scratchie billie

'I say, do you blog?' I'm definitely going to start using that as a chat up line/ice breaker at parties.
It's actually a tough old do this blogging business – should you be funny (ha ha or peculiar), and if you usually are, can you get away with being deep and meaningful every now and again? Is it ok to whitter and rant or do you actually have to SAY something?
I'm obviously in a more sombre frame of mind today as I am using capital letters, which, as I'm sure you've already noted, do not figure much on this site.
So, a sensible, stiff-upper-case kind of day.
It's raining in London and we (the office we, rather than the royal one) are listening to Billie Holiday while trying to sort out our April issue.
Tonight I'm going for a curry and a pie. Which is a nice, waistbelt stretching combination. Actually I'm hoping to resist the curry nibbles (opening of a new posh curry house) and to eat the nimblest, if not humblest, pie possible.
Just realised that the Billie Holiday stuff I've downloaded is live and crackly.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

good old days

have you noticed how some people suddenly get old after a fall? it happened to my nan. she was in her early 70s, a sprightly little thing who used to refer to the biddies in Sainsbury's as 'old dears' (she probably had a couple of years on them at least!), when she slipped on a wet drain cover on the way to my mum's. and overnight she went from being an out-and-about elderly lady to old stay-indoors curtain twitcher. now she watches so many soaps i think she's forgotten that she actually has a tv and is instead living in some weird 'emmerdale/albert sq' hinterland, interrupted by phonecalls from people purporting to be family members.
i only mention the fall as i fell arse over tit up the kerb outside my house last night. i don't know what happened (the winey supper probably had some involvement) but i suddenly found myself divebombing to the floor, generously allowing my elbow and hip to cushion the blow. fortunately i haven't turned into a curtain twitcher yet. unless of course i am actually some old granddad who spends so much time watching this soap about life in an office that the boundaries of reality and fantasy have merged, in which case, hasn't the weather been awful, and who are you and what do you want?
whatever. my hip hurts.