Bristol is only a two-hour ride from my house. I have an old friend who lives there and I haven’t seen him for ages. Today was the day we met up again (after something like 18 months without seeing each other) and it’s great when everything just slips back to the way it was. You know how, with some people, it’s hard to talk to them sometimes. You get on really well but there’s just nothing to say. Well, it usually gets worse with the passing of time and, if you haven’t seen somebody for a while, then it can be very awkward (how many strained meetings must have happened thanks to Friends Reunited?). Anyway, today wasn’t like that. We slipped into our old conversations and habits. It’s nice to be reacquainted with people. Today was a good day.

On this day…

2004: Regular Reader Celebrates
2004: Watching Me Everywhere

A colleague of mine left work yesterday to go travelling and I was sad to see him go. He’s joining an ever growing list of people I know who are purchasing a back-pack and buying a ticket for six months. Three of my friends/acquaintances are in Australia travelling. One of my clients is off travelling. What am I doing wrong? Is it a coincidence that they all work in new media environments? And this morning I find that over at Jase’s homepage he links to this great travelling blog. The world is trying to tell me something!

On this day…

2005: Let’s Google Talk
2004: The Hottest State
2004: Get Yer Kit Off …
2003: Summer Music

The conversation last night turned to weblogs and I still didn’t talk about this one (and Kev is probably one of the few people I know in real life who would get it).

On this day…

2004: Oslo Again
2002: 3am Eternal

Last night was indeed a grand night. I have come back with a reading list, which will keep me entertained until the next time we meet, and a small hangover. 3am, if you’re interested.

On this day…

2004: Oslo Again
2002: Blog Silence

Tonight I am going out with a very good friend of mine (who happens to be a member of Haddock but I don’t hold that against him). I haven’t seen him for ages and, it’s strange, because I miss him. Some people make you think and challenge you and entertain robust discussion, and Kev is one of those people. I sense an interesting night but I’ll put money on the fact that I shall not arrive home until the early hours. Perhaps we should go drinking for fewer hours less often. Ah, the night awaits.

On this day…

2004: Camp
2002: Not About Me

I don’t talk about my blog. It’s a private thing I do, but I am not sure why (I would suggest points 2 and 3 here as a starting point to try and answer that question).

Yesterday I went for a very nice meal at Orso when the conversation turned to weblogs. I was somewhat shocked that my dining companions could not grasp the “why” of the blog concept. Why read them? Why write them? But I still didn’t speak about Listen To Musak. It’s very odd but I do not feel compelled to actually talk about this. Then I realised I do not talk about me to anybody very much. I discuss events that involved me. I talk about other people and tell people about my work. I express options with the best of them. But I don’t really discuss myself too often – at least by this I mean, I guess, emotions and my private life. It’s odd because I think people who know me would say I do talk a great deal, but I know I hold things back. Why is that? So why to I carry on writing this? I have said before that it started out as a challenge to myself. Can I blog for a whole month with no interruptions? I did that. And still I find myself here!

On this day…

2004: Camp
2002: Old Friends

I went to a barbecue today which is no amazing thing (although spelling barbecue is, for some reason, one of those words that I should not even attempt to spell). Our hosts had a gas-barbecue (something I have always been very skeptical of – it’s not real barbecue cooking is it?). Well, I’ll eat my words (as well as much of the food). It was marvellous, although I doubt I will convert. There is something strangely masculine about fighting with coals rather than turning the gas on.

I suspect my life in turning into a bad episode of an Australian soap-opera for I am constantly saying we should have a barbecue. I am becoming obsessed. Yesterday it was kebabs on the barbie. Today, burgers. Or is it just a sign of summer? G’day.

On this day…

2005: Missed Birthday
2003: Monday Is Back To Work

Tonight I am taking a client for a drink (well, not me but I am going with the Account Manager for this client). These are always interesting evenings and you never really know what to expect. They could be nice and they could be dull. It could be over in an hour or it could go on to the early hours. They are perfectly reasonable people in the working environment but they may be awful when you get a shandy in them. I suspect this may be a late night.

On this day…

2005: Lost
2004: Kill Bill (Volume 1)
2003: Disappointing Frustrating

Well. now I know that a champagne hangover isn’t very bad. Or perhaps I took my own advice for I am feeling OK this morning. The night was good – lots of champagne (bought in advance during the Happy Hour) and only the two bottle of wine at the end were a bad sign (and there were a large number of us). Met a crazy woman with purple nails who kept telling me and PY that we were wonderful (she was, quite possibly, drunk) and handed my business card to her (possibly not the wisest move on in the world as she may be some kind of crazed stalker that tracks people down). Still, another all-day party begins in Walthamstow at three this afternoon. Am I ready for more punishment?

On this day…

2006: Go Ant Go!
2005: Tipping BAR Honda To Win
2004: Gym Buddy – We Must Not Stop Now