Haloween

Damn, already three weeks - I've been working too hard lately and deserve a break.

Anyway, my History Matters contribution:


Okay, so attempt number two at writing my diary on:

Tuesday the 31st of October, the year of Our Lord 2006, ten past ten o'clock. ish.

My first attempt, it must be said, was so nearly complete. All that was required was for myself to sign off and there it was, the masterpiece that everyperson is capable of writing. Alas, IE just dissapeared after an inexplicable key press - denied!

So I shall attempt to recreate my thoughts of but ten minutes ago, in an effort that surely drove Gogol to the edge.

I started off with the vacuous statement that I shall write about my day from the current moment back to emerging from the pea-souper that was my shower this morning - in reverse. So here goes:


As I sit on my comfortable Ikea sofa dressed in shorts and an old ripped but resown t-shirt halfway through a bottle of French red. I've glanced at the half-phase moon from the corner of my eye. It illuminates the surrounding cloud cover in a brilliant cerulean/silver most enigmatic. It causes me to reflect on life - I struggle and limit it to merely the day, as is surely the healthy option.
Specifically my recent attempts at recycling - I like to think I'm getting pretty good, paper in that one, green glass there, plastics in the frying pan. All that stuff. I've even got a Recycling Wheel that tells me where to put everything. We should really take a look at our habits in this respect, there is so much we can do and theres no better place to start than with yourself! There's absolutely no reason to use the 'But the Yanks and Chinese aren't so why should I?' excuse, in fact its a disgrace. It may be true though, but as I always learnt as a child 'actions speak louder than words'.

For real.

So, I spent the working hours at Leicester Mercury office clearing up post WAN Audit loose ends. Our WAN Review Executive Summary received a good response from the I.T. Director, so it's looking good for a fat contract!

I missed my train this morning and was obliged to wait an hour until the next trundled in; for once it was no fault of my own! I left my flat bang on schedule to saunter down to the station this morning, but stopped in my tracks when I heard 'Oi! What time do you call this Georgeson!' (It was 9am) I turned to see my boss (and landlord) Steve, come to pick up his car from the flat. Parking lot. A lift was offered, duly accepted and we were sat in said warm Audi, engine running pulled upto the gates when it dawned on my boss that he had neglected to bring the gate keys with him! A short jog to the site office for assistance proved fruitful (due to it being closed on Tuesdays) so I opted to walk as originally planned, fatally 5 minutes behind schedule. (I always time my movements to maximise lazing around at home)

The early rise from slumber has been hindered of late by the onset of winter conditions. I shouldn't complain; I'm a healthy lad with some wit to my name and all that, but its so damn cold of a morning nowadays!



Right, that covered about most of my original epic; I'm now off to drain the last of the red and play guitar.


Good wishes to anybody who read this -


Peace

Ashley Georgeson

Age 24

Nottingham, UK.