Well, the cold’s no better. I’m having hot and cold flushes, a nose which is running a marathon, a cough and a headache.

I just hope I feel better by the morning otherwise I’ll have a second day off work.

Over the last few days I’ve been fighting off a cold again and failing dismally.

I was off work yesterday with it after spending Thursday night repeatedly falling aleep and then almost immediately waking up choking on goo. At least last night I was able to get a half decent night’s sleep.

I’m still feeling tired and a tad shakey. However, seeing as the cold has got to the nose it’s over its worst part. I merely have the snotty stage now. 🙂

Of course, it came on at just the wrong time. I was planning on going to meet people in Guildford last night but was in no fit state to do so. I just hope I’m fit enough to go out on Monday evening to go to the cinema with Grim and Holly.

I’ve just heard from my old friend Rob Newson that his mum died a couple of weeks ago from complications after her gall bladder duct became blocked.

I do hope Rob’ll be OK. He’s now stuck in the house he grew up in alone since his dad passed away ten years ago. He’s also having to sort out her affairs and everything and that can’t be helping.

Well, have a look here for details.

(Note: This is hosted on my home machine over an ADSL line, so the maximum total bandwidth is about 25Kbytes per second, so be gentle with it…)

It’s one week ’til John’s stag day and my preparations are generally on track.

Today’s item ticked off the list is getting a more suitable camera to take on such an event.
Camera meanderings…

Well, I think it’s morning.

After a night’s fitful sleep I feel worse than I did when I went to bed.

I just hope I can function through the rest of the day.

One important thing I mustn’t do… get behind the keyboard of a root shell.

Well, if you look here you will see the current state of play on the new Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy film. (It’s been referred to on Slashdot.)

Does it seem to you that the casting is just a tad wierd? I mean, a rapper Ford Prefect and a migdget Marvin. It’s giving me all the bad vibes Hollywood adaptions usually have. I wonder what other characters they’re going to mis-cast and how much they’ve changed the whole story since Douglas Adams passed away.

Alec has just remarked on Bullet that he’s missing the three per hour postings to his friends’ journals.

Could it be that LJ has lost its glamour (a magic spell used by witches to make themselves or other things look more attractive than they are) or is just no-longer cool because it’s out of fashion or maybe even *shock* *horror* not exclusive?

The other theory put forward is that many of those posts were cries of pain and that either the people involved have moved on and don’t feel the same traumas or they have decided not to air their grief in public fora.

Myself, I lean towards the idea that blogging is becoming passé and yesterday’s thing. No doubt there is a part of the latter as people change and so do their lives and priorities. Life *IS* change.

So, for all those LJ users who have stopped blogging or stopped being so personal in their blogs I wish them well. And for all those who have got bored with the whole on-line journal thing, I say, farewell. It’s merely indicative of the blog reaching maturity and hence no-longer being fashionable or exclusive.

C’est la vie.

Well, actually, it’s more dead tired.

Not only did the party take it out of me but that was really just the straw which broke the camel’s back. During last week I had been not sleeping too well, then on Friday night I didn’t bother going to bed ’til 1am as I’d only got in from work at 9pm. In other words, it’s all caught up with me.

Hopefully, this will be the shock which brings my sleep patterns in line so I can get a decent rest again.

Anyway, as far as other things are concerned…

Saturday daytime was spent mostly failing to find a new coat and a new pair of trousers.

On the coat front I couldn’t find anything which met my three functional specifications. ie. Waterproof, enough pockets which are large enough to hold my stuff, including cheque book, looked decent.

Now, I could generally find items which matched two of the three categories but none which met all three. The coats were either not waterproof but had the right sort and number of pockets and looked OK or they were waterproof and looked ok but had almost useless pockets.

It’s obvious that clothing isn’t made with enough thought these days.

As for the trousers, well, I could find lots of decent ones, the problem was that I could only find two pairs in my size and they weren’t in the colours I was looking for. It seems that 30″ waist and 30″ leg is either something they don’t stock a great number of or they’re all bought very quickly. I would think the former is the case. It was not so much the leg length which was the problem, merely the waist. Obviously, in these days of rapidly increating average girth, 30″ is being catered for less and less. Maybe I should just get fat so as to fit the shops’ sizes?

Last night I went to an anti-Valentine’s/engagement party at John and Katie’s.

I got home at about 3am.

Today I feel awful from sleep deprevation. I even fell asleep and missed the last part of Time Team.

I need sleep. Good night.