Living On My Own Again, Part 2

As I was saying, living on my own has done something to my brain.

For food, I have been actively seeking out mushrooms. I have been unable to resist pastry based snack foods. Each meal seems to contain cheese. Where has the variety gone?

Each night, if a documentary comes on the tv, that's it for the night. Gone. Recently, I watched a three part documentary about tailoring. Tailoring! A useful craft, yet to me, previously as about as exciting as clouds.

I have also seemed to have developed some odd, and all consuming passions.

Like an as-yet unnamed female local news presenter.

Everywhere I go, she is in the back of my mind. I used to tune into the news to see if she was there. Now, I record the news.

Is this wrong?

It has also led me to the underworld of websites for men who have unsubstantiated crushes on news presenters. Firstly, I have form in this region. Way back when the internet was just a baby, oooh, years ago, I was a regular reader (lurker) of alt.fan.philippa.forrester - and for those of you with a FatBoy Slim album, check out his producer, then check out the name of the first poster on that group. Yes, the one and the same, megastar producer is the AFPF Godfather.

But I digress.

Things have moved on from simple "set your video for..." and "did you see..." sections, there seems to be hundreds of 'cappers' from around the country who tune in to view my local news just for this lady.

For anyone that knows me (and that includes you, dear reader!) you will understand that I was surprised shocked and setback by this news.

Then saw my own hands start to download them. How? I seemed to be losing control of my mouse and mind.

When will this end?

I think I may start a silent campaign to remove Sir Trevor from the top rank of Drinking Newsreaders and replace him with her.

Anyhow, I'm off to bed, to contemplate my own timewasting stupidity. And possibly send an involuntary mail to the local tv asking for her signed photo.

Is it just me?

Living on my own again, part 1

Evening,

Living on your own after a long time does something odd to your brain. I will go on...however need to get into position with large bottle of splintergut cider and watch the football. Back later, if I can still type.

Where are my posts going?

I think that the post I wrote about half an hour ago (nothing special, actually about USBs - man, why was I writing about them?) disappeared. If anyone has seen it, please get in touch.