Pete said. The unlikeliness of this phrase is ignored as I’m dreaming. The immediate association with the inch worm song (#… sixteen and sixteen is thirty-two…#) is slightly more perplexing. Some vagaries about the Archbishop being a casual World of Warcraft player emerge and the rest of the dream is lost to the oblivion of time.
The fact that I was up far later than anticipated (still ‘only’ 10:45pm) playing the aforementioned game is probably related to the dream in some way. Waking up early in the morning to hear whispering is not. Being slightly (read very) un-alert at the time of half-silly in the morning the possibility of it being contact from a spirit world occurred to me. I’ve been reading Steve and Erin Pavlina’s blogs quite a bit recently, a husband and wife team that are convinced of spirit guides, higher vibrations and all that jazz. Reading compelling accounts by seemingly fairly normal people does raise question with the reality of existence. Of course it could well have been people talking in the street outside. Being very cosy I didn’t get up to check.

This morning was the first morning in a long time that I actually watched my Hi-Fi turn on to wake me up, the longest day is not far away now!!

So, a weekend ago I went to a medieval festival reenactment thingie at Loseley Park. It was good, and despite being slightly hung-over, very tired, and forgetting to take any anti sun (thus getting burnt), I enjoyed it. Lots of pictures were taken… I’m almost ashamed to admit it was nearly 400.
This could be a good thing though, check out the ones I liked. Hopefully I’ll be adding to this collection over the next few days (weeks, years, whatever).

I don’t know how it has happened but I’m now a spam member. This morning, 47 emails and 2 comments loitered in my inbox to waste my time.

Grrr!

Fining spammers millions of dollars is a good start but some kind of public flogging also sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll tell you why: Once upon a time I got some spam, advertising some site or other. Perhaps, I thought, if I go to the site and inform them of the unsolicited nature of the advertisement they’d investigate.
I know what you’re thinking, and it goes along the line of ‘You’re a fool to think that Rob’. Here however is the vicious twist of irony. The link didn’t go to a web page. Nothing, nada, zip. So even if the advert had worked, I wouldn’t have been able to buy pharmacy grade viagra or whatever it was. (I’m sure it wasn’t that but I can’t remember what it was).
Stupid spammers!

Somehow, I don’t seem to find the time to blog as much as I used to. It almost feels that this site is falling into disrepair or being ignored like a favourite old teddy bear that has been put on the top shelf to gather dust.

I’d like to promise that this is not true, but work is busier than it used to be and I never was very good at blogging from home.
I’m certainly not going to give up on this, no sir. I have however been thinking about changing direction slightly, making the gallery a lot more of a prominent feature. The fact that only 5% of visitors look at the gallery and the last two pictures I’ve put up have only been viewed once (by me) also points to a long overdue redesign.

I’ve been spending a lot of time reading recently, reading about psychology, philosophy, religion, all those kind of conceptual and meaningful lifestyle topics. I hope, at some point in the future I’ll make some kind of sense of it all and share my findings with my prestigious audience (you).
Until then I imagine that my posting will be a bit sporadic in nature.

Debs read her selection of news and opinion without much interest. The train rides home seemed to be getting longer and longer these days. The words in front of her faded as her mind drifted. The carriage jolted and shuddered, just as Debs made eye contact with a fellow passenger she was thrown from her seat. The world tripped. The lights flickered and failed, plunging the carriage into darkness.
After a brief shaken moment braced against the seat in front Debs eyes adjusted to the semi-gloom. She saw the same passenger across the aisle, eyes wide with surprise and fear. Passengers throughout the carriage were picking themselves up question flew back and forwards, mostly ‘are you ok?’ and ‘what happened?’ people seemed to have minor cuts and bruises but nothing worse.
Suddenly a blinding flash filled the train. Someone gasped with fear. “Sorry! Just my camera” said a man a few seats up, sheepishly waving his phone. Debs quickly followed suit, setting her phone to video record mode. Pretty soon the whole carriage was filled with camera flashes and bright LED lights cutting through the slowly building smoke. Left and right impromptu interviews were being held. One person pointed out that they should break the emergency window to get out. Several people agreed but demanded him to wait until they had a good angle. One person even asked him to say it again ‘with feeling into the camera’.
Slowly they made their escape to fresh air, every step and movement recorded from at least two angles…

I’m actually off work today, with a cold. A cold that pretty much consumed my Saturday evening and the whole of Sunday. I was however very unsure about taking the day off work. I generally find it very difficult to decide if I’m ill enough to not go in. Three times, that I can think of, in my career I’ve gone into work and then have to leave early because I was actually too ill to be in. And I think I’ve stayed home and then realised that I probably could have gone in about twice.

I remember a classic conversation with my good friend Greig once:
He said ‘Yeah I’m pulling a sickie today, my heads killing me and I feel cold all the time even though its warm in the house’ – I’m paraphrasing like mad but that was the basic jist of the words.
I said ‘That’s not pulling a sickie mate, that’s actually being ill.’

So how ill do you have to feel before you’ll call in sick?

It’s been quite a while since I last posted. There has not been a particularly good reason for this. I do feel a bit guilty about it though.
So let me give a quick outline on what’s been happening in my life recently….
Not much, I’m finally getting back into the exercise routine I had before I had glandular fever. It’s not taken this long because of illness, it’s taken this long because it’s far too easy to get used to being lazy. It’s very difficult to break the cycle of less exercise means less energy, means less enthusiasm to exercise, means less energy… etc.

I’ve rediscovered my enthusiasm for World of Warcraft, non-players may want to tune out for this paragraph. Being a warrior my character is very dependant on the stat boosts of his equipment. This is something that I didn’t really ‘get’. My excuse is that on a level-up your stats are automatically increased. You see in Diablo you had 5 points that you could allocate on each level-up. Meaning you had to keep track of stats and what difference they made to your characters performance. However in WoW I’ve only recently got a handle of what stats should be increased, so I’ve been spending time in the auction house (like an in-game ebay) getting kit to increase the right stats, as a result my character is pretty kick-ass now 🙂

I’m also trying to meditate once a day. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a long, long way from finding inner peace and all that. In the vein of non-drinkage though I’m intending to keep it up for two months, to see how I get on with it.

Too all those that I have been failing to call with the regularity that you may have become used to, my apologies. It is praying on my mind and I’m intending to make the time to catch up with you all.

Nothing exciting has been happening recently. I’m actually quite glad of this, having time to gather my thoughts and enjoy the atmosphere in the house has been good (term is coming to an end and people are moving out).