peter is four months old

[Punky]

Well this is novel, I haven't ever kept a diary, or recorded thoughts of any kind so this will either be a complete waste of time or a raging success. Interesting to see the cathartic effect of putting down ideas... the title is from one of the googlism things.
DISCLAIMER<< this is really long and possibly boring, and by far the most self obsessed thing I have ever done>>
Anyway, Who is Punky, apart from someone blue with a moustache? My name is Peter, I am 27 and I'm an alcoholic (all true except for the last bit). Where to start?
I was born and grew up in thanet, Broadstairs to be exact. For those of you who don't know, that's in East Kent, near to Margate. If you haven't been to Margate, don't bother, it's pretty rough, but it's where I was born so for that reason alone it will go down in history.
I've always had varied interests, I play the french horn, sing, used to be rugby and cricket captain and deputy head boy. So I thought at the time that I would be a shoe-in to Medical school. How little I knew. Speaking to my old Deputy Head, he reckons that my old Headmaster must have given me a less than glowing reference on my original UCAS form. Might have had something to do with my antics on the school wind band tour to Italy, Less said about that the better I think.
Anyway, since I didn't get into Medicine I did what anyone would do and studied Biochemistry and Immunology becase it sounded vaguely medical! (Honestly in all my time at King's I didn't meet one person on my course who had actually chosen Biochem, they had all done it because they couldn't get into medicine!). It really wasn't what I wanted to do with my life though, it's all just a bit dull, lab work. Then toward the end of my second year my Mum was giving me grief about what I was going to do after uni (Mothers eh? what are they like?) and it just so happened I had been round to a mates house he previous week looking at his pictures of wehn he had visited his friend who was teaching English in Japan on the JET scheme. So I mentioned this to Mum and she said go for it. So I did and then as of August 1999 I went o live in Kumamoto prefecture in Jpan for the next 2 years. this was awesome, I had my little flat, a car, no grasp of the language (to start with) and I was teaching at a technical senior high school where it transpired I only had to teach 14 hours a week. So, for the rest of the time I used to sit on the internet, trawling filthy dirty websitres and irritating my friends by sending them pictures of genital mutilation, animal porn and other sadomasochistic delights! Now don't get me wrong, I don't actually participate in any of the above, it's just that since it's on the intenet I figured I might as well look at it.
I got enough Japanese under my belt after 6 months to ask out my opticians nurse (who spoke no English) and we went out for 18 months. She was and still is one of the coolest people I hae ever met, but we were never destined to be together for ever, She's married to a fireman now
So, I came back to Blighty in 2001, worked at the pub for the summer, then figured I ought to get a job. Off went the blond surfers locks and in with theskinhead for the interview, and I became a salesman for a laboratory supplies company.
Mioved to Tunbridge Wells, got a nice car, free phone cals, laptop all the perks, made not as mch money as I would have liked, but was generally very comfy ad living a happy life, especially when I met Philippa who was the sister of one of my oldest friends. We started seeing each other and things were tiptop.
Then last year things went mad. I was getting bored at my job, I had racked up 9 points on my driving license for speeding! (caught at 98mph on the A3!!) so I wanted off the road ad into something that would pay me more. I applied for various IT recruitment jobs as I figured that this was going to get me rich, and a couple of years of selling my soul wasn't going to kill me. Well, I was kind of wrong. In the process of getting myself all fired up ad ready for a new change in life, I realised that the relationship with Phil was going nowhere, as, although I loved her and wanted to settle down for good, she didn't. Thus, we called it a day and went our separate ways. I was commuting to London everyday on the train and not enjoying the new job. Finally after 6 weeks my boss gave me the sack, which came as a massive shock. I'd never been given the sack before, and it was also a shock to realise that I couldn't do something that I applied myself to. that was quite a blow to the ego.
Anyway, I went dow to the coast, looked after my parents house while they went on holiday, sat in the sun, watched the olympics and tried to formulate a plan of what I was going to do with my life.
I went to see my old deputy headmaster who taught me Physics, and he basically rmeinded me of my drive and desire to study medicaine. It was suddenly obvious that this was what was missing in my life. I set about applying immediately.
I called up my cousin who is a ENT consultant at St.Mary's trying to get some work shadowing and experience, but she put me onto her hubby who is a pancreatic and endocrine surgeon at the Middlesex. He offered mt the job I am now doing which is working for his team as a kind of Junior doctors assistant with added audit roles coordinating the weekly radiology meetings.
I had an interview last week at warwick for the GEP, which went really well, but I've decided to turn that down even if they offer me. I'm going to go to Southampton on the 5 year course there. I want to be nearer to my sister and my niece. they live in Surrey near to the M3 so that would mean I can get some babysitting in and see her on the weekends. Also it means that I can get down more easily to cornwall or dorset and surf. Obviously a major deciding point as to which Med school to apply to!! actually if that were true I'd have applied to Peninsula!
I think that near enough gives you the history of where I'm coming from, however I'm sure that as the days go by I'll stick more stuff about me in that will pad out who I am.

i don't know why I chose today necessarily to start this thing, I am feeling like death warmed up actually, I went out last night to a basement bar on Sloane Square to see a friend of mine play in a funk jam. He's a jaz trumpeter by trade and also plays with his band "the filthy six" They play old blue note covers. Stuff like Lou Donaldson, Grant Green, Donald byrd. thats sort of stuff, really funky and perfect for dancing to. Where ever I end up going to uni I'm going to get them to come down and play a couple of nights. anyway he has just split up with one of my best friends and old housemates from uni after a 4 year relationship. Needless to say there was lots of blokey heart to heart going on and in the process I managed to sink a obscene amount of Mount Gay rum. I woke up this morning in a right old state, couldn't find anything, forgot my phone, and made it in a bit late for the pancreatic cancer meeting which we have every Wednesday at 8.
Still, the nature of my job is such that, of late I haven't really done any work. For some reason I have lost all urgency with the job, I've just parked it up realy. My new winter project is to build a bike from scratch so I've been checking eBay for lots of components. That, along with this website mean that I have done very little.
Cool, I've just checked, and no, I don't have hepatitis!!! Not that I thought I did really, but my bilirubin is very high, I think I might have gilberts disease, which means I probably ought to cut down on the booze as my liver is not functioning very well. I'll go and have a chat to the friendly hepatologist about it later.
I've got my gym kit with me today, but I really can't be bothered to go, I do this a lot. I guess at the minimum I'm getting some exercise taking mybag to work, but it's a bit slack. I really need to tidy my room and get some ironing done - Life is one long crazy rollercoaster at my house. I live just between Oval and Camberwell, which is alright but a bit minging.
a new aussie girl moved in on the weekend, she seems nice, if not a little bit obsessed with shoes.
Spiros the Greek guy in my house got mugged last week, ad they punched him with a knuckle duster, breaking his cheek bone in the process, he's currently gone home to greece to the Maxfax guys there to get it sorted. Poor guy, for all of his bad singing and irritating friends, nobody deserves that.
I really ought to do some work, I guess that someone might notice that nothing has been done soon. I'm hoping that this is just a passing fad, and that tomorrow when I'm not quite so hungover I might be inspired to clear the decks and get busy.
Going to register with a GP tomorrow so that I can sort out my Hepatitis B immunisation, should be fun, I'll let you know how it goes.

[Punky]

Well, day two of the life of Punky, Have managed to work through this morning and get a few things done. I am actually managing to turn this work lethargy/apathy around which is probably best for all concerned.
Last night was interesting, at Goodge Street tube station I recognised a girl that used to be in halls with me, she wasn't one of my close friends, but certainly we wnt out drinking together a couple of times, had mutual friends etc. Anyway she was walking past me so I said "Didn't you used to go to King's?" and she said that she did and we got chatting. turns out she couldn't remember me at all which is understandable, I know that I have a very good memeory for names and faces, but I also know that a lot of other people don't so not a great problem. Well, this girl is about 6 foot, blonde and has legs up to god knows where and is now working in television apparantly. I could tell that she was a bit like "who.. is.. this.. guy?" Anyway, once we got to Embankment she said "oh, this is my stop" so we said goodbye. Then.. When I get off the train at Oval, walk toward the exit and look inside the carriage a couple down from wher I was, there she was! Lying bitch had made her excuses and run away!! she soo lives in Clapham, you can spot the people who do on the Northen line quite easily. I just laughed at how ridiculous she was that she thought that she had to run away from little old me. It really isn't worth getting riled by that sort of thing. In fact, I generally don't get riled by most things. I am mild mannered, easy going and any other description that sort of embodies the attitude of "hey, Sh1t happens, I'm not dead so just ride on through it". Thankfully, I am also one of the most lucky people I know. Stuff does tend to just happen to me, and getting into medicine is a case in point. I never for once doubted that I wouldn't get in this year. I kept trying to convince myself that I wan't confident and didn't want to count my chicke, hold out with a plan B in mind, but actualy in my heart of hearts I knew that I'd get in because going on past experience, that is how my life works. Irritating as hell to anyone who isn't me, and also conducive to making me sound like a smug arrogant twunt (great word, means not only a t wat but also a cvnt!) am I allowed to say that here? I havenoticed that this board is the leat sweary I have ever come across. I used to spend hours nay on bigdaikon.com, the discussion board for JET programme, English teachers in Japan. It's only since I came here that I stopped looking at that. I guess that it truly has very little relevance to my life now; discussing how stupid the Japanese can be, and how irritating the Prinicpal is at your school.
I got home last night ad my bike frame had arrived! I'm really excied about this new project of mine, the saddle turned up too. thank god for eBay! well, not such good news there actually, I get to work and the techy IT geeks downstairs must have turned on some sort of web filter because I can't get onto ebay anymore.boo hoo what am I going to do now!? I might have to buy me a computer at home. I'm meaning to do it anyway, because I've been thinking, I don't want to have to leave any of music behind when I go to uni, but also I don't want to have to lug all 300 odd cd's and the same again vinyl. So if I load up the cd's onto a computer it'll be sorted.
I watched the documentary about Ellen Macarther's record breaking voyage last night. It had me close to teas, she is so hardcore. I don't know how old she is, but it can't be that much more than me, and she is just purely nails. What she went through during those 70 odd days is unbelievable. she looke s happy at the end, it made me choke! Actually, I've been very quite close to blubbing lately, I'm guesing the whole nervous energy about medicine, ad the impending massive change in my life is causing things to wibble around in my blubbing chamber (anatomy?)
I've just got hold of 2 of my favorite Japanese anime on DVD: "Tonari no totoro (my neighbour totoro) and "Laputa city in the sky". they are by hirao Miyazaki who also did Spirited away. He makes truly the most wonderful films, and Laputa especially is just so beautiful and moving who knows, that may bring it out of me. That said, I am also intending to get a bit of a rugby fest in over the weekend, I love the 6 nations, yu can't beat lunchtime drinking, shacked up in a pub, big plate of sausages and mash, rain outside, next to afire, deep in a leather sofa.. oh man! if that isn't the perfect winters day then what is.
Bugger, writing that has really made me gutted I'm at work and not ANYWHERE else. I'm looking forward to this weekend, Friday we are saying goodbye to our Locum consultatnt. He is going to be pancreaticobiliary consultant surgeon in Guildford, he'll be missed. Saturday I'm due to watch the Scotland Italy game with a native of the former :wink: Then Sunday my friend is cooking roast for me then we're going watch england play Irelad. I'd love to think that we had a chance, but the way we've been playing recently I'm not holding my breath.
Oh by the way, I got some new glasses lat weekend, do you like them?



They're a bit different to my old ones, I feel like a graphic designer in them though...
Had my first Hep B vaccination this morning. What a doddle. I never really had that big a deal with needles, but now, I positively enjoy bein injected. Is that odd? I think in my hert of hearts I already know the answer to that! But as you wil find out, I am a bit of a sick puppy.
I think it's time I got on wth something now, I'll fill in some blood forms for the Junior doc's. That'll be er.. fun?
laters potaters.

[Punky]

Just got a fantastic email from a friend of mine in reply to me telling her that I've got into Med school. check this out:

It's faintly understandable things should start going your way as we are in the Year of the Rooster, and being a Snake this will be an excellent year for you (snakes are in a triangle of affinity with c0cks - highly appropriate that both should be synonyms for the same appendage).

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

snakes are in a triangle of affinity with c0cks

aaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaa What the Feck?

[Punky]

Well, well, well. What a diffence a day makes. Who'd a thunk starting this blog would have opened up such an interesting can of worms. I'm not going to say much more about it, just that I had the biggest grin on my face going to sleep last night, and waking up this morning. Nothing to do with the lovely blanket of snow either! :wink:
Spent most of last night watching Jam. Chris Morris is one sick twisted genius and Jam is the peak of his dark perverted powers. I do get a little worried showing it to people who I don't know very well though, because it could give them the right idea about me...

"I'm a modern woman, in touch with my metaphorical large balls and cock" :shock: :lol: :shock: :lol: :shock:

Finding someone you can talk to about anything and being able to be intrigued by anything they say doesn't happen very often. It happened to me once in Japan where I met his girl Lisa who had a done a Japanese and Law at uni. We had permanently conflicting views on everything, but we were fascinated by each other. I have never had a more expensive phone bill than those months when I was seeing her. We once had the experience of being in my house during a typhoon. My little flat had big glass patio doors in the bedrooms and they were rattling so much I thought they were going to explode in the 100 mph winds. We could hear the flats downstairs getting roof tiles and other stuff coming through their windows, they lost loads of stuff that night.

<<post coital glow, she looks at me:>>
"what are you thinking about darling?"
-"I was just wondering when someone was going to clear up the cat poo on the stairwell."
<<Pete goes from being a hopeless romantic to just being hopeless>>

My best friend Vicky actually had a nightmare that night. She lived in this masive old house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by ricefields that used to be the old police station! Next to her house was this rickety old dump that was lived in by a right bunch of pikey weirdos. It basically looked like it would fall down any minute. Well in this typhoon, pretty much all of their roof tiles kept smashing through the windows of Vicky's house, Her roof collapsed and all the rain started coming in, cutting off the electric. Basically she was papping her pants as you can probably imagine and the only safe place she could find was the bath. She got in the bath and covered herself wit her futon and we kept her sane by talking to her on the phone, until the power died on that.
She is one of these people that has a life full of events. From day to day, there is always something coming along to rain on her parade, it's almost like she has a black cloud over her sometimes :wink:

God, I'm so in the doldrums at work at the mo. I think I need to be inspired again and soon. I might go to theatre on Monday to see what interesting cases we have if any. Try and get a bit more into the Clinical side of my job rather than admin. Also I need to stop looking at this site and Ebay. I am so weak willed sometimes, I depress myself with my lack of self control and willpower.
I've got Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, the Stooges and The Decemberists on the computer today. I'm feeling in the need of some serious grrrr music. As much as i love jazz and funk etc.. sometimes you wake up with a twitchy sphinter and your balls all a tingle; the only thing for it is growling guitars, a snarl and a swagger. I feel like kicking something today. Generally all a bit pent up, I need release! :twisted:

I wonder what it is like to headbutt someone. It's got to hurt hasn't it? I have never even punched anybody, well except when I did karate - oops I've just remembered, I broke someone's leg doing karate once, not proud, but it did make me laugh, she was a bit of a stuck up canadian bitch. It's just really not in my make up to be aggressive, but sometimes I have these thoughts of ultraviolence(Clockwork Orange Yeah!) and I just have to quell my inner ponderings, have a cup of tea and calm down!

http://www.24oz.com/tbob/skits/polymeow.html :shock: :shock: :wink:

I hope it carries on snowing, I like the snow, it reminds me of walking in Perth one Christmas when I was up seeing my sister. the whole family was there, it was so beautiful and cold, but we were wrapped up to the nines, had a whole bevvy of dogs running around us to keep us laughing, and a hip flask of rusty nail to keep us lubricated. Nothing like it in the world. I'll be good if it snows, and lands over the weekend, I might go and slide around and fall on my posterior with someone.

Good, good, all good.

Time for tea and a pee.
I'l be back on Monday, new and improved! Have a lovely weekend one and all.

[Punky]

To borrow an idea....

And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way

And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners,
Even though my work is unparalleled,
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, ok, guess it's better to turn this way

And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Will fall beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
Or are you furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death

And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way

[Punky]

Favorite word of the day : fecundity

[Punky]

Well that was a weekend and a half. A conservative estimate places my alchol intake at about 50 units. Needless to say this morning I am feeling a bit bleurgh. Where to start? maybe at the beginning...
On Friday, one of the consultants left our unit so we went over the road for drinks to see him off. We were then meant to go for fodder which I was quite looking forward to as I had only had cornflakes for lunch. Turns ot we just sat there and sank about 5 pints, then decided not to go for food and call it a day. I went home, cooked me some scran, and spent about 2 hours on the phone to a very naughty maiden polishing off a totally unnecessary half bottle of vino.

"my hands are still sticky.."

Some more bits of my bike turned up on the Saturday, It's quite exciting as it comes together. Went to the station to pick up aforementioned naughty handmaiden, escorted her to my local hostelry to watch some rugger, pausing only to give her a tour of the hanging gardens of Camberwell :lol: . <<jesus my hands are freezing, you'd have thought the NHS could turn on the heating in here!>> Had a big fat fryup for lunch and a coupla pints with the game. A good result for the Scots, they were surpised to get 2 over the line, I don't think they were expecting that :wink:
It's hard to know how much detail to go into about the rest of the day, I'm sure you nosy bunch would like all the gory details but I believe a modicum of decorum is required. A shy retiring type like myself can't go blurting willy nilly about getting naughty naked nude !
My engorged member didn't prevent me saying goodbye to the wench from North of the border, neither did it prevent me going back home, drinking the rest of the bottle of wine and a good portion of a bottle of rum, staying up til 2.30 watching Nathan Barley and more Jam with my kiwi flatmate. a tip top tastic day all in all, Very unexpected and funny.

"Your spleen is damp"

Sunday brought the promise of more rugby and tucker provided by one of my oldest friends. decided to wear socks and birkies for some reason, even though it was snowing, That and my Ray Ban aviators left me cutting quite a dash through the streets of Catford. My mate Em made a beautiful risotto for lunch then we adjourned to the boozer to watch the rugby. What a hopeless show England put up. I have given up hope for this season, Having a biased southern hemisphere ref robbing us of a potential try didn't help, but I'm not going to bleat on about that as any form of excuse for the simple fact that Ireland always looked the better side.
We sank about 7 pints over the course of the next couple of hours, thenwent on to another pub round the corner which had a quiz night with a potential jackpot of £120. Now, the fact that we were all shitfaced didn't hinder us at all, but what really caused a ruckus was that they had the worst format for any quiz I have come across (and I'm a seasoned quiz pro!). the first shit thing was that it was individual not team based, which is a cardinal sin from the off, then basically I think it went like this, everyone had a piece of paper with the numbers of each round on it but they were jumbled up. Each round was 15 questions, but you only had 13 numbers so they were trying to catch you out. Also he read the answers out really quickly at the end of each round and you marked them yourself. <<Skip to the end>> I got the hump with the quiz, and started crashing about the pub like a berserker, bouncing off the walls and generally behaving like a drunken cvnt. Oafish behaviour such as this has been absent in my life for a while so it was qute amusing all in all. Got the bus home with my old housemate from uni, got a curry on the way home, then spent 2 hours talking filth on the phone with the wee durty radge. I can barely remember what we were talking about but I know that it was outrageously lewd.

My memory is shocking when I drink. My personal motto is "If you can't remember it , it didn't happen" which has saved me from embarressment and regret in the pst. I'm sure that I would cringe if I could actually recollect my drunken ramblings. I had loads of great conversations this weekend, but they have all blurred into a strange mishmash . I wish I could actually remember half this stuff. I dread what med school is going to be like, I have no idea how I'm going to actually learn anything.

<<my heart's beating like a fvcked clock>>

Sick joke:
What's the best thing about shagging a 12 year old girl?
-turn them over and it looks like a 12 year old boy.

I think I might get told off for that.....but someone knows what I referring to :wink:



going to my sisters tonight to give her car back, I'm going to miss the wheels, but it does mean that I get to see my little niece. I need to update her piccy on my phone so I'll make sure I get her nice and smiley.

Urgh, need food and water, lunch is calling and I need sustenance.

Laters potaters

[Punky]

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon
Let's get it on
Ah, baby, let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on, sugar
Let's get it on
We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we've to be here
Let's live
I love you
There's nothing wrong with me
Loving you, baby no no
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be
I'm asking you baby to get it on with me
I ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna push, won't push you baby
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
C'mon, baby
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please, let's get it on
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Oh, gonna get it on
Threaten' you, baby
I wanna get it on
You don't have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves ya
Let me groove ya good
Let your come down
Oh, get it on
C'mon, baby
Do you know the meaning?
I've been sanctified
Girl, you give me good feeling

:wink:

[Punky]

[Punky]

To start today off, I think I will link you to one of my favorite things in the world.

http://mknx.com/v/cowbell.wmv

Well, I think after 2 days I am now slowly starting to recover from my weekend of excess. No more drinking for me for a while, Even up to yesterday I could feel a prominent liver and it hurt when I laughed, which as it happens I was doing a lot of. Working on a pancreatic unit doesn't help, every other person has done incredible damage to their pancreas, liver or kidneys through drinking too much, quite sobering really. It amazes me how Doctors can still drink and smoke as much as they do.

Last night I went to see Never Mind the Buzzcocks being shot at the BBC. Mark Lamarr is truly one of the filthiest funniest comics in the biz. Most of his jokes were unrepeatable, but very much in keeping with my current state of filth sloshing about inside my brain. The guests were Richard Fairbrass (he of Right Said Fred fame), who was vaguely interesting, Terri Walker (who she? - apprantly some R&B/Urban singer), One of the members of A-Ha (jesus he was bad) and some bird off MTV who is going out with the one who isn't the monkey out of Busted. Serious barrel scraping when it came to the guests, but Phil Jupitus and Bill Bailey rocked the house, and Mark Lamarr as I have said was just outrageously funny.

Been spending a lot of time on the phone lately, very interesting. I love this stage of getting to know someone, It's always good fun. Will hopefully try to meet up again soon, as that's always preferable, you don't get quite the same intimacy on the phone :wink:

Went to see my sister and niece on Monday night, god she has grown (my niece I mean,) I got round there just after her bath and she was walking around in the nuddy inbetween my sister and her friend. I hadn't seen her walk before, she's so cute. Seeing her grow up is really important to me and that's half the reason why I chose southampton in the first place. It'll be nice to be near enough to visit easily.

I'm reading a great book at the moment: "number 9 dream" by David Mitchell. Set in Japan, he actually comes across as an English Haruki Murakami (an author I rate very highly). Lots of unusual stories, set in a slightly distorted yet very recognisable present.
I found this paragraph that just blew me away as some of the most beautiful writing ever, well to me. It is literary onanism if I am being honest bt still pure poetry. BTW, Goatwriter is a character in a small sub plot. You don't have to know much about him other that he is a goat and he is a writer, does what it says on the tin pretty much.

Where mossy drapes hung so thick that Goatwriter could no longer push onward, he sploshed in a babbling brook. The stream jaggered clattery underhoof not with rolling stones, but with dinner plates. The water was the colour of tea. Goatwriter sipped a mouthful - high-quality, cool tea. He drank his fill and his head cleared. "A stream of conciousness!" he rejoyced.(nice touch!) "I must be in the Darjeeling foothills."
Goatwriter paddled upstream. Lantern orchids bloomed the noon gloom beneath spinster aspidistra. Opal-wingtipped hummingbirds probed syrup-bleeding figs. Far above, the forest canopy was chalk-dusted with daylight. It seemed to Goatwriter that these random dabs of light formed words. "All my life, I searched for the truly untold tale in the arcane, in the profound. Could my quixotic quest be a quite quotidian query? Does profundity hide in the obvious?


On a different note, I have spoken to a friend of mine about getting one of their friends to build mea computer. But if anyone knows where I can get a computer with something like this spec or even XP Pro.

http://www.computerrefurbsadmin.co.u...ail.asp?pid=41

for about £300 - £350 with a Flat screen (minimum 15"), then I will be very interested. Please PM me if you do know anything!