iPods Make You Strut

Not content with all the wonderful gifts I received from my friends and family this Christmas, I have recently been out and acquired myself two more. One, a steady girlfriend (yes you are on the right blog!) and two an iPod Video!

As many of you know, Zoe and I have been seeing each other in a casual sense for a while now, don’t ask me how long, the world has passed me by recently due to everything that’s been going on. Anyhow, last week I announced that I wanted to meet her family, she’s forever visiting my humble dwelling and having to put up with my “quirky” family; so on Saturday I went over to Swallowcliffe and met the folks.

Zoe was so nervous! She must have been nervous for me because I wasn’t… I put that down to my pseudo-arrogance, “They’re bound to like me, who doesn’t?” I got on well with her brother – which is a good thing, because if I didn’t I would have been booted straight away…

So that’s that, after [insert number of years here] years of being single and happy, I’m now not single… but so far still happy :-p… the future’s bright…

Now, the iPod! Woo, the iPod. A few years back my buddy John showed me this great gizmo that he’d just purchased, “it’s an iPod dude, kind of like an MP3 player but better… made by Apple”. What?? Apple! You’re kidding? That thing is going to suck! I must say that apart from a few little quirky software things, I did like the unit but wasn’t particularly interested in buying one at the time… I was more worried about paying the rent as I was living in a huge 3 bedroom house in town with my sister, an iPod would have paid my half of the rent for a month so it wasn’t a priority.

Years passed, iPods got smaller (Shuffle and Nano), I got back on my feet (financially and mentally) and my love for music, although already huge, grew steadily. I found myself sniffing round for my next fix, new cd player here, portable minidisc player there (I’ve had three of those things now!!!) and now, after a particularly successful business month, I’ve finally bought the iPod.

Not just any iPod, oh no! I bought the 60gb Black iPod Video, direct from Apple with my name and web address engraved on the back!! Swits swoo!! It cost me ¬£299 – but you can’t put a price on perfection. The unit is beautiful! The sound quality is good through the headphones (through my home stereo it’s a little crackly at high volume) and the software is very good once you’ve gotten used to it.

So there we have it, two great reasons to smile on top of all the other good reasons I already have, the gods must be impressed with something I’ve done :-). It will be no surprise to any of you that I’ve been strutting around the house (thanks to the iPod!) and dancing in the kitchen (a habit of mine, when I’m happy I dance to whatever is playing whilst making coffee, lunch or dinner).

Off to America on Monday everyone; visiting Mr Oliver’s aunt in Arizona for about a week, then a few days in Las Vegas. My plan to get married has now been dropped due to recent circumstances; but I’ve finally decided on what I want tattooed and where, so I may still get that done.

One final note, the super-duper website that I built (which allowed me to purchase the iPod) www.pj-smoothies.co.uk has been nominated for a D & AD Design Award so well done to all involved – especially Linnie @ enotions Ltd.

Attached is the pic of my iPod… back only, we all know what the front looks like!

Much happiness to all that deserve it (and those that don’t know who they are).

The Tail of Arnold the Circus Cat

Before we begin, I should give some background info on my cat (the play-on-words in the title will become clear then)

A few years ago, whilst living in Ashford, my parents decided that they wanted another cat (I never understood why anyone would want A cat, let alone MORE THAN ONE cat!!) but anyway, we found a local cat-dispenser – friend of a friend as I recall – who provided us with a ball of ginger fluff with a bunch of razorblades at its extremities.

My mother bought into the whole “you only get ginger toms, not ginger females” wives tale so decided to change her name from Chloe (that would be a hint for me, cat IS female) to Arnold – Mother had a ginger friend called something Arnold when she was younger; and so the adventure begins: Female, Ginger Cat called Arnold… she has no chance…

The next chapter in Arnold’s life is a pretty dark one. One day we discovered that Arny wasn’t sitting properly, she had her backside up against the back of the sofa, and her bright RED tail was only being held in place by the cushion; in other words, Arny was not controlling it. The tail was bright red, where she had licked all the fur off it and left a raw, bald tail. (This looked quite freaky, as I’m sure you can imagine). We dragged the poor kitten – at this point I still had some respect and compassion for the cat – down to the vet to see what he thought.

Dr Doolittle [I don’t think that was his – or indeed her – real name] could not figure out what had happened to poor Arny but could only tell us that the tail had ‘died’ so (s)he suggested amputating the tail. The reasoning was this: if the tail had been shut in a door, there would be some ‘pinch’ marks either side of it; if the cat had been run over, the tail would be flat and Arny would have damaged claws, so this was also ruled out! So anyway, the tail came off…

So now we have a Female, Ginger, Tailless Cat called Arnold – which is obviously a boys name…

A few years later, we decided to leave Ashford (or Ashwitz as my father calls it!) and head for a very expensive bit of real estate, it was too far to bring Arny, because by this time the teasing from the other cats had driven her a little loopy, so we sent her off to stay in a retirement home… in the form of Grandma Grant’s beach house.

After a couple of years eating pilchards and salmon – I think my grandmother felt sorry for Poor Circus Arny – she completely forgot who we were, whenever we visited she would just hide or ignore us. So that was destined to be the end of our relationship… Until…

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Hippies with Camera Phones

Well well well… three holes in the ground…

It’s taken me a while to actually add this entry, simply because I’ve been away… read the date as 21st June 2005.

So Holly and I went to the solstice at Stonehenge, it was interesting, the experience could have been very special, but it was a bit of a disappointment. It wasn’t the hour (getting up at 3:30am), not the number of people (perfect time for god to send a flood!) and not necessarily the types of people. It was **drum-roll please** the combination of contradictory elements (read on for more info) and the people that did not fit in there!

Hippies with camera phones – at least two thirds of the solstice revellers had either a digital camera or camera phone and were pointing said items at the stones/sunrise. I understand that it’s an experience (in many cases, once in a lifetime) and I admit I took my camera along, but really… if you can’t afford a permanent, fixed address… how can you afford a Vodafone? If you want to distance yourselves from the “corporate whores” why pay money to one of the biggest pimps??

Another contradiction, is one that Holly took to heart, and I don’t blame her:
We were ‘all’ there to celebrate the earth and nature, so can you tell me why most of you disrespected her by leaving your White Lightening bottles and Stella cans all over the floor?? How would you like it if Gaia took all of her rubbish and dumped it in the middle of one of your Night-clubs? Or maybe she decided to bring her rubbish to Stonehenge so us enlightened ones could tell that our mission of cleansing her home was far from over… food for thought.

People that don’t belong:
It’s not for me to say who should attend the solstice and who shouldn’t but, the folks who are likely to read this will know what I mean, those same people would be welcome at my own personal solstice party. So who wouldn’t? Well one person we saw… Hol’s you remember the woman in the pink Von Dutch hat? And the others in their Burberry scarves and wraps? And finally all of you suckers that turned up to Stonehenge on (possibly) it’s most important day in the calendar, simply so you could indulge in under-age drinking and the act of dope-smoking-in-front-of-cops. There is a much more spiritual meaning to the event.

Don’t get me wrong, smoke your herbs, munch your ‘shrooms and drink your beer; just don’t do it just because you can. That sucks. And you foolish, evil people that feel the need to dangle your cameras and Boom Mics right in front of the bloody sunrise, thus destroying every other person’s photographs.

Another long entry and/or rant to follow soon… along with the addition of photographs to this blog (look out, see if you can spot the damned Boom Mic!!)