Aftermath

Well, thank the lord that’s over for another year. Come Christmas ’04, I think I’m either going to go back to helping out at a soup kitchen, or helping the Samaritans, or I’m heading off overseas for the season. Any of these options will be fine with me, although I must admit that I find myself rather fancying the idea of a Christmas in the sun, where no-one can find me. In fact yes, that sounds very seriously bloody appealing.

Seasons Bleatings

Unaccustomed as I am to this, Merry Syphilis and a Happy Gonorrhea to all my regular readers. Let the Festering Season™ commence/conclude (depending on your perspective) productively.

In the meantime, I’m off to get well and truly leathered. Spirit of Christmas, and all that jazz. My spirit of choice being vodka. *Grin* *Hic*

Asda, Moscow Manchester

In a fit of true genius, I’d agreed with my guests for the Festering Season™ that going shopping for food etc. at 1am would be a good idea. How fucking wrong can one person be?

Unshockingly, I’ve ranted about this before, but Jesus Christ, how long are the shops actually shut for? Two days at most? So why the blue blazing flibberty fuck do people pretty much empty the shelves of anything they think they might vaguely want/need? Even things they’ve never needed before. Mad panic buying – and yeah, it’s only two days of closure, and even then there’ll be stores that are open. I just don’t understand the mindset.

And Asda. What the chuff possessed me to think that would be a good idea at any time, let alone around Christmas. *Shudder*. Coming out left me actually glad that we do have gun laws in this country. Otherwise there’d have been a Macdonalds-esque bloodbath in Aisle 14, blood sprayed over the empty shelves of tampons. Because, like so many festive decorations can be made from them – either that or the entire female population of Manchester is due on – heavily – on the 25th December.

I shouldn’t be let out

Of course, the bad bit about getting paid plenty all at one is that it leaves me deeply in the arms of temptation. What that means is that yes, I’ve upgraded my digital camera. Maybe I’ll regret it come the sales, but I got it for a decent amount off the RRP anyway, so *shrug*.

Fly me to the moon Alps

I must be in a good mood, or something. Maybe it’s the fact that in less than a hundred hours, the Festering Seaon™ will be over and done with. Woo and (repetitively) Yay indeed.

Anyway, a little email flittered into my inbox from Sapientum – and wow, can he creep *Grin* – asking me to draw some attention to his plea for emergency crew on a hot-air-ballon trip to the Alps. Typical NHS, 18 month waiting list, and as soon as the person’s needed elsewhere, #bing# to the top of the list they go. So – if you’re free and fancy a trip in a cramped capsule to the Alps, give Peter at Sapientum a yell…

Paid

I’m sure I’ve said it before, but one thing I still love about being self-employed is seeing the invoice get paid for the work I’ve done. (Yes, particularly when it comes in at an opportune time, like today) It makes all the hassle and grief worthwhile, and even after being self-employed for five years (on and off) there’s still that big smile that appears on my face, that feeling of “Yeah, that was work that was worth the money – and they thought so too”.

Blinding.

Shortest Day

Yes, we’re past the midway point. The 21st was (or at least should be) the shortest day, AKA Winter Equinox Solstice (corrected, thanks Peter). So now the nights will start getting shorter, and we’re over the big hurdle for another year. Woo, and indeed Yay.