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The dumptruck moanyscrote blues

You know what I find bloody annoying? (Apart from Lily Allen, Ricky Gervais, avocados that for some reason don't want to ripen, and, umm, a significant proportion of humanity, obviously.)

I will tell you.

Being stupidly tired when there is no chance of getting any rest/sleep, and then having insomnia  or not being able to sleep at the times when I do have the opportunity to rest is what I find Bloody Annoying. It fucks me off!

I have massive eyebags (and I mean massive), I feel run down, my skin looks like shite, and I hardly ever want to do anything because I never seem to have the energy. The other day, while out with Mrs Timbo, I was quite literally The Crabbiest Person In The World Ever, and seemed to semi-regress to a childlike state of tantrums and sulks outside (and inside)  Homebase. Maybe that's just the effect Homebase has on me? Whatever, it was rubbish. So! All of this horrible nonsense at the same time as having LOADS TO DO. I need to sort out the new gaff, ebay all our old possessions to buggery, watch Lost (!) and have an actual real-life enjoyable (shock! gasp!) life with my girlfriend! This must all be achieved in the meagre sliver of time I am permitted away from work. Can't I swap the two around, and get a meagre sliver of time at work instead? That would be far more suitable.

I think I just need a holiday. Or a fortnight off. Or a run of early nights. And some exercise.

You see what's happening here? I'm creating lists! And my deodorant is rubbish. Somebody invent some decent deodorant that doesn't make your shirt armpits go crusty and that actually has some effect against sweat!

Good things are happening though. I know I moan, but that's just my nature. I mean, we have an ace new home, it's nearly summer, we're going on holiday next month, I'm taking photos again, and look! I'm blogging again!

I must be fucking ill.

I no lie!

Told you I'd be back.

(Burning question No.1: Does this count as a post?)

Shout out

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/apr/07/zimbabwe1

And the international community stood idly by...

At least the common man can focus on an (apparently) unextinguishable flame in order to make his feelings known about another oppressive regime. What can he do about Zimbabwe?

Nb. Back soon, with pictures.

The pushy rabbit

My screen has a blob on it (sigh). But happy new year all the same!

I hope you're all well and festive and copiously fuckered, depending on your individual personal taste. The royal and plural 'we' are rather the worse for wear having been stricken down by every fricking illness going, all at the same time too, at the exact time of the year where being really fucking ill tends to throw a big soggy towel over your whole party. You name it we've had it. We've probably still got it actually so I wouldn't get too near if I were you. You might catch something nasty.

I'm not hanging around for long as I've still got Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid, Bonnie & Clyde and in all probability Mary Poppins to watch. It is a busy time.

But as tis the season for giving, saying the word 'tis' and all that crap here's a widget thingy with which to watch Radiohead's New Year's Day webcast. We are not sad at all and so stayed in and watched the thing on the computer at the time (ie. midnight, January 1st 2008). So yeah, whatever, enjoy.

I love you all.

(Nb. Some of the stuff on the widget doesn't seem to work. Most of it does though so if you have any problems or complaints about it please don't come running to me. I didn't make it, it's not my fault, etc. The whole webcast is on YouTube too, but even that cuts off after 26 minutes so god knows what's going on, because I don't.)

Bucking hell

This has kept me amused all week and will probably do so for the next fortnight as well. The soundtrack is amazing!

Yes, I'm easily pleased.

And this is what has caused me to want to drag young Buck out of the obscurity of my early 80's memories and into my super tendy Brightonian living space (not 'room', 'space'... pay attention please; I'm at the cutting edge me). The bit of the flat that still has an okay ceiling.

South Park rules.

I once owned a die-cast model of Buck's super cool spaceship. It had moving bits and buttons and stuff. I frigging loved it. God knows where it is now though. At the bottom of a landfill somewhere in Lowestoft probably, which is really rather depressing when you think about it.

I spoke to Steven Berkoff on the phone today and he was very nice. It wasn't a personal call, and no, he didn't offer me a role in his latest play. Anyway, who knew he was 70 (blimey!) and that he was in A Clockwork Orange? I know! I didn't have a clue! I only remember him being scary in Beverly Hills Cop and that's easily good enough for me. I mean, who needs Kubrick when you can have Eddie Murphy?

Err.

eek!

So this is what it feels like to, you know, do stuff again.

I may start writing soon though, which might put a stop to that. Or maybe I'm just being cynical.

Oh yes, and the bathroom ceiling fell down.

Same old, same old.

Deary me

I am quite tired, as always. So now you know.
Also, the capital of North Korea is Pyongyang.
And we may have buried treasure right in our flat! Under the floor, yes, but technically that is still in the flat. Getting permission to dig it up; now that is going to be the hard part.
And before anyone kicks off, I may not be writing, you know, anything, but I am taking pictures, so I'm not entirely lazy in the strict sense of the word. If you want to use the loose sense then that's fine and hey, you've got me there. Bollocks.

I need to read some books (ie. more than none) and embark on a relentless pursuit of elongating my sentences, in the vain and hope that some poor fool might get totally the wrong end of the stick and consider me even slightly more intelligent than a bean.

That was a start.

And a big hello to all the fools out there!

Zoom in, zoom out

My head just emptied of anything to say. How annoying.

Time for a list cum summary. A means of emptying my head-shaped digest while the banshees wail out the front. Somebody get me a pitchfork and some mace.

• Grandparents are great, and 60 years is some benchmark.
• Cameras are complicated, but where once I was scared and ran away, now I am brave and tackle them head on. And buy lens things on ebay.
• It is terribly important to make time for 'me time'. Without this illness will surely follow. And it has followed.
• The rabbit lives to eat another day.
• I need to speak to a hairdresser and discover ways and means with which to make my locks even brighter than they are for next to no money. It must be do-able. It must be.
• Facebook has interconnected me with the burbling remnants of my lesser childhood and somehow this pleases me. I thought I would be horrified and try and shut it out, but it doesn't seem quite as bad as I thought it would be. Or maybe I'm just going senile. It's a bit like a school reunion, but without having to go, and without the twats.
• You can never have enough Chinese takeaways.
• You will never have enough money.
• Enough is enough.

Charlotte and myself have been together 6 years today. She's celebrating with a bout of tonsilitis and I've got a heap of mini chocolate eclairs. Oh life is good!

I love you my darling baby.
You light up my world.
x

The shiznit

Below is a little mosaic thing that I whacked together using a tool from bighugelabs.com. Very fancy. Anyway, these are my favourite pics by me, and in no way have anything to do with 'beautiful bumhole pics', for which this site is the 11th highest googlehit in the whole wide world. A depressingly weird statistic. In fact it's rather worrying how many people get to my blog by looking for anything to do with the word 'bumhole' at all. I wish I'd never typed the word bumhole in the first place. Bloody bumhole bollocks.

See what I did there? Very derivative, I know. I'm a terrible person.

The Daily Grind Blog: Day 3

I am going to start dedicating myself to my Flickr account, or to be more specific, to my camera. I'm getting a vast amount of pleasure out of taking and editing pictures - far more pleasure than I get from most things - and seeing as this is 'a good thing' then I shall try and do it more.

I'm not hugely skilled, don't know how to work everything on the camera yet and don't know much of anything about photography if truth be told, but I'm enthusiastic, vaguely artistic, and will learn what I need to do as time goes on. Time will also allow me to buy useful things like tripods, extra lenses and the like, and with any luck I might even get quite good at it.

So Timbofoto may be getting some extra miles, or it may end up spliced into this page, or it may just become one big Flickr page to save me time.

In other news, I was supposed to get up early this morning to go and do something, but at half eight I was very tired, had the option of staying in bed, and took it. And before anyone starts moaning about what a dozy layabout I am (and I am) you can hold it right there; I'm on holiday, and when one is on holiday one can stay in bed if one bloody well pleases.

Also, I'm not sure if this daily blogging thing is much fun. I never used to keep a diary when I was a child and I think I'm beginning to remember why. Firstly, it feels like a bit of a chore, and secondly, it's not really that interesting. Unless there is loads of stupidly fascinating stuff happening in your life (which isn't the case with moi at the moment) it's a bit of a needless rundown of assorted boring shit that no one else other than me should be made to suffer. I mean, who really wants to know all about how I cleaned the kitchen? Anyone? No? Didn't think so.

Therefore, I shall return to blogging normality with immediate effect.

Oh and here's the barnet, as requested (with some hairy armage for good measure):

Ps. I am the head judge for this weeks Post of the Week, so please head on down there and nominate your favourite post from the last seven days. And please, give me something good to read.