I am currently going through this blog eliminating a lot of old entries. Mainly ones that contain broken links, some that allude too directly to work, and others that are just, well, far too current, then, like who United got drawn in the Cup or whatever...
I have got as far as the summer of 2004. Yeah, I know, long way to go yet. Trouble is, I keep getitng distracted and reading the actual blog entries. This was back in the days when people would leave comments. Actually, I'm being unfair then, but often quite trivial entries attracted eight or twelve comments.
I was reading about the Olympics, and thinking, they're about due now, aren't they, I wonder where they are. Then I decided it was time to beat myself over the head with a wet fish, because, duh, the torch relay, and protests against China's brutality in Tibet have been somewhat in the news recently. It's funny, I consume news voraciously, but you'd never guess it from the blog.
Also quite a few posts about Waking the Dead and the scrumptiousness of Trevor Eve, tempered by my desire that he would be even more scrumptious without the beard. And, oh my god, it's back on the telly tonight, how excited am I? A proper new series, too, which surprises me because I thought the Beeb had run out of new series until Autumn. If the trailers and the pictures in the Radio Times are anything to go by, it looks like he's shaved off the beard. And, you know, in the intervening nearly four years, I have learned to like, or maybe even love, beards.
Jimmy's apologising because he wants to watch the Chelsea match, so I'm explaining to him the concept of modern technology where one can watch one programme and record another. He has conceded that modern technology has its uses. Perhaps because I have been sending texts (or faxes as he calls them) to Barbados with details of a telephone number in Jamaica I got off the internet. He's coming over to the view that modern technology has its uses.
