Despite having a massive list of CD’s I want and a huge number of bands I like, I always seem to have complete brain-failure when I walk into a music store. Suddenly, I don’t know what to look for and can’t think of a single album I want.
A similar thing just happened when I signed-in to write this. I’m sure I have loads to write about but I can’t remember any of it! …maybe it’s my age.
Or maybe it’s information overload because I haven’t written anything for ages.
Probably, it’s both of the above added to the fact that I find it odd writing on here when I’m at home. So today, I’ll keep it short…
and let’s start with a few pictures since (outside of work and decorating) that’s what I’ve been concentrating on.
I took these tonight on route from work to the gym (yes it happens sometimes) and although I didn’t have a tripod – they came out OK.
So what else is there to write about, well – I finally made it to visit Jimmy in Wales on Saturday and this was perfectly timed to coincide with the Six Nations Rugby finale and Wales’s bit to win the Grand Slam. As they did – Me, Jimmy and the whole Welsh nation drank our body-weight in beer (amusingly/ironically called ‘Brains’) and partied the night away with the French losers.
The weekend before we celebrated Mike’s 30th, had our walls plastered and then watched as the plaster dried and fell back off the walls (grrr).
…and the weeks before that were a yawn inducing DIY marathon of decorative successes, failures and complete disasters. I’ll save you the details.
Probably best thing to happen in the last month was the email I received on the 28th of February containing the following sentence…
“Dear Ian, The Institute of Social and European Studies (ISES) is pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the following programme: „ISES-Corvinus University of Budapest Master Program in International Relations and European Studies”, at Kőszeg, Hungary from the 2008 Fall Semester.”
That’s right, from the 24th of September 2008, Eddy will be hiding at the foot of the Alps, in the Hungarian town of Kőszeg. And no, I can’t pronounce it either.
The more astute of you will have noticed that Koszeg has a population which is only one third that of Bicester and I can’t decide if I like that or not. Still – I’ll only be 2 hours from Slovenia so I can’t complain
Now, I have some things to organise before the course (selling the house etc) and some exciting plans to keep my busy during the summer so hopefully I’ll have more to write about in the coming months.
OK, I’m calling it a day but since you’re on bearder.com, I thought I’d treat you to a few snaps of real life Bearders
Mum’s missing but I’ll catch her sooner or later.