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King Tat8 Originally uploaded by Ginger DJ . Room for a little one to mainly post a photo from yesterday’s art gallery visit. Last night was Kerry’s office party for the Reading staff. We got to Reading quite early and decided to check out our old house in Little Street, behind the swimming pool. As well as a wave of old memories came flooding back, the old neighbourhood was practically the same except for nearly every dingy pub and the chippy had been boarded up. Our old neighbours, who were the first ever people in history you could ever describe using the term ‘chav’, had set up their house for full-on Christmas light neighbourhood torture. Mobilephone photo was taken for proof. Back to the ‘party’ - I knew one or two people there but otherwise had to endure some life assurance sales jokes and office politics. Wasn’t too bad as Chris and Alex were there having seen Goldie Looking Chain together back in March. Another bonus was the free drinks all night (well, until t

Postcard from Southsea Originally uploaded by Ginger DJ . Been sniffing, sneezing and blowing my nose all last week. It eventually caught up with me Thursday night when my nose went into permanent leak mode where I should have tied a bucket around my neck to catch the drips. Personally, I blame it on cold community hall floors when at karate and plague invested work colleagues. It didn’t really matter as I missed my double shift of helpdesk duties on Friday but was really thinking ‘god I feel ill’ and ‘don’t want to spread this one around work’. Friday also saw the last of Space Cadets on Channel 4. Although it was very cruel, they somehow swung it to look like heroes with £25k cash and a parabolic flight in Russia. I checked the internet and it costs around £200k to do that! Lost is filling in the blanks except it’s the blanks I’m not really interested at the moment. When are they going to get to the hatch? The University newsagent has the Lost magazine which preview

N eil & Nikki's eBirthday card Originally uploaded by Ginger DJ . Christmas always has its risks. Drink driving always seems to surface, cold temperatures freeze the elderly and homeless but no-one has ever warned of the risks of answering the door to carol singers. Last week, Monday night was the time of the crime around 6pm when I heard the knock at the door. Having taken on a milkman for home delivery in the past two week I was expecting a call for payment. What appeared on the doorstep was the mono-toned voice of a David Beckham wannabe teenager trying to sing ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’. It was an uncomfortable feeling of watching someone sing right in front of you though my observation brought up two questions: 1) this carol singer looked about 19 and 2) how did he afford such a spangley, diamondique earring. I tried to interrupt his X-Factor failing Xmas song midway with my first observation quoting ‘aren’t you a little old for this’ – old person alert

Not the best start to work today. Just sneezed a big green one. Problem was that I wasn’t expecting it and my hand didn’t have time to catch it before leaving a lovely green patch on the front of my white shirt. Weekend was abit naff. After quite a good session at karate on Thursday night then caught up with E4’s Lost – another part of Locke’s story – the night brought on a weird stomach cramp. My planned day-off of Friday was ruined as I felt like crap. Didn’t feel like eating and generally felt cold all day. However I had to do some important xmas shopping so dragged myself out of the house down to the station and caught a train to London. By the time I got to Bond Street I was almost spent but managed to find an excellent pressie for Kerry so the day wasn’t a waste. By 2:05pm I was sitting back on the train back to Southampton which in my condition felt like twice as long shivering and whinging. All that kept me going was the thought of going back to bed. When I got back h

Been having some good ideas at work, for work but haven't found the right motivation to put them into play yet. Found a funny (though a little borderline) article on my University's Student Union news website . Other highlights today were, again student related, the Union building hosting a Nintendogs promotion. During the week I noticed they had Gameboy DS pods for demos with the doggie game. However, at lunchtime today all I could hear in the foyer was 'ahh' and 'isn't he/she cute' caused by the live puppies held by promotional staff organised by Nintendo. The idea was to vote for your favourite puppy out of the 4 on display. Kerry squealed with delight when I reported to her over the phone, although has given up with her own virtual puppies (dogs that is) after a couple of weeks of owning the games machine. Its up to me to take them for walkies and feed them. Another thing to cheer me up today is that I have Friday off for Xmas shopping so no helpdes