Scrybe's Absence...Explained.

You may have noticed a, um, slight decline in posting frequency on this blog of late. I am a master of understatement, I know. But I've not been slacking...well, not that much.

(a) Just prior to Christmas I traversed the country to visit my old home oop nawf where, it seems, the internet has yet to be discovered. Thus I was without posting acces.

(b) I am relocating and, thus, tha london diaries is shortly going to be a somewhat misleading title.

How to solve this apparent dilemma? I am going to have two blogs which I never post on and which no one ever reads!

I decided that I'm going to use this one to post political stuff of a slightly higher standard than pervious posts may suggest that I am capable of, while the other blog will be more, ahem, literary. Unless I change my mind. Either way, hold on to your seats, I'm back onblog!

:-)

Update: I meant to add that Tim Ireland's blogging work is astonsihing. I shall link upon my return from Tesco's. I both wish I had the technical expertise to make his kind of posts and pray that I never p!$$ him off. Same goes for Unity over at Ministry of Truth (see blogroll). 'Nuff said.

If Music be the Food of Love...

why was Jimi Hendrix so bloody skinny?

Alan Rickman Supports Labour.

Given my recent post about my new boss, I thought I'd find out what movies Alan Rickman was doing these days, aside from the obvious Harry Potter series, and I came across this in an interview....


Are you still a staunch Labour supporter?
Well, I certainly think, 'Who else are you going to vote for?'

Daym right! His Good Eggyness suddenly increases.

(Whole interview can be accessed here - http://www.handbag.com/gossip/celebrityinterviews/alanrickman/)

Weird.

I was checking my stats for the day, and this came up

(ISP) Oxford (City) Swindon England United Kingdom

Now, I didn't do a geography degree when I was at their univeristy, so I may be mistaken, but I have reason to believe that Oxford is not in Swindon.

One of Those Days...

Today was one of those days were I thought I had achieved a lot until I assessed what tangible things had happened, and then I realised that I hadn't actually achieved all that much. I bloody hate those days.

I woke up with a horrible back spasm and after quaffing plenty ibuprofen, applying heat patches and contacting work, I went to sleep in the hope of waking up later feeling better. I did, mildly. Until I checked my emails and found 50 of the suckers waiting for me. Cue two hours spent answering emails of importance, then realising the buggers had replied, then spending another half hour replying to those. I wouldn't mind this at all, except that most were of the contact-introducing and arranging-future-events variety, so it was mostly admin. I hate admin. With a passion.

Then I visited the sites of Bob Piper and Ministry of Truth to catch up with the so-called "storm" they have been in over the weekend. I posted a few sensible things.

Then I phoned a bunch of people on,ly to find out that they were no longer the people I had to speak to. Cue failed attempts to get contacts for people I should be speaking to. Cue lots of cursing every time I hung up.

Then I sent a few emails which did actually progress some of the projects I am working on.

All in all, a pretty pointless day, then. And all of this pointlessness precluded me posting anything of worth on here.