Dark skies above,
Gloomy days below
Wet hours ahead
Dry offices within
The endless pattern
That is work

The same old race, I am not complaining, just writing down what I see and feel.
I do not feel like going to the gym, it pains me when the Fitness centers makes money out of us, but something about January makes me care less.
So its my day's resolution. Not going to the gym today.

I know I will have to go tomorrow, for not going is more painful than going.

I wonder what the weekends holds, about time I started smiling at the girl in HR.
A brilliant evening, perhaps better than mine!

I had come here with the intention of writing about New Hampshire, US politics, and the like, but having read afew blogs, I thought not.

Jobs.
There are many similarities that can be drawn about searching for jobs, finding love is one of them, finding a bus is another, a cop when you are being mugged... its astro-physics, some wiill say.
But like those similarities I mentioned, you just soldier on, put up with the crap patronising questions, the pitying looks, writing 1000s of words in forms of reports and studies, having your ideas nicked way before your back is out of the interviewing room, and the one I hate most, Assessment days... where sadistic interviewers watch with glee how the poor candidates tear themselves apart in attempt to be seen, vertical challenges.

All I can say, put up with the lot, nothing can get any worse, and use each episode( I mean the term)as a lesson. The jobs are out there, its only when you get one that you realise how many vacancies exist in your new place of work.

If this helps, good, if it does not, treat it like any other form of useless advice, I am only trying to empathise.

The BBC, why does the BBC have to send radio presenters to the US for the party primaries? I thought Justin Webb was the BBC guy in the US? What exactly does he have to do when the likes of Simon Mayo are busy interviewing presidential candidates on behalf of the BBC?

Thank God England did not qualify for Euro2008, God help us.....
Still with the BBC, when is a live new year's eve show of musical talent not live? For a moment I nearly used that night's Jools Holland as an example of time travel in my blog.

Oh well, on a happy note, I have a new month's resoluttion, Not to sleep in a stranger's bed...

Well, here I am . The first line always the hardest, but  a happy 2008 to all.
What a difference a year makes, still the same me, older by a year, no longer a student, so no more excuses, I have a job, that I always yearned for, so I am happy, my pride (if ever I had any) still intact, I did not have to queue up at the dole office. But a number of changes, dear old Blair gone, Sir ming has been ceasered, Michael Howard, well disappeared like count Dracula, well I missed all those, but most of all, I regret never putting in writing my sentiments towards the English Footbal team and Steve Mclaren, now that was a juicy story.
 
Many of you used to read my mutterings, well am afraid, there are more to come, I still support Liverpool you know, despite writing off our chances for the premiership this season again!

Well as it is the 1st posting this year, I will keep it clean, I went out last night,  did not get any Russel Brand moments, though I caught a few knowing glances my way, must have been my hoddie, I wonder whether that has set the tone for the year...

Resolutions: Not to make any ass always, get amorous as many times as capable and stay alive.

Its good to be back , I will be reading your postings, so if you get a strange comment, Iam not a stalker. 

What kind of individual would pay to go to bedlam? What kind of individual would watch Celebrity big brother? An honest individual I say. The same individual that would find uncomfortable TV appealing. That would be honest. I for one, love watching horror movies, the sight of blood and screams of death do not make me uneasy. I think I would attend a bull fight… but I would not turn around and call the matadors inhumane.
The uproar that is surrounding the bollywood actress Shilpa Shetty is a sign of the two face3d generation that embodies this country. What did u expect when you decided to tune in to the programme? From Jade Goody to a wannabe wag. Channel 4 and the producer of BB are not stupid, They are exactly like the mangers of Bedlam. They realised a niche market of viewers that kind of programme would tap into. There is no way you can watch big brother and then turn around and accuse the programme of promoting racism and bigotry. You get what you pay for, no two ways about it.

I used to like Channel 4. In the mid to late 90s, it had that bohemian, devil may care cutting edge outlook. The kind of programmes it was screening were edgy and hard hitting. Everyone remembers “queer as folk”, the week long screening of programmes and films on BDSM, the political satires, all that is gone, what we have instead is the tired old routines of getting misfits into a house all for a 5 figure sum. The people on there are crap, crass, no manners, arrogant and stupid. I always had a thing for lesbians like any other hot blooded male, after hearing of Jackey Goody’s antics, my image of lesbians has been shattered. Would I want to be kidnapped by sex starved lesbo nymphomaniacs and taken to a desert island? No way, the passing of wind has put an end to that fantasy… instead I am left with a tedious torturous task of coming up with new fantasies… thanks Channel 4, you have opened my eyes.

In Mathematics, we have prime numbers, Physics we have atoms, biology we have cells, in prose and language, I suggest irony.
A number of studies have been carried out with the ubiquitous conclusion being cells are the building blocks of life, prime numbers, well u would not have a credit card without them, but irony? I would love to dwell further on it.
It Monday I know, still too early in the week to be thinking deep, but spare a thought for me. I was awoken by my DAB radio blasting the French national anthem, I thought it’s a was a technology mishap, and was rubbing my naked chest with glee, a fault with the radio, a possibility of a refund perhaps… but no, it was radio five live. It was about the release of official secret documents that dated back to 1950s, where the then French prime minister proposed a union with England under the premiership of Eden. We could say it was gonna be a no way, for Churchill had proposed the same in 1944. I will not bore you with history, but the cabinet said no.
Where does Irony come into play? Well according to a poll, radio five’s, 70% of listeners said they would have like a union with France, it could be the property investors who would have wanted to settle in southern France, or the hedonists that would have loved the liberal lifestyle of the French, or the wine drinkers perhaps, imagine substituting real ale for champagne… anyway the majority were for a union.
Scotland, land of the kilt, 80% of the English would love a separation and Scotland as an independent nation.
This is where the irony comes into play. What have the English got in common with the French that would make a union so appealing that they do not have with the Scots that would make a separation appealing? Being an outsider, is that a correct phase, (well I am one despite what the commission for racial equality would want me to believe), being an outsider, I am amused about the complexity of the British nation, what exactly do you want?

I have another for you, will the Prime Minister intervene in the ongoing investigation on the radar system supplied to Tanzania by BAE systems and the 30% commission fees that were paid to the Indian middlemen to “smooth” the deal? But yet again Tanzania has no royals, and no oil? IRONY, it could be the holy grail.
Monday awaits!