Sunday dinner was divine, as expected. Plenty of mashed potato and gravy.

Also, I appear to have gained my first friend here on this online- journal- web- blog- type- thing (thank you as always, BBC); a fine example of an English rose. Make me proud!

A. Kirkland.

 Looks like a solution is finally being reached in Iraq. Bloody awful mess if you ask me.
The worst part was that Europe fell out with me and they're still a little arsey with me.

Feh. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.

Speaking of Europe, I wish everyone would hurry up and get off their arses, and sign that EU mutual defence treaty ( Read more... )

 So Strictly and X- Factor were very good tonight.

X- Factor in particular was great because it celebrated the best of British talent. I've certainly come up with some fantastic music, if I may say so myself.

Old Fogey indeed.

A. Kirkland.

 Well, I certainly had a nice, long lie- in this morning.
It's not lazy; Saturdays are meant for it. Besides, the weather's God awful today.

God knows I need it at the moment, what with the Eurozone going into recession. It's like fighting against the tide at the moment, because it's only a matter of time before I'm there, though surprise, surprise, ( Read more... )

 I suppose I could say 'reporting for duty.'

I'm not entirely sure what I am supposed to achieve with these things, but after seeing Gilbert's... impressive... collection of diaries, I felt something of a tug at my heart. It's sad to realise that I have so many memories (some bitter, most utterly glorious), and yet no record of them from my own ( Read more... )