tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76610412010-01-25T22:40:26.819ZNever be held back by a lack of talent.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11582403770592442534noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661041.post-86672926356087818422010-01-25T22:26:00.003Z2010-01-25T22:40:26.825Z...with living for the weekend, when the weekend is as good as the one just passed. Wouldn't mind many more like that one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661041-8667292635608781842?l=www.factory45.co.uk' alt='' /></div>Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11582403770592442534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661041.post-58506685224995229442010-01-21T22:21:00.002Z2010-01-21T22:37:57.625ZIs it wrong to live just for the weekend? And is that what I'm doing? Class, <i>discuss</i>.<div><br /></div><div>Okay, it is true that I am particularly looking forward to this weekend. And this has been a particularly sucky week. But... I do think I manage to make the most of each day. And, okay, I maybe haven't managed to get everything done this week I had planned - either at work or at home - but I have been busy or just catching up with... well, someone worth catching up with. Hopefully, more on that later.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, let's be honest, weekends are special, especially if your weekday job is frustrating. And worth looking forward to. So I am!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661041-5850668522499522944?l=www.factory45.co.uk' alt='' /></div>Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11582403770592442534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661041.post-37448384877930882972010-01-20T20:03:00.002Z2010-01-20T20:35:22.005ZI'm taking a break. And realising how Christmas has taken its toll on my fitness, and how I really need to change that quickly.<div><br /></div><div>What am I taking a break from? Woodwork. Carpentry. Joinery. Whatever it's called. Planing down a door so it fits into the hole it's supposed to fill. <i>Yes</i>, I measured before I cut it. And <i>yes</i>, I cut it too big. Can we move on? Please? <i>Please?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, need to get back to work, but have been distracted by someone. And that's okay.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661041-3744838487793088297?l=www.factory45.co.uk' alt='' /></div>Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11582403770592442534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661041.post-14060004419202482782010-01-19T23:10:00.003Z2010-01-19T23:28:02.166ZLet's be entirely honest, I don't have many obvious, regular talents. I can't sing, I can't dance, I'm not the true king of pop, and I've never angrily jostled a photographer outside a nightclub.<br /><br />But having those as elements of the essence of me is not, for me, important. What I <i>can</i> do is change a tyre in under 15 minutes, be overly passionate about language and grammar, be a good big brother, and - finally - be in a place in my life I'm positive about, comfortable with, and want to share with someone.<div><br /></div><div>And anyone who knows me will immediately think I've been bodysnatched. But, dear reader, tis true. And maybe I'll be <i>just</i> talented enough to find what I'm now ready for.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll let you know.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661041-1406000441920248278?l=www.factory45.co.uk' alt='' /></div>Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11582403770592442534noreply@blogger.com0