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Quiet Sunday

Well it’s the end of a long weekend, and I’m knackered; which is strange as I’ve done very, very little all weekend, it was Mum’s 50th on Saturday, so popped up to say ello, and other than bimbling into town for papers and biscuits I’ve done nothing at all. Dave’s been away all weekend which is the first weekend we’ve spent apart in ages: if the weather had been nicer I might have bimbled into Soho or down the south bank for galleries and drinks, but it’s been pretty cold and miserable, so I just couldn’t find the energy to do that.

Thinking about getting a new TV at some point, I’ve never been a big one for AV kit I have what I need, and it’s a fair collection, but especially on the visual side it’s always been stuff that just does the job, but with HD coming along and having obviously seen the benefits of HD using my Mac, I’m noticing the stark difference in quality between my TV and HD video, so I’m beginning to put the feelers out for a new TV to replace the trusty JVC that’s served us so well up until now, one thing I’m not sure of is whether I can really be arsed to pay for SkyHD, it’s awfully expensive for what appears to be little more than a slightly upgraded and re-boxed Sky+ box. I’m also not going to fall for Sky’s marketing shit, I’m going to wait to see what the faults with the system are, as we were early uptaker’s of the Sky+ service, and as anyone who’s read this blog for any period of time will know that box has it’s fair share of oddities and quirks, something I’m not willing to pay 300 odd quid for all over again quite yet.

Back to work tomorrow, so off to get a reasonably early night: it’s going to be a manic week, all over the shop next week with new and potential clients… with that and dealing with several projects that are close to launching all on the books at the moment it’s quite manic: and I’m going to resist watching any live Big Brother tonight as I did last night, I can see Big Brother becoming addictive again, although that Shabaz just give’s me the creeps, reminds me of a couple of people I’d rather forget.

Coming up to Christmas

Paranoid… That’s the conclusion I’ve come to, either I’m paranoid, or the people around me are, getting so bored of dealing with other peoples problems, can’t understand why some people think I care, the people I really give a shit about I can count on my hands, that’s it, the mood i’m in today the rest can go and swivel… It’s strange, but there are certain people in my life I’d die for, I’d litterally do anything for, but then people seem to take it that I’m like that with everyone: well horrible moment of clarity for the masses: I don’t…

It’s coming up to that time of year again – yes, christmas… Oh joy! Don’t get me wrong I love christmas (actually that’s a lie, I love the presents and chocalate) but why oh why do family feel the need to drag up the same conversations each year… some distant relative will no doubt engage me for an hour on the phone asking if i’ve started courting yet; and what am I supposed to say? “No i’m shagging around with random blokes” – hmmm… can’t see that going down well. So I reckon this year will be another of telling said distant relatives with blushing tones that i’m just busy with work, and don’t really have time to find a girl.

Thing is: being gay and all, everyone in my life that needs to know, knows that i’m gay, parents, immediate family, all my friends, and everyone at work, but I don’t see the point of broadcasting my sexuality from the rooftops to everyone. I mean for crying out loud; I’m me, I am who I am not because I take it up the arse, but because of the person I am, the acheivements I’ve made. So why does everyone assume that if I don’t tell them I’m gay that i’m living some big lie? When the actual fact is that they just don’t need to know. Straight people aren’t expected to walk into a room and broadcast who they’re sleeping with, how good they are, and whether they intend to adopt? So why the hell should that be expected of me?

And don’t forget… A problem shared, is gossip :o)