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Why Roadworks Cost So Much

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 09:26:00 +0000

Because it takes EIGHT men to dig a hole. Apparently. They stood out there like that for an hour.

Yes I am in a cranky mood today.

Already?

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 07:59:00 +0000

Ok, we're not even at Easter yet, and here we have my local paper with a full page front cover advert - book your 2010 Christmas Party!

Gah!

Coming Soon...

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:01:00 +0000

To a screen near you... Things!

Now, I'm not one to watch the various whisper-whisper-rumour sites for TV Shows and Movies that are upcoming, but every now and then I DO have a little nosey-nose to see what's out there.

The last movie I watched was Avatar, in 3D no less. James at The Diet Plate took me and Kellie out for our Xmas pressie, paying silly amounts for the funky seats with free food and drink. Still, that movie was excellent, and to be honest, I hadn't really paid any attention to the hype/nay-sayers with it coming up. I saw a trailer for Avatar when Kellie and I went out with Gemma and Pete to see Final Destination 3D (Yawn-tastic!). It looked pretty, and the blue chaps made me think of Warcraft Night Elves.

But I digress...

This evening, while the kids were ~~simmering in their own filth~~ bathing, I had a poke about online, using IMdB and YouTube to see what was coming out...

Tron Legacy
Hmmm, I thought this was originally going to be a remake of the old Tron movie we all know and love (however, I've not seen it in years, and know if I DO watch it, my Nostalgia will turn to WTF!), but after seeing this trailer, it's clearly not. I DON'T think I could watch the original and then go see the new one though... I think I'll probably cry ;)

And before you trolling trolls come out of the woodwork to whine at me, don't bother. Yes, Tron was ahead of it's time, yes it was cutting edge back then, blah blah blah... MY Blog. MY opinion. Don't like it, jog on ;)

Robin Hood
Another one that I'm not sure about. I've watched the trailer a couple of times now, but for some reason, all I can see is Ridley Scott/Russell Crowe in a different version of Gladiator. Some of the forest fight scenes from the trailer actually look like the ones out of Gladiator. I'm sure it'll be a big, sprawling epic, but will I enjoy it as much as I enjoyed Gladiator? I don't know. It's a "new take" on the Robin Hood story, so who knows.

Though the little voice in my head is just telling me it's going to be a random medieval movie using the name of Robin Hood. We'll see.

How To Train Your Dragon
OK, yes, it's a kids movie. Yes, it is - like most kids movies now - computer animated. And by Dreamworks too. However, from the trailer, it DOES look pretty entertaining. I saw it originally at the Avatar showing (I think...) and it looked good in 3D then too. Of course, even from the trailer, you can tell what will happen and how it will end. Well, I assume so, but I digress. The kids seemed very interested in it too, but then, like magpies, they like all the shiny new things ;)

Shrek Forever After
See above. Kids, computer animated, Dreamworks... But THIS is a Shrek movie, and even though the two sequels so far have been cheesy-BUT-still-enjoyable, I have no doubt this will be a good one too. Looks like they're not going to flog the dead ~~donkey~~ horse too much, and are playing the "alternate reality" card, so they can tell the same story from a different angle.

Wait, that is flogging the dead equine-type-beastie. Hmmm...

The A Team
I don't know. I just don't know. I knew they were making it, but I have avoided looking into it for the most part. Again with the nostalgia. It was great back then, but will it be the same, or will it be "Hey, let's make a random action movie, throw in random plots and explosions and all the rest of it - BUT let's use the A Team franchise" I have a nasty suspicion that's how a lot of Hollywood movies come about these days. The formula for a movie is A+B+C-D=Movie, where A is big-name actor, B is big name director, C is big money special effects, and D is plot.

Bless the remakes of the world...

Clash of the Titans
YES, I am guilty. This is one movie I HAVE been kinda sorta following a bit. You may even recall I had a whine back in December about it, and since then, a new trailer has come about. It's basically the same as the original trailer, but with a bit more in the way of "Look at our CGI" and "Here's some talky parts"

I am still struggling with the Right or Wrong of the making of this movie. I STILL love the original, and even though, yes, it IS dated, it's still an excellent movie - as a movie, and how it was technically.

Prince of Persia
Now, computer-game movies are generally a bit Hit and Miss, and by that I mean, they usually end up going straight down the flusher. Which is another reason I am worried what will happen with the World of Warcraft movie... But I digress. The Prince of Persia computer games have been around since, erm... a while. A LONG while. I suppose it was only a matter of time. On the plus side, it's getting done by Disney. And Jerry Bruckheimer is doing it, which for some is a minus point, but I tend to enjoy his movies for the Popcorn factor. Of course, I suspect a lot of the Pirates of the Caribbean team will be involved. Which probably means it will be "Pirates of the Caribbean - Set in a Desert"

Still, if it's got a good plot and decent actors - and doesn't rely on the "Ooooh purdy" factor to make it big, then it should do well. Pirates did very well, so who knows - maybe a decent Game-Turned-Movie will appear (though I DID like Tomb Raider!)

Now, other than movies, what else is there... TV Shows tend to sneak up on me, or I miss the bus completely and get in on it two or three seasons too late. Lost, CSI, House, 24 - all great, but I didn't realise as such till everyone else told me to watch them. The only exceptions have been Lie To Me and Heroes. I saw them both coming, and loved them both.

However, I'm not entirely sure there is anything on the radar that I am really looking forward to, with the exception of the new Doctor Who series, especially as no David Tennant means no Billie Piper. Holy CRAP did I get sick to the teeth of her, or people moaning about "poor Rose".

The new bloke, Matt Smith, from what I have seen online is going to do a pretty good job, and it'll be nice to get some fresh stuff flowing. Or, as fresh as you can get it.

Feel free to voice your thoughts and opinions on the movies, suggest others (especially if they are remakes of old stuff!) and let me know of any TV shows that might pique my interests!

PS: They're making a Marvin the Martian movie... Bet they screw that up too...

The Things She Says #1

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:17:00 +0000

Taking a leaf from Mr Shiny Demon, I've decided to start posting the "interesting" things that Miss Kellie comes out with. See, usually we can sit and have a grown up discussion about whatever subject rolls around. Sometimes we can take the proverbial piss out of one another. And other times... well, other times the conversation rolls straight around to "Sorry dear... What?"

The scene... A Colourblind Me fancied a banana. However, being, you know, colourblind, I wasn't sure if the bananas she had just bought were ripe (yellow) or unripe (green).

Me: What colour are the bananas honey, green or yellow?
Kellie: They're red, aren't they?

I have NO idea where that came from, and kind of sort of just... looked at her.

There will, I am certain, be more to follow...

Five Years...

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 12:21:00 +0000

This time five years ago, it was over. 12.21pm, a time I still see on my watch all the time.

This time last year, I was, for want of a better term, a wreck. No sooner had the clock turned midnight, I was crying and sad and in a bad place - and kept Kellie awake all night watching stupid TV programs to keep my mind occupied.

This year however... Yesterday I spent the day rebuilding a computer, and didn't finish till nearly 1am. Kellie sat up with me "helping" and while I knew the time and date, I was looking back, but looking further back.

I didn't sleep very well last night. Tossing and turning - but unlike last year, I wasn't crying or a mess, I was just thinking about Bethy. When I did manage to sleep, I had some strange dreams of running around Guys Hospital, trying to find her, but couldn't. I don't know why - probably my brain telling me that she really isn't there, but somewhere else, somewhere better. Whenever I see the London skyline, I see that place; it could be on the TV, or going into/through the city - my eyes are automatically drawn to it.

We lounged around in bed for a couple of hours this morning. Talking, dozing, planning what to do today... Kellie has a chest infection and is coughing her lungs up, and I have a cold. The sun came up and lit the bedroom up in a blaze, and even though it's not grey and raining, it doesn't bother me.

I popped to the shop, walking in the drizzle, enjoying the cool water on my face, looking at the forms of cloud, the different colours in the sky.

Bethy is constantly in my mind today, but during better times. Running, playing, giggling, sitting the stairs for cuddles... I can hear her singing her ABC song in my mind - a song that Tam loves to sing too - and while I am sad, I am not miserable.

Is this a turning point? Is this me taking another step on the road to recovery? I have no idea, and while I miss her like crazy, I know that she can run and jump and sing and dance and is playing with all the other little angels without having to worry about "be careful" or "slow down" or "catch your breath". She can do what she wants, how she wants.

The bravest little angel ever.

To my baby Bethy,
Five years. That's how long it's been since you left to go and play elsewhere. Part of me thinks that it feels like an eternity since I last held you, another part of me can still feel you against me, your hand on my face cringing at my stubble.

It's hard to believe how long it's been since you were running around here, but I know that where ever you are, you are having so much fun, knowing you have no limits nor boundaries to hold you back any longer. I miss you and your cuddles and your laugh every single day, and am sure that you make me glance at the clock at the same time each day, just to nudge me, just to catch my attention.

Jaysen still talks about you, and I know he misses you as much as everyone else, and Tamsyn - even though you never met in person - looks at pictures of you, and sometimes looks so much like you. I'm still convinced you tell her to do and say certain things, and that a little part of you is inside her - the mischief-causing part that is!

Kellie often asks about you, and when we're talking about you, I KNOW you'd love her to bits. She comes out with things sometimes that make me giggle, almost as though she's worried you won't approve of her. I know you'd love her.

One day, my little angel, one day we'll be running and playing together, but I still have so much to do down here. But I know you'll be waiting for me my little gorgeous, sitting on the stairs patiently...

All my love Bethy,
Daddy
x

For a change, I'm not going to put one of the slow, sad songs on that I usually put on these posts to Bethy. The song I am putting on instead was one Bethy used to dance and sing to before we went into hospital, and I decided it was more apt for today than anything else. Also, she loved this video, which is from World of Warcraft. She loved watching the swarm of pink-haired gnomes run around, so this video is even more for her.

(Rob Zombie - Blitzkrieg Bop)

Devon!

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 11:25:00 +0000

Anyone following me on here or Facebook will have seen that last weekend, Kellie and myself nipped across to Devon for a long weekend. I didn't really mention it before, as I kept thinking "Oh, that's weeeeeks away" and then, all of a sudden, it was a few days till we left, and then it became "Shiiiiiit got to sort everything out!"

In my defence, I was ready, packed and sorted almost TWO DAYS before we were due. Someone was still getting their shit together the night before we left. Tut Tut...

Anyways, we set out early Thursday morning into London to get on a coach. Now, yes, that might seem a bit of a strange way to travel in this day and age, but the mathematics was simple. Return trip on the train: £50 each. Return trip in a car: £80 for petrol. Return trip in a coach: £12 each.

So, we left London at 1230 Thursday, and set off across the great expanse of England. Now, I'm not completely sure, but the furthest I've ever been in that "kinda sorta" direction is about 30 miles west of London. Yeah, big-time traveller me ;) This journey, however, was pretty much right across England. 350 miles or so.

Nice.

Pretty much the entire journey was spent with me pointing out scenery to Kellie. Because I could. Big hills, big views, vistas, all the rest of it. OK OK, I admit, I love looking, and like to share what I see. Plus, it was all new to me. Every time I went past a road sign saying "Place X - Y miles" I visualised where I was on the map. Exciting stuff...

The journey there was pretty much a straight shot, no real traffic or anything to speak of, and once there, we were met by Kellies brother, James, and his wife, Kat. From there, they drove us back to their little flat in the tiny sleepy village of Ashburton. Wow, talk about postcard-worthy. My friend Stuart lives in the little town of Evesham, and I thought THAT was sleepy when I was there, but Ashburton is something else.

The plan for the weekend was pretty much "Do f$ck all" and I think we almost managed to achieve that. James & Kat, however, are moving this week (Oooh today actually) from their one bedroom flat, into a very large, very old cottage up on the moors. I'm talking granite walls that are two to three feet thick, with a hearth/fireplace I can STAND in dammit! The downside to someone like me... EVERY single doorframe in the place smacked me in the head... Being that they are less than six feet high. Even the ceilings in some part caused me concussion.

Their new place is outside of Ashburton, in a "village" called Poundsgate, on Dartmoor itself. And I use the term village very loosely. Let's see... Six cottages, a pub, a phone box, a bus stop that has one bus a WEEK... erm.... Yep, that's the entire village.

The pub, however. Wow. The Tavistock Inn. For all you American sorts, picture the stereotypical English Country Pub, and you're not far off. Roaring fireplaces, pub-based cats, ales on tap or in casks. And everyone that walks in is known by everyone else already there.

So, between helping decorate the front room of the cottage, and hanging in the pub, we managed a bit of sightseeing too. The moors are amazing, and I was fascinated by the fact that little streams appear from nowhere, run down beside the road, cross the road, then disappear off into the wilderness. The River Dart was beautiful and borderline White Water rapids - where people canoe and occasionally fricking DIE.

Even the couple of days that were a bit grey and miserable didn't bother me - and I hate grey and miserable - and it just seemed normal to me.

The journey back home was a little longer, bit more traffic, and tinged with sadness as Kellie misses her brother... We didn't get back to Kellies till half ten that night, and were pretty much shattered.

So, if you ever decide to head to somewhere pretty, head to Devon. A big thank you for James & Kat for letting us sleep in their living room and for driving us around and showing us the sights. It was an excellent weekend!

Let's Hear It For...

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 10:51:00 +0000

The Snow!

Yes folks, you heard it right, me, Mr King-of-the-Anti-Weather is actually pushing FOR the snow for a change. OK, maybe I've lost my mind, and maybe I am a little bit unhinged, but hear me out.

For once, I think we should appreciate the snow, and I am going to argue on the side of Snow for once. Let's face it, since mid-December, there's been snow coming down somewhere, causing disruption somewhere, and generally flooding the press with how bad it's been. The Big Freeze. Arctic Britain. Snowmageddon. And so on and so on.

But let's look at it another way. For starters, imagine if it was rain. Constant, drizzly, damp, cold, wet rain. It'd be gross, right? So there's a pro right there. Secondly, when was the last time people universally had so much damn FUN with the weather. Sure, it CAN cause bad things, but every press report talking about how bad the snow is, it always ends with the camera filming kids playing out, people having snowball fights or generally messing about in it.

Can you honestly think of the last time you saw massive groups of people playing out together? When was the last time you and all your neighbours played out in the weather? Now it's snowing, everyone is coming out from their four walls and playing together, getting fresh air, making snowmen, snow forts, having snowball wars... Can't do that in the rain, or fog or whatever else.

And let's think about those that DON'T get out in it... How many of us have knocked on the door of an elderly neighbour to make sure they're OK, see if they need anything and so on? Neighbours are talking! And then there are the communities that pull together to dig out paths and roads, pushing cars that are stuck, helping one another with blocked pipes or what-not. Hell, people are even helping strangers out in the wild.

Some of you will argue that, with the economy in such a bad way, being stuck somewhere and not getting to work is making things worse... HOW can they be that much worse? And the upshot? The parent that usually works 45 hours a week, dusk till dawn, including weekends - that parent is now "stuck" at home with the kids - and they are playing together, spending time together they normally wouldn't have received because of work and school.

Yep, it's causing problems, but at the end of the day, don't you think those problems are SOOOO outweighed by the benefits of a few days of snow?

Chilly But Sunny

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 11:17:00 +0000

It's a lovely day down here today, the sky is a brilliant blue, the sun is glorious, and it's rather chilly. Still, it's all good. We've even got our sunglasses on!

More Moors!

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:17:00 +0000

More scenery of the moors... You can see a river or something between the hills.

The Tavistock Inn

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:15:00 +0000

The inside of the pub!

The Tavistock Inn

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:14:00 +0000

A proper countryside pub!

River Dart, Badgers Holt

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:12:00 +0000

Very pretty. And yes, I climbed up out onto the rocks. And no, I didn't fall in ;)

The Moors!

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:11:00 +0000

Click to embiggan - some place on the very chilly windy moors!

PROPER Countryside!

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 10:03:00 +0000

So, we're down/over/across in Devon, and now it's light I can see outside... This is the view from James and Kats window. And it carries on like that!

And no, it's NOT a wonky photo, those houses are on a fairly steep hill!

Ow...

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 09:23:00 +0000

Pouring smoking-hot oil onto ones wrist is NOT the best plan ever ;)

Musical Monday #82 - Mr Boombastic

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 06:44:00 +0000

For as long as I can remember, I dream music. I dream songs I've not heard in a very long time - even songs I can only rememberin a sort of vauge manner.

So, instead of stressing over what song to do or not to do, I've decided to start doing the songs that haunt my dreams.

This first one I've not heard in ages (as is usually the case) and after listening to it (I'm listening to it as I write this) I am fairly sure I don't like the song. No, correction: I DON'T like this song. Though, to be fair, I don't really like anything Shaggy does...

So, because it was in my head, and because it's Musical Monday and especially because it's my blog... Shaggy - Mr Boombastic:

Give Cash (Or Else!)

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 22:01:00 +0000

OK, that's a lie, there is no "or else" to that sentance, but none the less, I am slapping this post up as a favour because I'm such a nice person!

in December 2008, you may remember my posting about Kellies nan passing away - cancer, heart failure, the whole lot. But, as I've since found out, she also suffered from OCD in a massive way. Now don't get me wrong, I have my moments, but Kellies nan, Gladys, was a full-on sufferer. After speaking with various family members, I realise how bad it must have been - not just for the people around her, but for Gladys herself.

Anyways, to the point. One of Kellies aunts is running a marathon - the Paris Marathon no less - and is raising money for an OCD charity, in her mums name. Good cause, Good charity, Good stuff.

If you have anything you can give - £1, £5 - more or less - please pop on over to her Sponsor Page and drop her a line. I'm sure she would appreciate anything she can raise for her mum and this charity :)

You don't need to sign up for anything, if you work they can claim Gift Aid back on it (so they get more money) and like I say, it's all for a good cause!

Good luck Jackie - I'm sure you'll do really well and have a great time running around Paris!

Donate Donate Donate!

Facts About Me ;)

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 05:05:00 +0000

I Own Me!

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:26:00 +0000

Here's something that will appeal to some of you. And by "some" I mean "the nerdy geeky sorts" for I have recently attained another level of Geekhood.

On Monday, my mobile rang and usually if I don't recognise the number, or if it's withheld, I don't answer it. However, answer it I did, and for once, it wasn't someone asking for money or "a few minutes of my time" nor even was it the school telling me Jaysen was a prat and fallen over.

No, it was the people that I bought 0ddness.co.uk through. After confirming who I was (THEY phoned ME for goodness sake!) they told me that when I registered 0ddness, I also tried to register another domain, and by doing so, had put basically used their "Notify me when available" service.

Yeah, I did it by accident, but still...

So, after offering me this domain that had recently come up, I told them I couldn't justify spending £10 on something I don't really have a need for. No, it's not a lot of money, but still.

However, the very nice person on the phone whittled it down to a fiver.

Well, the nerd in me was already screaming I should take it at a tenner, but now, at £5, I couldn't silence the nerd, and while my reply was "Well, thank you, that's excellent, I will take it" my inner nerd was screaming "GIMMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE BUY TAKE IT GET IT BUY GIMMIE!"

So, 24 hours later, I get the email telling me that yes, I now own:

www.DanEnglish.co.uk

Hehehe yes, go me! Go Dan, Go Dan!

However, I'm not totally sure what to do with my new-found fame. I could just direct it to here - keep 0ddness as 0ddness, but have the url aim this way. Or I could do a single, sort of CV dossier page if I decide to convince someone to give me a job. Or, I could just point it at something gross for comedy purposes ;)

Answers/Suggestions on a postcard :D

Slacker

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:13:00 +0000

As it may have been apparent to the more astute reader, I have in fact been slacking off on the blog for a bit.

Yes, I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Bad Dan.

This time of the year is pretty grey and rubbishy (Is that a word? Hmmm...) and I tend to not blog much. But I digress.

First off, a big thank you to everyone for last week. I received lots of messages through various mediums on Friday/Saturday, so thank you. I was on the phone to some strange bloke from Manchester earlier today, and as I said to him, it's a sink-or-swim situation. I could let it all smother me, drag me down and take over me, or I can kick and scream and drag myself out of it. And another unhinged sort from Bedford has used her professional doctor skills (I've seen her certificate, it's all in crayon and everything!) to prescribe a night out, so no doubt once the weather perks up a bit, and the Birthday part of 2010 is over, we'll be heading up there for a giggle.

And by birthday part of 2010, I mean January-to-April, which seems to have something in the region of, oh, four squillion birthdays to deal with.

Aaaaanyway... I'm still slacking. I have the rest of Xmas 2009 to post about, plus New Year, not to mention the occasional funny thing I save, then sort of... forget about. Oopsie.

So yes, I am still alive, still kicking at the darkness till it bleeds daylight, and generally ticking over. But holy pants I am so tired at the moment. No idea what's happening, but by the time half three rolls around, I'm fighting to stay awake. Think I might have to start eating my vitamin B stuff again. Helped with the energy and for comedy bonus points, turned my pee a REALLY cool Sunshine Yellow!

Pictures may arrive in the coming weeks...

This Sign Should Be Made Law

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:09:00 +0000

Nine

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 11:06:00 +0000

Today is a special day. Today, my sweet little Bethy would have been nine years old.

I cannot believe that this time nine years ago, I was sat cuddling the little moo while doctors put various monitors and things on her. A massive flurry of activity, a whirlwind of people, all because of the perfect little girl cradled in my arms. Her first exposure to the camera didn't go down very well, but she realised who her dad was, and knew it'd be like this!

And she went from strength to strength, fighting each and every single thing that was thrown her way. Heart Defects, pfft. Weird insides, ha. Strokes, pah. Cancer, meh. Everything that cropped up to bite her in the arse - every single thing - she dealt with, got over and got on with it. She grew - albeit slowly - she learned to walk, to talk, to twist everyone around her little finger, and she loved school.

And today, she would have been nine.

I'm not sure why but it's hit hard that she's gone. I know she's gone, but I still expect to see her peeking around a corner or something. I think it's partly because I know that she's been gone longer now than she was here... I look at girls of a similar age, and wonder if Bethy would be into the same things they are into, if she'd like the same games, the same music, TV. I'm just having a very rough time of it this year.

To my beautiful little Bethy,
Happy Birthday little moo. It staggers me to realise you would have been nine, and I wonder what you would look like, what yours likes and dislikes would be, what things you would be up to, and how much trouble you'd get in with Jaysen and Tamsyn.

I miss you - goodness, I still miss you every single day, and while I try not to, I still do the stupid "what if" thing. I know it won't bring you back or change anything, but I do wonder.

You still come to me in my dreams every now and then, not dreaming about you, but you come along and sit on my lap and just cuddle me, wrapping your tiny little arms around my neck, pushing away my stubbly cheeks because that's what you do. You laugh your dirty little giggle when I blow raspberries on your belly, but ultimately, you just sit on my lap and hold me while I hold you.

I still see you in things around the house - the bannisters, where you used to swing out and greet people that came in. The kitchen door you used to swing on, chuckling away. And your little poncho is still hanging up in my cupboard.

I love you my little Bethy. Jaysen misses you too and often speaks about you. Tamsyn always talks about her big sister Bethy as well, and I'm sure you've put in many appearance to the Peanut.

One day, my little angel, one day we'll be back together, and you can have all the cuddles you want, all the time.

I see you baby, running and playing and having fun.
With all my love,
Daddy
x

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

It's Still Fallin'

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 10:27:00 +0000

Overnight here on Canvey Island, there was even more snow - prolly another inch or two. That big white area is a footpath, field and road... Apparently ;)

Why It's Fun Out

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:57:00 +0000

This is the reason travelling around Basildon is a f'king nightmare today. The council have only gritted main roads, so every other road is like this. That's two-inch thick solid ice. No wonder Mr Bus Driver nearly crashed twice driving me home earlier.

Is It Still Snowy?

noreply@blogger.com (Dan) — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 20:09:00 +0000

Short Answer:

Clicky to see the big version. I was very sceptical at first - I figured it was photoshop or something, but after a bit of a pokey prod around, I discovered it is real. MODIS Rapid Response System, apparently. Part of NASA.

So yes, it is still snowy over here. And pretty much ALL over here ;)

EDIT: Found a very high-res version on the site: Clicky!