March 2002

March 30th, 2002. Snore

I've not been getting much sleep lately, so I've been wanting to nap every afternoon. it's the cat's fault. The other night, he woke me at 4am to come inside, then at 5am to go out, then at 6am to --- well, you get the idea.

In between, I had an odd dream that the neighbours across the green had lots of cats that look just like Snorkle, and they all kept coming and going between their house and mine, so I couldn't tell which one he was.

Supposed to be going to a party in Dundee tomorrow, but I have no idea what the details or arrangements are, what time to turn up, and so on. Then on Monday we're having a picnic in Princes St Gardens before going to a Belle & Sebastian gig! Yay! I think drunkeness will be involved somehow. Must get down to the supermarket and get som cheap vodka for picnicing with.

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March 26th, 2002. What Not To Wear?

Actually, I'm getting quite excited about Catherine's wedding already, even though it's (counts on fingers) five months away. I mean, I've never been to Paris before. I know I'll only be there for a few hours, and will most be stuck in a corner of the wedding reception with a few people I knew at school. But, hey, it's still Paris!

Five months does give me a bit of time to save up for an outfit as well as the train fare, though. At the moment, I', thingkijng: a velvet jacket with tweedy trousers, so I look like an indiekid who's bothered to make a slight effort. I don't think C's mother will be impressed, but I;m not really bothered. C herself will probably just laugh.

Oops, I've just remebered I gave C the address of this site the other day. Here's hoping she forgot to look.

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March 26th, 2002. Department of Foo

Why is it that you can put two identical envelopes in the same postbox, at the same time, with the same value stamp and addressed to the same place, and they still don't arrive together?

And also, why is the one that arrives first always the one you don't want to get?

In other news, I've out up a couple of photos of Catherine, to whose wedding I've been invited. The first one was one she donated herself when I said "can I put a picture of you on the web?" The chap next to her is her fiancé. I've never met him, and I have no idea what he's like. The other one was one I took years and years ago, when we were still at school.

Hopefully whjen I uploaded these I didn't nbreak everything on the site like I did on Sunday. Memo to self: having half the files on the site trying to use a stylesheet whose URL starts with "http://localhost" is not a good idea.

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March 24th, 2002. People watching

I love to watch people when I'm going about. I try not to be noticed, in case they think: "eek! mad stary person!"

Yesterday's example: a bored-looking girl on a train. She kept looking out of the window, although the window pillar was in the way. I wondered at first if she was looking at other people, too, by their reflections. She was sat in the window seat, and would occasionally look across the carriage to the opposite windows. It was getting dark, so there wasn't much to see.

Short, dark hair, with a spot on her chin. I liked her outfit: black trousers, black lacy top, black suede jacket; red skirt and cute red trainers. When she got up she moved nervously, trying hard not to touch people as she stepped over feet.

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March 20th, 2002. Pets of doom

I was out walking this afternoon (dole office, landlord, back home again) and I saw a man out walking a ferret, on a lead. Twice. I think it's a sign of the impending apocalypse.

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March 20th, 2002. Horse and Carriage

In bed, and starting to drift off to sleep. Today In Parliament is on the radio, because it's so boring it helps me sleep faster. Suddenly: bleep. "Grrr," I thought, "I've forgotten to switch my phone off." I stumbled out of bed, found it, and looked at the screen.

"What's ure address? i want 2 invite u2 my wedding"

"Ungh?" I thought. I was too sleepy to think coherently. "Urgh? Mrghe? Fjfeww? I don't know anyone getting married."

Of course, I woke up suddenly two hours later remembering that I did. And she's getting married. In Paris. And she's the same age as I am. This is all very scary.

It means I have an excuse for a holiday, though.

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March 20th, 2002. Vaccination

I can't see why there's all this fuss in the news about vaccines. We didn't have measles vaccines back in my day. You'd get given measles, and you'd be happy about it. "You'd better get it now," said the parents, "because it'll be much worse if you get it when you're older." So they made sure everybody caught measles by the age of six, and then we sat at home and itched and got calamine lotion put on our spots.

Well, OK, I do have one scar from a measles spot. But it's just about my eye, so it's covered by eyebrow for twenty-three months of the year. And girls got given the rubella vaccine when I was at school (not boys, though). I'd already had it by then, anyway.

My mother probably still has the half-finished bottle of calamine lotion in the bathroom cupboard.

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March 20th, 2002. New Design

Woo, experimental page-layout stuff. It doesn't look too much of a mess (on moz-linux) as long as I make sure the text in this bit of the page is longer than the text in the other bit of the page. If it isn't, the border on the right-hand side isn't drawn right to the bottom of the right-hand-side bit.

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