I'd been intending to be in bed by now, but I've been a bit distracted. I've not left my scribblings here since Friday, as I was in for a busy weekend up at the country seat. The Ruby Anniversary party was a great success - a little friction in the build-up, but they just won't learn not to poke the hornets' nest, so they got stung - but all the guests seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves, and there was the entertainment of the two Uncles, and their apparently contrasting styles, which actually aren't a million dollars apart. The Career Soldier and the Career Hippie. It makes for good value. And I didn't poison anybody with the curry or the pork concoction.
The motor racing, what I saw of it, was a bit of a disappointment, though well done to Fisichella, and I believe he had words with M. Villeneuve, which is a good thing too. Also funny was the idea of footballers with the trots.
I just looked up at the telly and there was the fizzog of Uncle Dickie....aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!! Telling us all about the campaign in the Far East.
Today, I got hold of some Lardy Cake. Mmmmmmmm. Actually, I was a little disappointed, I felt that they have not been as lardy as they might have been, it is a bit short on shortening and shugar for my taste, but it still went down well with a mug of cold milk.
I've been busy leaving my spoor around on a few other blogs the last few nights, thought I'd widen the net, besides, I had nothing worth saying. You might say that I don't most nights. Glad you enjoyed the Zappa vid, folks, I did too, which is why I shared.
I've been a bit pre-occupied today with les affairs de coeur, or more precisely, my lack thereof. I'm feeling a bit lonely, I guess, which I haven't for a while, or at least since I realised that the reason I got the boot from my last great love was that I had stopped being much fun to be around, and so I had no right to feel lonely. I wonder if I'm not getting a little broody (oh yes, she had a starring role over the weekend), in which case I'm concerned. Although a lot of my friends over the years have said "Krusty, you'll make a great dad." Their enthusiasm for this idea has waned dramatically when I invite them to be mum.
The Greek Genius had something curious to say last week, namely that the premise of capitalism is fear. I realise that this is not necessarily original, but I was struck that our conversation was veering towards a Marxist critique of society. Forget Dr. Anthony Clare, or the rather unctuous Dr. Raj 'State the bloody obvious' Persaud, how about 'In The Psychiatrist's Chair, with Mark Steel/Alexei Sayle'? That would be worth the licence fee. I commented that as fear is also the underlying basis of feudalism - I pledge fealty to my lord as I'm scared of starving/being hanged, he pays homage to the King because he's scared of decapitation - we haven't really come a long way, have we? He's a great enthusiast for Socrates.
Anyway, enough moping and mithering for one day. I'd say 'it's good to be back', but I think that's a somewhat discredited phrase these days...
Love y'all. Oh, by the way, if you get the chance, drop by Wendy's latest posting. It's worth it.