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| Friday 9th January 2009:
Well, here we are, another year. I hope you all had a pleasant Christmas. I thought I�d better pop in and issue a customary Happy New Year. I�ve had a flurry of complaints from folk asking why the links to January weren�t working. The answer is simple there was nothing to link to until now, and anyway (said he with hands on hips) enough with the complaints already, you�re not paying the rent on the site. I did the prelims, the tech stuff, but I just haven�t felt like actually journaling. Shane bought me a collection of Bernard Cornwell�s Sharpe novels for Christmas and I�ve been devouring them. He also bought me a set of Sharpe Dvd�s featuring Sean Bean, a man who makes my love spuds all but drool with desire. I told Dick that I wanted him to dress up like Sharpe, complete with sword. He�s promised to see what he can do. I haven�t watched the Dvd�s yet; I wanted to read the books first. I�ve been meaning to read them for years and never got round to it. I mentioned the fact when there was a Sharpe episode on telly a while back and it obviously stuck in Shane�s mind. I have to say I�m really enjoying the books and they�re kind of consuming my spare time. I�ve also been doing some personal writing and working on a chapter of the auto, but it isn�t finished yet. I did write a very hot little story featuring a certain soldier and a Napoleonic houseboy, but I�m afraid that one is for my boyfriends eyes only. Shane is an uncle; his brother�s partner Lorraine had a baby girl on Christmas Eve. I suppose that means that Dick is also an uncle by marriage, seeing as he�s Shane�s legally recognised partner. I�m not quite sure what I am, perhaps a very distant cousin of some kind, though probably not distant enough for Penny�s taste. She bought me a Jools Holland CD for Christmas. I can�t stand JH. Shane likes him, but I don�t and Dick only likes him if Shane glares at him hard enough. I wanted to ask her for the receipt so I could take it back and exchange it for The Stereophonics Decade In The Sun CD. Dick said it would only upset her and if it would make me happy and stop me griping he would buy me the Stereophonics. I agreed. Penny also bought me a tie. I rarely wear a fucking tie, and it�s hideous. It has a pattern that looks like blood spatter. If I wore it I�d look like I�d been shot in the chest. I kept my thoughts to myself on that, fearful in case Shane turned the impression of blood spatter into reality. He gets annoyed when I moan on. He says a gift is a gift and one ought to receive it with good grace even if one doesn�t really like it. Personally I think Christmas is a time for moaning. I bet Mary moaned when the three wise men (or the three daft dickheads as she privately called them) lumbered her with gold, frankincense and myrrh when what she really wanted was a comfy bed in a nice hotel, a bottle of champagne and a stable full of pampers disposable nappies. Enough gossip for now. |