Blimey, pip pip, slice of cake, hello me ole teabag, 'ow ya doin'

Jenn has asked me to write on the blog.  I believe this may be because I am staring into space and just thinking random me, alone, by-meself thoughts.  Funny how when someone asks what one was thinking, it can't really be answered.  I had actually been thinking how relaxing I find the TV listings channel.  And ironing...and then why I find those things relaxing...

This then lead to wondering why I can't actually dive into any one of the three books I'm reading (one re. the history of cleaning, a book about fast food/obesity and a novel, Queen Camilla by Sue Townsend...which is terribly funny and wrong on many levels).  So after staring into real space I logged on to stare at cyber-space, surfed a bit, hummed an Earth (RIP) Kitt song . . . checked to see if I am missing something huge and important.  

Nothing huge and important about Samantha Ronson being the 2008 worst dressed, or Ricki Martin as the 2008 worst closet case ever to have sashayed the lavender trail . . . nothing huge and revealing about Hollywood romantics make up and break ups of 2008.  Not a fan of the lists....I want the now, the new, the current.  I want tomorrow and I want it today. 2008....lovely, let's move on people, let's move on.

New Year was never really my thing...too much pressure of old and new when  really it is all such a terribly over rated social construct that it can never live up to whatever it is supposed to.  I'm not cynical I assure...when things truly change or there is a renewal and resurgence of hope and dreams, I am right up there with Oprah bayyybeeee...but the notion of it being collective and almost enforced...I understand it from a socio-psycho viewpoint (we would be in chaos without societal routines and so called shared traditions)...but it does get a little tiresome.  And besides, no one wants to see their step-Uncle crying in his beer and trying to kiss ya Mam at the New Year party cos he has suddenly remembered who he forgot during the singing of Auld Lang wotsit...

Regarding New Year, I was given a week off which I do not even need...I know it is lovely that employers do this but I would rather the option.  Thankfully I took some work home...all my good friends went away for Christmas because they are twenty somethings in university with these things called families. I've a few left here so I will do the rounds Tuesday me thinks.  Drop in on people who are working, take them a coffee, chat, sigh a lot and think about the TV listings channel.  In other news, I have also spent much time considering the fire place channel that is, until I realised it was not live (THAT is how much time I spent watching it see).  I felt cheated after that, clearly highlighting some narcissistic tendencies in that I thought they were setting the tele alight just for me year after year.

Jenn is playing some sort of poker on the Wii.  I think I shall go and read about the collapse of America under too much food.  It's very good so far.  Maybe I will cook me a pizza, some pasta and round it off with several scoops of ice cream.  Aha.  I've bought over twenty books in the last couple of weeks so I should be reading rather than writing me thinks.  

Carry on.