OK, What in tarnation can I say? "Anticipation", "thinking ahead", an ability only humans possess some say. How far does this go though? If each time one has to think of the worst possible ending of a situation, which is failure -or death, which might turn out to not be so bad after all- then why would one start anything at all? If you're going to fail anyway, then why do it? It would be much easier to do something else, but oh wait I forgot, you're going to fail that as well! I mean, I should have inscribed into Translation, a course which requires an entrance exam, because I should have known I would not pass the exams I hadn't even done yet? So, I should have anticipated a catastrophic failure and inscribed into Translation, which I will no doubt fail as well, so I should go into languages, but since that will also come to nothing what the heck am I supposed to do? It's too late to inscribe into anything now, but somehow everyone quietly agrees that I haven't got into Bern. Isn't having a supportive family nice? The results haven't even come through yet, although admittedly the chances of having got in are pretty slim.
That's the end of that. I see my cousins are arriving. This is a rant, don't take it too seriously.

I can only say ONE thing: ewwwwwwwww. CSI Las Vegas. They were talkin' bout sex change operations and well no I won't quote, but what I don't get is why does a guy who had a sex change needs pads? Anyway... Funny quote from some woman from the crime lab: "I heard this story about a guy who had a sex change because he was obsessed with this lesbian who was really a man! (Awkward silence) Over-shared..." Oh, right "faking it". I'm referring to the text written in yellow. "It's like the Guiterman poem: Amoebas at the start were not complex; But then they tore themselves apart and started sex."

The new LCD TV, the HDD/DVD player/writer and tape recorder. Pretty, eh?

England. England! What can be said about England? It's an over-populated (mostly by morons or Peasants as Grandpa and most of the Hancocks would say) island with terrible weather (even worse this year than previous years) made worse by global warming and pollution. It seems as though the UK were situated under a permanent Low Pressure area.
Doncaster: city with mostly shady areas and some nice countryside.
Bessacarr: a mostly none-shady part of Doncaster, but it depends were you go...
Warning to anyone who wants to visit Donny (at night): don't turn right down Thorne Road and whatever you do, don't go down Market Road!!! Don't park in Christ Church Road at night unless you want unsolicited "passengers". Stay away from the dodgy area behind the market.
What is there to do in Donny: Visit The Dome, there's a swimming pool in it (if I remember correctly), sometimes stage productions / concerts and possibly a cinema. There's a paintball place, archery, rock climbing (in The Dome) and how the heck should I know?! Look under http://www.visitdoncaster.co.uk/ or something!

The trip back: took quite some time. Left at 03:05 AM and arrived here at 18:32, so 14 hrs 27 (because it's an hour later here, so you loose 1 hr when you take the ferry from the UK to France.) Stopped about 5 times. The traffic was OK, so basically just sailed through.
Had a series of bizarre dreams: Dreamt that Dit (ex-youth worker) and some other people from church were going to go on a boat trip on the Camargue. Anyway D had decided to take his "new" girlfriend, instead of Ted (guy who goes to church, organizes stuff for kids including the boat trip and well erm... can be a bit... sarcastic in real life as well as in the dream). That broke Ted's heart and everyone was going on about how bad D had behaved. It was quite funny actually... Well at least sort of. Can't really remember the others. They were too weird and I was woken before I could "fixate" them ie go through them again as to remember them later.

For Rhubarb + Raspberry: It was annoying that we only spend two bloody days together! You better have had a blast in Portsmouth! 'Cos it was no walk in the park being in Bessacarr. You didn't see the new LCD TV or the HD/DVD reader/writer so I'll post the photo once I've got them on here from the camera. It was a screwed up summer (in fact year). It was cold, raining, areas were flooded, Grandpa still won't accept Social Services in from a private company called "Poppies". Granny in the mean time still goes and takes stuff surreptitiously out of the pantry.
Anyway went out with Peter, Ruth and Ben the last day. It was good, but really LOUD and crowded.

Home: found 3 dead bats in the house. One was on the stairs, one in the bath and the last one was attached to the curtains. In fact I found another one by the fireplace, but haven't buried it yet. So in fact there were FOUR dead bats in here. How the heck they got in here, is anyone's guess... The fireplace is sealed, so no they didn't come from there. It's bloody hot here. Supposed to turn bad Tuesday though...

Nice meeting you and maybe slightly better timing would help.

ENGLAND, HERE WE COME!!!

OMG, was reading the word "carbs" and some person from "Waking the dead" said Something Carb!