Posted 1:11 PM by Gobbler
The Phoenix Blog

Heh heh. thought youd got rid of me, eeeh? thought i should blog off or die? Like my hair, i wont lie down when im supposed to. The blog lives on.

Before i go any further, let me say a word away from teh opriginal subject matter of todays fascinating blog. I am Aragorn. Looking at a few blogs just now i followed the link to find out what lotr character i was and it appears that im now aragorn. nothing to do with having a huge weapon and having the ability to dextrously wield it day and night without tiring, or being kingly and all, but vecause i smell. odiously answer question two or three and thats what youy get it seems. anyway i've had a wash now and im back. and the blog is back. Thought i was cool now that im back and aragorn and all but apparently its just that im still smelly.

but how did it happen? from rio to londinium and onwards from there to humble nerris? Mister humour master, the Godmeister himself, gave rio de janeiro clear skies on the day i left, but i had not the time to lounge on the beach, it was home time. The journey was uneventful as i remember. the most peculiar thing, and only one of note, was that i felt a similar anxious anticipation returning home as i had felt on the flight to bangkok, all those months ago. We edged closer, i pondered what it would all be like. I wore exactly the same clothes on the flight as i had left in. This master stroke of unclean comedy was completely lost on my rentals as they picked me up.

And what has it all been like? Exactly the blooming blinking same. its as if ive been in a coma for 7 months and have just reawoken. Whats changed? Virtually Zip. A few new crap tunes on the radio, although it seems that 'Last Christmas I gave you my heart' is still discombobulatingly popular. SAme rain. I would have liked to say that the only thing that had really changed was me. WOrldy wise, hardened, thinned, knowledgable. I am a little thinned, tho a hundredweight of steak and a cellar full of fine wine in the latter stages of s. america succeeded in reversing the thinning process a tad. Coming through customs into the throng of people looking for their friends and family, i could not see anyone i knew. i moved out into the main area and approached the throng of people from the other side. spotting my dad i moved over to him. afternoon dad, i said. it was only 7:30 am but thats a minor point really. Back home. Back to normal.

My parents picked me up from Heathrow and on the way to my aunts for breakfast, tensions rose as the correct route was found. as always.

My brother had planned to meet at the airport, but was late. as usual (seems a little harsh to say 'as always') Apparently there was a slight technical problem regarding his place of abode. Apparently, the previous evening, what he had gained in beer he had lost in door keys and mobile phone.

Gran died, and we posted her off this morning. She passed away a couple of weeks ago but they'd kept her in the fridge for my return. i went to see her yesterday, a quick goodbye, and can verify that shes definitely moved away. This at least was not something that always happens back home and, barring any particularly unsettling future event, wont be happening again.

HOme is the same, and the roast chicken still tastes damn nice and chickeny. the fridge is still full of beer. dear old mum is still unable to resist tidying my room whenever im away for a few days. imagine the times shes had with seven months to play with. Last night at 7:48pm exactly i finally located the bed. progress.

So Blogreaders, what do we do now? My next step, which i will take in a couple of lines, is to have a beer and contemplate the meaning of blog. i suggest you get one too, or perhaps a glass of beaujolais. if you make like the blogger you may think like the blogger, and that way we may reach a similar plane of thought and attain blogana. Blogtastic. mate.

ready? excellent. now then, whats next? Aside from the obvious, a little soiree to china will be had on Jan 31, but more of that later. oops, got distracted and all of a sudden the beer ran out. its a child size bud, a ridiculous 207 mililitres. Point one: what kind of amount is 207 mililitres? point two: why are they selling kiddie sized alcoholic beverages? dont they know that little jonny prefers alcopops? point three: why does everyone bar me, including the damn people who make it, think that bud is nasty alcoholic piss? I like the stuff, tho its not quite the same as the Badger Ale i had at lunch today.

More sharpishlike. tomorrow is christmas eve. many extraordinary things to be done tomorrow, one of which is the local pub, the white heart, for the seasonal beverage consumption. then i sahll go home, hang up my stocking, and hope that santa thinks kindly of my last years activities.

Kat: hello there madam. Got to say that its refreshing to wear something other than a shirt made from fetching table cloth material. Got a green tshirt on, wow, i had forgotten all about green. Have a spanking chrimbo young lady.

TO all at home: if ive not got in touch yet, i will, just been quite busy/done over etc. and anyway you are punks so what do you expect? heh heh