“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Is anything the matter?”
“You seem so sad, Eeyore.”
“Sad? Why should I be sad? It’s my birthday, The happiest day of the year.”
“Your birthday?” said Pooh in great surprise.
On. Or off.
Those who know me quite well (or who have observed me close-up) know that I’m generally on or off. No half-measures.
One of the drawbacks is that, even though last night’s Leeds United Ladies Fundraising Masquerade Ball was really rather good (and, one hopes, quite successful), I still couldn’t switch off and enjoy it for what it was. I felt so much happier being on my feet, wandering around, pointing the photographer to the right people, asking how the students were doing, and so on. Being a nuisance, basically!
Becalmed
A thought from what Douglas Adams calls “the long, dark, tea-time of the soul”.
15 column inches of fame
I gave an interview about me – though it wasn’t really about me.
J’ai, tu a, il a…
Ah, languages. Where would be be without them?
Snuggs and Smales and lost Boy(e)s
Yes… the family tree research continues!
The Beeston Poisoner
Cooking and baking are relaxing – I just don’t have enough people to practice on.
Six degrees of Facebook
Looking through my friends list, and my friends’ lists, one or two interesting connections pop up.
Facebook v Real Life
I still don’t know what the fuss is about. Facebook, I mean.
Man is the sum of his memories
Things are there to remind us of what we forget, but do they have a value of their own?