So... what's new?
A while ago I took up the Ukelele. And Shortly thereafter got a job and took part in a play... And worked over christmas... and met with a Girl (more on that later) a bit after New Years. And then I got older (nobody at work found out, and I acheived, at last, a more-or-less anonymous birthday). I was given, among other things, a Guitar.
Oh, towards the beginning of this I bought a new bike, to replace my old bike which had starting falling to pieces. A couple of weeks after buying said bike, it got a puncture. It was repaired, around about my birthday, and I started riding it to work... and then (on the 5th of April, 2013) it got nicked.
I called the police. Actually, I called the emergency number, who prompted me to call the non-emergency police number. After an extended period on hold, I was directed to the Sussex police. Who didn't answer. Eventually, I gave up, and went home, to look online. I filled in a form, sent it in, and was directed to contact the British Transport Police. Several phone calls later, I reached someone helpful. Unfortunately, they now think I am violent because I said, in reference to a known bike-thief in the village that co-workers suggested may have stolen the bike, that "I haven't found out where he lives yet. If I had, you might be getting a rather different phone-call".
This is why I hate telephones. I make too many ambiguous statements anyway, but without the context of seeing me, and therefore just hearing the voice of a twenty-three year-old white male, she assumed that I meant an assault would be being phoned in.
Had I been visible, she would have learned that I am in fact a twenty-three year-old white male weed, and therefore reached the actual meaning, which is that if I knew his address, I would be calling to say ecstatically "I've found my bike! Come and arrest a thieving man and give me my bike back! Hooray!" while remaining a safe distance from said thieving man.
Well, c'est la vie.
Anyway, I discovered shortly thereafter the benefits of retail therapy. I have a new laptop (with a 1 terabyte memory... I'm in something a lot like heaven).
And, returning to the afore-mentioned Girl, who shall remain nameless in case she, like me, Googles herself, and would therefore find out that I meant her (Her, note capital, if I'm honest).
She texted me, the other day, to let me know that a gig of awesomeness, with awesome, and some awe too, was back on. A gig by a band that, let's be honest here, I introduced Her too. And what with Her being capitalised and all, it's quite nice to know that She likes the bands that I introduced Her to, and that She is planning to - and looking forward to - going to a gig with me, to see a band that I introduced Her to.
Any comments on the friend zone will be deleted. Although who am I kidding? Nobody reads this. I'm just keeping a diary and getting a queer thrill from the notion that, unlike traditional diaries, it's actually available for everyone to see, if they bothered to look. And then I'd know that they cared.
Moving on, swiftly and without delay. I'm not psychotic.
So, anyway, this Girl having texted me, I spent time when I should have been working (and should be working now) stalking Her on facebook. With my new computer. I should note that we are actually friends on facebook, and were, I think from Her perspective as well, quite close at University.
But whether I'm stalking-ish Her or not is irrelevant. The real point is that She's written a bunch of songs, and put them on this sound-cloud thing. And they're semi-awesome at least (although in fairness, I'm bound to be skewed. She's capitalised). Unfortunately, as She's remaining nameless, I can't safely link to Her songs without Her potentially finding that Her songs have been linked to and tracking it back to here and working out that it's me writing about Her. The risk is too great.
So I listened to them, and turned momentarily into a mopey teenage girl, and then I had an epiphany.
Facebook could make a fortune blackmailing people like me who check their "just friends" friends' relationship statuses too frequently.
That kind of tailed off, I know. Photoblog starts soon. Life will be more interesting then. And have pretty pictures of pretty things.
