※SpinalGap24 ※

I learnt today that 1-in-5 people using the internet, do so with the radio on, (seperately)...and that would include me.
I would have thought it was higher than that actually...wouldn't you?
The internet is full of scope, though a touch lifeless sometimes, (but becoming more personal recently, on a positive note, as opposed to hitherto impersonal computers)...and the radio is a perfect accompaniment...as is tea...it all goes together, routinely for me, the only detail being which station. Though I do also have music too...
For now, it's BBC Radio Norfolk, with the Norwich City report...(they won 2-0 tonight!).

Has anyone seen the Japanese housewife's dream invention, of a smallish cubicle which can be fitted, tastefully, in the main room of a home, fitting all of the man's 'rubbish toys' such as PC, papers, hifi, games etc), and thus leaving the home uncluttered with HIS crap. It is also soundproof and can host up to 5 of HIS friends, complete with fridge and beer compartment! It is surely a sad answer steming from division, but may also be a saving grace too?
Maybe.

Another interesting thing....when I do my cycle therapy, I have worn various t-shirt's, but the different reactions I've had from the Italian t-shirt, (white with blue lettering), and the Deutschland t-shirt, (white with black), is amazing. The Italian t-shirt has been greeted with warmth, smiles and general happiness...but the Deutschland one, which is actually cooler in my opinion, has had a 'stand firm' attitude from fellow cyclists and walkers. Well...it's still me...hmm, ...don't answer that!

I've returned from l'hopital and heeded a friend's email advice...that is to stay away from my beloved salami. I refrained from buying any...so thank you last week for that...your words have helped change a small part of my diet, thus protecting my heart.

Now, I must tackle this 'outbreak' of red ants attacking my keyboard, ...where did they all come from??
今、眠たい。。。おやすみなさい。

Music: High Contrast: Remember When
Tosca feat. Anna Clementi: Oscar
Gorillaz: Don't Get Lost in Heaven

Music: Massive Attack: Risingson
Book: Toyohiko Kagawa: Songs from the Slums

You came with your partner in late snows,
To discover the offerings of our table,
Shyly you did scuttle,
by side fence and path,
but recently your visits have increased,
as your partner has ceased
being anymore than a glorious memory,
and for you I offer food a plenty

you're up, you're down,
we're sick, we're proud,
you're here, you're there,
we're lost, you're found,
you're hot, I'm cold...
I was dreaming, I'm awakening...

...to a gorgeous sunrise, full of reds, yellows, oranges and that taboo word, magenta, over Norfolk reedbeds, bus-free-car-free-bus-lanes tempting us, ever more..
cars before us,
and ever later am I
sure this is the only way to go.

Right! Now, I'm awake...

Last night, my student seemed to want a 'man's talk' over my home-made lasagne.
Well, last week he told me he was a happy virgin, but last night he told me how well he can 'keep it up' and usually scores '7shots' most nights. Huh? Bit of egoism there, with that turnaround in one week.
Either that, or Norwich has a lot going on these days!
But he is looking bloody knackered every morning, and his lethargy, tomcatface, and eating habits have changed considerably in one week, (and his cheese craving has, at last, subsided), confirming a changed lifestyle, if not a changed 'man'.
I've now hidden my waffles and cheez-whiz in my garage.
How many of you have hidden food?
I've just admitted it, so you can too!!

Music: Gorillaz: Dare
Bauhaus: Double Dare
999: Emergency
+Buzzcocks: Sixteen Again...

Feeling like I’m almost sixteen again
Layin’ ’round doing nothing like all my friends
Play it cool don’t get angry count up to ten
Just like I was sixteen again

Everybody gets the lowdown right from the start
Everybody gets the showdown right from the heart
But that’s all that’s on the menu and life’s a la carte
I don’t know

Things in life are not played for keeps
If it makes you happy it’ll make you weep
And if you want some more practical advice
If you can’t think once then don’t think twice
Cos things won’t seem so nice
You’ll wish you were sixteen again
Oh no

Feeling rather strange when you’re sixteen again
Things don’t seem the same the past is so plain
This future is our future this time’s not a game
This time you’re sixteen again

Always on your own when there’s nobody else
Asking myself would I be someone else
But after all life’s only death’s recompense
I don’t know

Things in life are not played for keeps
If it makes you happy it’ll make you weep
And if you want some more practical advice
If you can’t think once then don’t think twice
Cos things won’t seem so nice
You’ll wish you were sixteen again
Oh no

Look at me here I am for your eyes
Mirrored proof of what you recognize
I know I never will feel quite like you
And I know you won’t treat me right till I do
But at least we’ll know it’s true
That we’re sixteen again
Oh no

Feeling rather strange when you’re sixteen again
Things don’t seem the same the past is so plain
This future is our future this time’s not a game
This time you’re sixteen again

Always on your own when there’s nobody else
Asking myself would I be someone else
But after all life’s only death’s recompense
I don’t know

Look at me here I am for your eyes
Mirrored proof of love’s suicide
I know I never will feel quite like you
And I know you won’t treat me right till I do
But at least we’ll know it’s true
That we’re sixteen again
Oh no

Sixteen again
Sixteen again