Another weekend-end

Yes, it's that time late on a sunday evening when it is in fact early monday morning, that I've rolled in from the train in my slightly woe-stricken state and land up making my regular sacrifice on the altar of blog. Sit back, relax, and enjoy, people.

Re: doors on trains. GNER have fantastic, loveable train doors that spring open without you even having to push the button by some miraculous technology. This makes me weep with pleasure and make promises to the virgin perhaps-immaculate to be a better person for just one more door like it. Virgin trains take note. However, I've noticed that every train these days seems to have gone in for the electric-lock-by-button-push on the toilet door. These are most disconcerting, are they not? Because you are never actually sure whether the door is locked or not, giving rise to all sorts of embarrassing scenarios involving you, a toilet and a door whipping open with maliceaforethought (1 word?) just as huge crowds of people walk by. And you cant even do a quick check of rattle-the-handle-a-bit, because there is in fact no handle. Modern technology seems to require a helluva lot more faith in it working and no possible manufacturing cock-up than most religions. The digital age, though fantastic in some areas, is much less desirable in others. I'd rather have a door I can lock myself and machines that have analogue parts that a non-specialist can look at and go 'this is what is buggered' without having to call out specialist company employees at an enormous rate of overtime to fix a problem that may or may not be included in the design (how do you know? if independent examination cannot ascertain the nature of the problem?! Now there's a conspiracy theory for you). Grrrrrrr. And no, the previously indicated situation of a whipping door did not in fact occur to me personally.

Spent my weekend with P again, doing very little and not really wanting to do very much. Bit of a scary asthmatic moment, which I've not had for a while but made me quite worried - though I did eventually have a very good night's sleep. Saw Pirates of the Carribean film, not bad though a bit of a let down as the savvy-count was shockingly low. And the film was over long, and bottom-crampage set in after a while. But I did get some more ice-cream out of it (after being accused of dithering), and then proceeding to dribble it all down my front. Brillyunt. An uneventful journey home, though as always getting a bit more sad with every mile that comes between me an the south and a certain person. And you know, I'm not sure I want it to get easier because that would be a bad thing in a 'familiarity breeds contempt' kinda way. Far rather not have so long a journey, and obviously the main aim at the moment is the return a bit more southerly, though bollocks knows where to, to do what and for how long!

Tasks for the coming week are to include: tidying up all my shite; sorting out my axle nut issues; sorting out bills issues; writing this bloody report at work; phoning everyone I know throughout this week so as to catch up - there's far too many of you I've not talked to in far too long......