The Blog of Lone

As you might have guessed I’m back from my short break to Dartmouth. Which was lovely. We wandered around Dartmouth. Browsed charity shops a plenty and played on the beach despite the English weather. We visited many quaint little towns. One, Totnes, is a town comprised entirely of New Age shops and the cheapest bookshops in the country. It actually physically hurt for me to leave that place, and needless to say I left it much poorer than I entered it. I could quite happily have spent the rest of my life wandering around in a wonderful karmic literary daze. We ate fish and chips. I drank lots of wine. Rachel ate bags upon bags of something called Rainbow Drops which made her go insane and spray sweets all over the inside of my car as her hand eye co-ordination was shot to nothing.

Anyway, it was with touch of sadness that we came home again, although on the way I did finally get to see Stardust (look out for a review of that coming to the Blog in the next few days) which cheered me up greatly. When I got back home it was to a house without a living room, which was being redecorated. So not only have I been doing the regular paid work during the week but spending the weekend papering the ceiling, filling cracks and painting, painting, painting. Not really what you want to come home to after a relaxing time away. But at least I have a pretty house now.

Here’s a lil’ taste of Dartmouth for ya’ll.

This one’s taken on Blackpool beach, five minutes from the Old Bakery where we were staying.

And this is me and Racel magic arming it up on Slapton Sands. We’re not really that pale and pasty, not even me, it’s all just crazy lighting I tell ya.

A big congratulations to my good friend Em who’s just moved into her new house. Which she has promptly filled full of enough snakes and reptiley things to give anyone else nightmares. Good luck in the new house matey!

Bushism of the Day:
“This is still a dangerous world. It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses.”—At a South Carolina oyster roast, as quoted in the Financial Times, Jan. 14, 2000

I’m off to Dartmouth for a few days of holiday-like relaxation with my wonderful girlfriend, so don’t be worried if there’s no posts for a few days; I haven’t abandoned the Blog, or fallen into a ditch and got stuck, I’m in Dartmouth eating pasties, drinking ale and enjoying the scenery. Lovely.

Just in case you start feeling lonely I leave you these wise words to ponder from the military genius that is George Dubya Bush (Jnr).

Bushism of the Day:
“I’m the commander — see, I don’t need to explain — I do not need to explain why I say things. That’s the interesting thing about being president.” —George W. Bush, as quoted in Bob Woodward’s “Bush at War”

Our man George learning the ins and outs of literature - “I think I got the dyslexia. These words all seem upside down to me!”