Out for a bit

Well the big trip is practically upon me, so things will be a bit quiet around here for the next 10 days or so. I’ll be updating soon, hopefully with lots of engaging tales about the great open road and drunken bravado and other such outgoing things.

Things kick off tomorrow with the ferry to England, then a Jools Holland concert on Saturday (thanks Debs) followed by the the big trip, bright and early Monday morning.

See y’all soon.

Well here’s something to do

I got tagged. It’s true. I’m actually secretly flattered, because it’s my first run out in being tagged. But thanks to Sasha for being curious.

But of course that means I now have to go ahead and post a bunch of stuff for the whole world to see. Geez. Especially as you stole a bunch of ones I would use. So as I see it, I need to think of 8 things.

So… my Ideal Guy is… wait, hang on a sec. Something’s not right. Start again.

My ideal woman is:

Looks:

This is easy, and covers the first 3. The only things that are requirements on the aesthetics front are:

• Good tummy : a flat tummy, I’m not sure why, but there’s just something very sexy about it. Very stroke-able.
• Good hair : I’m not making a distinction between long and short (though I admit the longer, the better) – if it’s clean, shiny and taken care of then it’ll do for me. I love to play with hair!
• Nice hands with good fingernails : I don’t like full on talons, but nicely manicured fingernails say many things about their owner. And they’re very useful for massages. And holding.

Everything else:

• She’s genuine : I hate fake people. I can see through fake people. If she’s herself, whomever that is, that’s much better than someone pretending to be someone they’re not. She loves what she does and she’s passionate about it. If she doesn’t know about something, she says so, and wants to be told about it.
• She’s not stupid : I’m not saying she needs to be a member of Mensa, but I’m inflicted with some intelligence, so I need someone who’s able to at least keep me on my toes
• She’s independent : But she’s needs some protection now and then. Simple enough!
• She’s not a girlie-girl : She pays attention to herself, but she doesn’t scream “Oh my God!!!” and hug everyone just because she has a cup of tea. She’s outgoing and isn’t afraid of getting wet. If she surfs then perfect. But if she doesn’t but she’s up for trying it, then even better. And she isn’t scared of the back of a motorcycle. She’d rather sleep in a tent in the middle of the Lakes than an expensive hotel with room-service.
• She needs to put up with me : Purely selfish this, but I’m a moody and stubborn old git and she needs to take me as I am and forgive me when I’m having a bad day. I’m incredibly independent, but also unnecessarily jealous. Deal with that and we’re made.

Dammit, now I need to tag some peeps. This is embarassing, because I know so few people in the blogosphere. I tend to live in the real world a lot.

But anyway, here you go, get on it:

Aaron, Sam, Donna, Debs. I’m sure I know a bunch more people who actually maintain websites, but that’ll do for now.

Bless him

Me ol’ mucker Al (BGA to those in the know) is showing his prowess as on overpaid teacher by creating a pointless website about a little trippy he and I have planned to celebrate his officially being as old as I am. But then most websites are pointless (this one notwithstanding) so I figure I can link him in and you can enjoy some HTML-goodness. Oh and read about the plain insanity that is our trip from Southampton to Santander on motorbikes in 26 hours (not using the ferry, smartarse).

Clicky clicky.

Oh, and to add a little context, here’s a trendy little graphic I knocked up.

The key to a horrific weekend

It actually took me a long time to think of a title to this post. There are many aspects to this post… positive, negative… the works. I’ll tell the story.

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Concussions, liberation and a few beers

Are my excuses for being a bit sporadic in the last few days. Thursday evening I had an unplanned encounter between my head and the bottom of Vazon Bay, after misjudging the depth of the water and a bail out off the board, needless to say, my head was a little sore after that (and a ridiculous carpet-burn-looking graze on my head and a big hole on the bottom of my board to prove it). I had a guest over the weekend, and then yesterday was Liberation Day here in the Channel Islands. So needless to say, I’ve been a bit preoccupied with other things.

6 weeks…

Still going

Over a month and counting…

Yep, I’ve been a non-smoker for over a month. In that time, I’ve had one indiscretion, but other than that, I’m basically free from it. It’s difficult – I’m in that limbo zone where I don’t smoke, I don’t want to smoke, but for some reason my mind is convinced that I could/should have just one cigarette. And I actually think I could have one and it’d be OK. But that’s sort of not really the point.. the point is I don’t smoke anymore… so I shouldn’t “just have one”.

I have a horrible feeling that this phase is going to be a while to get over.