Get up,
Go to work,
Get home,
Spend a few hours doing stuff,
Go to bed.

At the moment my day works more like this:

Get up,
Spend a few hours doing stuff,
Go to work,
Get home,
Go to bed.

Today in my "doing stuff" I decided to give my car a clean. (!!) Cleaned out the inside, washed down the outside. Started giving it a wax but got bored. On the other hand I now know what kids are for. "Here's a fiver, go clean the car. And don't forget to wax!!" As long as you breed them tall enough to reach the roof!!

And now I've got that off my chest I can go get a few hours kip before I go see the doctor.

*For those of a nervous dispostition I should point out that at no time was there actual blood involved with either the bendy-buses or the drunks. Just incase you were worried that there might have been, what the police call, "an incident.

Of course you do dearie and I would write more but I'm off to work. Or I would be if it wasn't for the fact that I'm so work-shy!!! :p

Speaking of which, it's surprisenly busy on Piccadilly at two in the morning... though I should appologise to the two people who were sent not quite the right way to Victoria Station. We didn't know the way then and so guessed!!

For those who might be interested (I suppose there might be some) we were talking about at what point in your life you switch from being a boy/girl into a man/woman?? Is there a point??

I know that there are some terms such as boy/girlfriend that you would always say, opposed to wo/manfriend, but at the same time once you hit pensioner years you are very rarely refered to in terms that remind people of little ones in long socks and shorts!!

Maybe there is a certain event after which one should be refered to in more mature terms... being married, kids, own house maybe?? Most "boys" aren't aged thirty-five and own their own house after all!!

I like to think that it's more a state of mind, you are as young as you feel that is. There will always be a part of me that is only aged eleven, that loves kicking piles of leaves, eating jelly and building sandcastles. Where a good day is one that involves icecream (make mine a '99) and maybe even a hotdog!!

Mmmmmm, hotdogs.....

Miss Tickle - for a real person it takes about eighteen months to do an MPhil, so graduating in two years, though in my case there were special circumstances including submitting OVER TWO YEARS ago. However, as anyone who has ever read Piled High and Deeper will know, graduating is not the goal of doing any sort of postgraduate work (Ohhh, now I tell you).

Suppose I had better make this a good one then.....

Now that I'm graduating the question of what I want to do with my life is going to be raising it's head (on the other hand I've managed to write that sentance without looking at the keyboard). This is a slightly important question for any number of reasons, including the one that I shall soon be looking at the "Big Three Oh" in the face and quite frankly, it's about time that I should at least make a start at sorting things out.

Thing is, I don't know what I want to do...

Or where I want to do it...

And these are the slightly problamatic problems.

You see, if I knew what I wanted to do I could look at places where I can do whatever that was. It would give me a starting point to setting my life on this grand adventure.

Alternatively, if I knew that there was a specific place that I wanted to live, I could use that as a starting place and see what there was available at that place. But apart from not being in the middle of a large city (such as London/Birmingham/Toronto/New York) I'm not that fussed.

I shall have to decide something at some point... but I don't graduate until July, so maybe then....

Oh, it's tomorrow. A post on a different day.

If anyone is interested I shall be graduating (yes, really) Thursday morning on July 17th with all the engineers. I mention this because my parents are flying out to South America on that day and subequently are unable to come. :o(

You know, I really don't want to do my viva tomorrow, but alas the university has apparently insisted that I pass and finish my degree before allowing me to graduate, and this means I have to do another viva.

Now my last one didn't go very well. Which is putting it mildly really. When you start stammering and get 50/50 questions wrong you know that it's just not your day.

Hopefully it'll be a lot better this time round. Having already done one I'll have an idea what's about to happen. I'm better prepared and I have got lots of answers for possible questions (please let them ask those questions) which'll hopefully fill up the allotted time. However long that is.

But if anyone has a few spare minutes free, around ten in the morning and would like to remember me in a prayer or something I wouldn't be adverse to that. I'm looking at it this way, I need as much help as possible and every little helps.

This is from the latest album (Lost Highway), which I've had for several months, and I love the general upbeat nature of this track (Summertime) in particular. The bit I especially love is the "how to stay happy" part. The "not giving up." There are times when we all need such things, some more often than most.

I keep a postcard in the back of my mind,
Of white sand, sunshine,
And you shining like a brand new dime,
That's keeping me from giving up,
Thinking that I've had enough.

I'm off to buy some more milk then it's back to the writing perfect answers to potential viva questions. On the other hand, I've been told that it should all be over by noon Friday.