Busy Easter weekend, that one.
I would love to have been able to relate it as it happened, but thanks to the redoubtable NTL not only was my phone line and internet connection down for the ENTIRE EASTER WEEKEND but most of my TV channels were unavailable as well. Truly, it is a service fit for kings – it certainly seemed to me to be royally fucked anyway.
No problem, I hear you say – I can relate it now that I have a working connection to the outside world again. Well, I would love to, but I seem to have lost my connection to something a whole lot more important than the net – that is, any ability I ever had to write in a fashion that even halfway approached interesting. I’ve tried three times now to write about my weekend. First time round I read it back to myself and realised halfway through that I was actually looking at my own watch waiting for it to end. Second time round I got about a quarter of the way through before my brain leaked out through my ears and made a spirited dash for the door. Third time round I actually checked if this was my blog, then thought to check if I had actually woken up this morning and wasn’t having my “inarticulate moron” dream again.
So after that litany of disaster I find myself writing about my inability to write something, which is surely a case of the tale wagging the blog if ever there was one. The whole thing is made all the more annoying because I actually had quite an interesting weekend. Work was closed Friday and Monday, which gave me a nice long weekend off and I actually had plenty to do. I bought a videogame, went out for a couple of meals, spent time with my family, even took in a play and a movie. It was not my usual long weekend off, which roughly runs along these lines: food, sleep, food, sleep, food, sleep, fume at wasting a weekend, food, sleep etc. No siree, this time I had a good, busy, full weekend.
Yet here I am, keyboard in front of me, net connection open and working away as it should and what am I doing? Are my fingers dancing over the keyboard, painting a picture of a weekend well spent? Are they making you laugh with delightful whimsy? Nah, they’re picking up a cloth to wipe the bloody drool off the keyboard. Okay I was never up for a pulitzer with my initial attempt at blogging (unless of course they’re feeling generous? No? Well, you know where I am if you need me mister or mrs pulitzer person) but at least before now I could put something together that didn’t have me looking at it and crying. Christ, don’t tell me I can write about Derek bloody Acorah and not my own weekends. Okay then, one more try.
Weekend fun in all. Friday fun with family. Saturday fun shopping and fun at theatre. Sunday fun with family and fun at movies. Monday fun playing videogame. Lots of fun had.
Fun.
Fun.
Fin.