walk home late at night. The weather is never an issue.

In fact one of the most laugh inducing journeys I ever took was on a motorbike with the late Mr Kelly in the pouring rain. We left the flat of S&F to head over to Kizlode at his parents place in north London and the sky was ominously black and threatening. From the moment he kicked the bike into life until the moment an hour later when we turned into the road where Kiz lived it hammered down! Our jeans were so wet no more water could soak into them and it just sat on the surface, our leather jackets were sodden and dyed our t-shirts with black patches of dye. We laughed nearly all the way there.

It was even funnier when kiz provided us with two pairs of his mums trousers to wear while our jeans and jackets steamed on a radiator, as his mum was rather “large of stature”. Kiz has a picture somewhere of Mr Kelly and myself both in one pair, each of us standing in an individual leg.

And as I said above, I have felt empty and cold and dead while lying in bright sunlight and blistering heat. Just wishing I didn’t exist.

It’s never the weather. It’s what is in my head. Who needs SAD when you have that ability?

I would rather be doing what I did yesterday early evening to wind down from the wind up of doing lots of pack....sorry soy. Doing the putting things in boxes stuff.

I want to be sat with my guitar and amp having dug out a few old FX pedals and have a play along to the random songs on my mp3, while having a nice cold vodka based drink.

Getting better at playing guitar has to be better than sitting here till my arse goes numb eh?

EH?

I am only in the office for a half day today!

Yay for team "using up annual leave before the end of the leave year"! But I may have to change the name of the team as its a bit of a mouthful. Buy hey, I am team principle so I can do what I like. A bit like Ron Dennis. Without the spying and stuff.

anyway.

After yesterdays manic chucking and hiding and packing of stuff I have a few aches and pains. But todays plan should ease them.

So this morning I will email someone in one of our other offices to try to get some information out of them that will enable me to actaually do the thing they asked me to do.

Then lunch time will find me over the pub with a departing work pal who is off to pastures new. We will sit and talk of all the great times we have had here. So thats the first five minutes conversation sorted. Then we will probably just have to talk about YOU! hehehehehe.

Then I will leave my buddy int he company of the other workers who will hopefully join us as the afternoon progresses and go home to eat, and after that get Sarahs stuff for the weekend packed (aaargh! not more bloody packing) as it is then over to S&F's.

Friday we are hopefully going fossil hunting and wildlife spotting on the coast. Saturday going to some place where they have a working celtic farm. You know, people in costume doing stuff. It's edumacationamal and should be a laugh.

This is of cousre all if the weather permits. We will find something fun to do whatever happens.

Hope you all have something to look forward to this weekend, even if its only sex and drugs and rock and roll.