Nine Feet Underground

A January date in double figures - already!   After narrowly surviving a mass DVD landslide in my office, I am in the process of selling some and giving a whole load more to whichever charity will accept them.  CDs take note! This is what happens to media that attempts to kill me, unsuccessfully.  I daren't say this too loud, as I haven't even considered the books yet. I fear they have a greater chance of success on the killing front, as opposed to DVDs and CDs, which, unless really lucky (e.g. a disc severing an artery - what are the odds?), can only expect to cause injury or maiming. I feel that this week is my first week of retirement proper, though even now I am not fully organised to enjoy.  I need to stop and spend some time thinking about what I want and what would make me happiest, apart from exacting revenge on some errant DVDs.  There's been so much to do this week and I've spent time creating the first pass at a large list of things that need doi...

What should have been seven posts has turned into one.  What's been going on? A mixture of life (me going out and doing things like meeting a friend for a walk, participating in book club, going for a curry with an old school friend, taking part in a Labour Party fund-raising quiz) and me wrestling with what to say, considering whether I want to say anything at all and generally feeling hemmed in and pointless.  Plus ça change! There has been lots of music passing through these ears this week: new stuff, old stuff, catching up on last year stuff, blah, blah, blah. Flipped from my music to BBC 6 Music whilst driving home from work and the song above was playing. One of those 'have to hear it to the end to find out who it's by and what the song is' moments.  Thought it would be nice to choose something upbeat for a change. On balance I figure this song is in tune with how I've felt for more than half this week's waking hours, so if anything can repre...