I think, possibly too much,
I think, possibly too much, about where I came from. About the genes that defined my body and the experiences that shaped my spirit, and about how things might have been different. I think about having turned out straight, or short, or without the tendency to male pattern baldness (actually, I don't think about that last one very much 
). I think about having turned out less passionate; in my beliefs, in my emotions, in my tendency to speak out. I think about the things that define my identity having been totally different, and the person I might have been as a result. I think about honesty, and openness. I think about intolerance, of which I can certainly be as guilty as the next person. And I think about the conscious act of changing some of these things.
And sometimes I think I should. And sometimes I *know* I should. And sometimes I think I'll get round to it one of these days.....
Don't worry - all of this is going somewhere.
The journey back yesterday was
The journey back yesterday was a lot quicker than the one up on Friday. It's been a long time since I did any sustained motorway driving, so it was quite fun, but there are some....entertaining drivers out there.
Relatedly, I have this thing - I don't know what to call it - it's not a recurring dream, because I only have it when I'm awake. Whenever I'm behind the wheel of a car for any length of time, I get this flash mental image of the engine exploding and this fireball engulfing me. 'Disturbed' is the word that probably just went through your mind.
Mum and I spent part
Mum and I spent part of the day at a place which, weirdly despite being nowhere near the sea, is called Crab Manor. It's a hotel with an award-winning seafood restaurant, and I would *love* to stay there.
I had a nightmare journey
I had a nightmare journey north ñ there was an accident on the M11, in the middle of some roadworks ñ it took neary 7 hours to get about 240 miles. Didnít think Iíd get here in time for Big BrotherÖ..
Ö..But I did:
BRI-AN, BRI-AN, BRI-AN, BRI-AN!!!!!!!
By a huge margin. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We love you Brian.
Hel on Earth ñ I
Hel on Earth ñ I hear on the radio that The Sun is supporting Helen to win Big Brother, which is a bit worrying ñ theyíve got a lot of readers to get votingÖÖ So the word should be spread ñ vote Brian.
And so, in its dying
And so, in its dying days, Big Brother 2 has finally managed to hook me, ensnare me, draw me into its web ñ pick your metaphor of choice. I just watched the announcement of the unexpected eviction, and it did make for good TV. Though itís interesting to note that the families of this yearís lot seem to be as dull as the contenders themselvesÖ..
I will cry if Helen wins though. Vote for Brian.
Iím off up north tomorrow afternoon, so blogging for the next few days may be sporadic.
Totally out of the blue,
Totally out of the blue, I had an ICQ message this morning from someone I was at school with 20 years ago. I'm still grinning.
Hi Trudi!
Ooh look – a white
Ooh look - a white background - a minor shift towards a lighter, airier look for a little while.
Been to see Shrek this
Been to see Shrek this evening - *and* I've written a review. So that's it - three new Opinion pages in one week - what are the chances of me now sticking to at least one a week, as per the schedule?