RIP Solo

We finally put our dear cat to sleep this morning. He was a good cat and a lovely friend for 14 years, and we will both miss him very much.

Sleep well matey.

And you thought that the Mayans had it right...

 Turns out they were wrong, here we all are in jolly old 2012, hurtling headlong into the future. It can only be a good thing when it contains things like this:

Indifferent Cats in Amateur Porn

Once the cat was worshipped as a God, Now it is forced to watch hairless flesh bags attempt to pleasure each other for pantless chubbers in American double wide trailers. How the mighty have fallen.

There's Something in The Attic!

And it's me!

Finally moved into my new/ old office in the pigeon coop. It's OK, smaller and very much hotter, but also a lot quieter, so all in all it'll do (like I have a choice).

However, having listened to my new hero Bradley Wiggins banging on about how to be the best and how to avoid naysayers (his description was considerably more fruity), I will make the best of it and thank God every single day that my idea of fulfilling fun is not sitting on a razor blade/ saddle  for weeks on end and then finishing the horror off by forcing myself to cycle over cobbles down the Champs Elysees.

Sport or torture. I suggest Sporture.

I'd Like to Move it...MOVE IT!!!

I really would. Having been surrounded by boxes of shite for weeks now, I would dearly love to actually get shot of this place and move into my new/ old office. I feel like I am in an episode of Hoarders; Buried Alive. Sample conversation:-

QUESTION = "Do you need this piece of paper that has been sitting at the bottom of this box for, well, let's see, oh, for longer than I have been alive, and it is covered in spider webs, silverfish and mouse nibbles?"

ANSWER =  "Yes"

RESPONSE "Aaaarrrggghhhh - you infuriating ape creature - why won't you just die????"

Tidy Desk..Tidy Mind.

A bit extreme, but the tether's end has been reached. And this Friday I have to attempt to weasel my Boss out of his office of 15 years (the equivalent of the hoarders "special closet" which is usually full of newspaper and squashed cat carcasses). Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated; I'm thinking of some cheese on the fishing line dragged along the floor.

Doom and Gloom

Well. the weather is damp, the summer is practically officially over and no-one has seen the sun for weeks (which makes the perpetual British obsession with atmospherics just too easy to indulge). And to cap it all off, a dour but hardworking Scottish lad got bitch-slapped all over Wimbledon by a man from Switzerland who never sweats.

Arrgh - what the hell is that???

The Olympics seem to be only thing to look forward to, weather dependent of course. I have images of the equestrian centre being used for water polo, the volleyball courts doubling up as the canoe slalom, and Tom Daley being called up for search and rescue at the Olympic Stadium.

Aaaah - normal service has been resumed

Which is worse though? Blighty with it's predictable unpredictability, or Qatar (host of the next World Cup) which can be relied upon to cook spectators, players and officials alike in 40 degree heat. Personally I know which one I would prefer, but that is only because I am basically more firelighter than human.