Sorry I've not been posting. I haven't been able to find the enthusiasm, and am also conscious of the fact that this is turning into a very boring diary of me and my illnesses. I never wanted this blog to be a diary - it was supposed to be an outlet for my various writings. I think the whole thing needs to be pulled up by its bootstraps and sorted out,
And having said that, I will now slip into diary mode for a moment (naughty!) and report that I had the blood test on Tuesday and will not get the results back until next Tuesday. I only mention this because I began talking about it in an earlier post and some of you may have been wondering what happened.
On a different topic altogether, I am selling the Kraftwerk tickets for Manchester (17 March). If anyone is interested please go along to eBay and bid. I am selling because it's not going to be realistic for me to find the money to get to Manchester and for accommodation, etc, plus all the days off work I'd need. Also, I think I could do with having the money for the tickets back as I'm still paying off my credit card having bought that Gibson Flying V.
I'll still get to see Kraftwerk in London, so all will not be lost.
posted by G L Wilson 3:40 pm
Monday, February 23, 2004
Mud's Les Gray dies at 57. The first gig I ever went to - I guess I must have been 11 as it was about 1975 or thereabouts - was the now legendary glam-rock band Mud. I'll always remember that gig as the band were excellent and most entertaining, and it was really special for me at the time because I was a big fan and here were people I'd only ever seen before on the telly on Top Of The Pops, and they were playing live in front of me.
It's so sad to hear about Les (top right) passing away. Sure, he thought he was Elvis, but he was a real trooper and was performing right up until the end. He stayed true to himself, unlike former band mate guitarist Rob Davies who went on to produce dance music records (Yuk!) and write bilge for the likes of Kylie Minogue.
I apologise once again for the lack of blog entries recently. In short, I haven't been in the mood to write anything.
I went back at work on Thursday. I had a very busy day catching up, and was tired throughout, due no doubt to my bizarre sleeping patterns whilst I was ill.
I went to the doctor's on Wednesday, primarily to get a sick note for work, but also to have him give me the once over following my recent symptons.
I still need to find out what is wrong with me as it is obvious that there's something very awry with my metabolism. I'm having what they call a "fasting blood test" next Tuesday morning - I'm not allowed to eat anything from 8:00 pm the evening before.
I don't want the blood test results to come back all clear. I want them to actually find something, then we can set about putting things right. All clear is not good because then it is a mystery as to what is wrong with me. I just know that something is not right, and I want to find out what. Inconclusive results from the blood test will tell me nothing.
posted by G L Wilson 1:09 pm
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I think that my immune system must be at a low at the moment because I've gone from one ailment to another.
Still sick, feeling fed-up and generally low. Hence no posts on here recently..
Going to the see the Doctor tomorrow morning. Hopefully that'll get a few things sorted out.
posted by G L Wilson 12:58 pm
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Still no improvement. With each passing day I wake up in the morning and feel worse, not better.
Sorry, I hope you'll forgive me if I don't write much when I'm sick.
Squeak to you all soon, I hope.
posted by G L Wilson 11:17 pm
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Still sick. Have been feeling crap all weekend, and doing not very much. Friday I watched The Goodies and American Graffiti on the DVD, yesterday I watched Donnie Darko, and today I watched lots more Goodies.
I also finished the book I was reading (The Pythons Autobiography by The Pythons), and had nothing else new to read, so I'm now re-reading The Antipope by Robert Rankin.
Mostly I'm very bored. Inbetween all the coughing, that is.
Tonight I was going to go see Die So Fluid's first London gig in AGES, but obviously I'm not well enough so I had to give it a miss. Most annoying.
I'm not even going to consider the vaguest possibilities of going to work tomorrow. I'm staying put, right here.
If anyone gets a moment, please drop me a line to help ease the boredom!
posted by G L Wilson 8:20 pm
Friday, February 06, 2004
Sorry, I've been a bit sick. Will write more at the weekend if I'm feeling better.
posted by G L Wilson 10:46 pm
I hate and LOATHE Valentine's Day (or SAINT Valentine's Day, as it more correctly should be called - obviously the original meaning has long been lost).
It's just another contrived retail-marketing non-event, designed purely to put money into the pockets of those greedy corporate bastards, and to piss off and alienate those of us who never ever get a look in.
Yeah, nobody loves me. You don't have to rub it in.
I've only ever had about three Valentine's cards in my life, and they were from my partner at the time so were hardly a big surprise. All this girlfriend/boyfriend exchanging cards/gifts is a bit naff really. Why be nice to each other because bloody Hallmark / Thorntons / Interflora / whoever say that you must (and buy our products to show it). Anyway, I thought the point was to send cards to your secret love, not to someone who you are already in a relationship with.
No, I'm not a romantic. Not when it comes to this steaming pile of turds that is (St) Valentine's Day.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! And if the girls in the office this year have a contest to see who gets the biggest and most outlandish bouquet of flowers, I shall go into the toilets and vomit.
posted by G L Wilson 11:55 am
Wow! I've just found out that there is a Goodies DVD available featuring 8 episodes (admittedly, some of which I have on VHS). So, I've nipped over to play.com to buy a copy, only to find they have it on sale for £9.99 (usually £24.99) which can't be bad at all!
Go on... treat yourselves!
posted by G L Wilson 12:48 pm
Monday, February 02, 2004
Wet and windy, arguments with cats, writing other people's songs, and a lost camera
So, it's February and the year is flitting by all too quickly already. This weekend just gone started out badly for me. Saturday, I had so many plans of things to do, but there was a bloody gale outside, and I ended up staying in all day long.
Things got off to a bad start when I had an argument with the cat and ended up chasing him out of the house. He exited the cat flap with such force that he broke the cat flap door (again). I then started feeling really guilty about being horrible to him, and ended up venturing out into the wind and rain to look for him and to bring him inside and make friends again.
The other really annoying thing that happened was that I'd lost my digital camera. I remembered that I'd downloaded photos from it on Tuesday, and that I was thinking I'd have to put it into my bag and take some pictures of the snow whilst I was out and about. After that I didn't remember seeing it at all. I couldn't find it in the house, and it wasn't in my bag. I came to the conclusion that I must have put it in my bad as intended and that it had been stolen, possibly when I was at the gym on Wednesday after work.
Apart from that Saturday was largely uneventful. I bashed away on the guitar quite a bit as I was trying to write a song. You see, someone has asked me to contribute a track to a compilation CD and they keep asking how I'm getting on. The reality is that I've not even started it yet. However, I've checked out my recording capabilities on the computer and reckon that I'll be OK to record it on there. I just need to come up with some ideas. I did stumble across a chord progression that I quite liked, then realised that it was the instrumental part at the end of the chorus of the song "Proud Mary" (by Creedence Clearwater Revival, and covered by many others). So, I sort of got sidestracked into playing that song for a while when I should have been writing something new.
(This is not an altogether uncommon phenomenon. Years back I was writing a song on the guitar, and was playing it over and over to myself, but then after a while realised that I had just written "A Forest" by The Cure. As you do.)
I repaired the broken cat flap door with superglue and set it back in place. However the wind outside was making it bang too much so I locked it, and later when the cat wanted to go outside he meowed for me to open it for him. No sooner had the cat done his business outside and come back in again, than there was a strong gust of wind which broke the cat flap again. So, now we had a great hole in the back door with the cold night air gusting in. So, thinking on my feet, I grabbed some cardboard from an Amazon parcel, some scissors and some brown tape, and I fashioned a temporary cat flap out of cardboard and taped it in place over the existing door-less cat flap. And it works surprisingly well! I was quite impressed with myself. The cat looked a bit dubious at first, but he soon got the hang of it.
Sunday was much a busier day, which was good as I hate wasting entire weekends. I went to the gym in the morning and had a good session there, then in the afternoon I went into Oxford and met Gillian, and we had lunch at Old Orleans - her treat because of it being my birthday last week (I felt guilty at not paying my share).
Afterwards the bad weather re-started. Thankfully I'd had the foresight to take my umbrella with me, so I didn't get too drenched on the journey home.
In a moment of inspiration I decided to make one last search for the camera, using my divining rods. They took my to the living room, then went haywire (caused by all the computer, technology, and so forth, most likely). Then I looked under a pile of ironing and Lo and Behold! There it was. Hurrah! And there was me thinking terrible things about the people at the gym. (Whoops!)
posted by G L Wilson 1:32 pm