And the men who hold high places must be the ones to start...

I must do something about the lack of Rush in my music collection.

So to recap.

It's been a busy old year so far.

I've added to the list of things I'd never expected to do at work: drawing all over meeting room walls. Which has been fun. I spent six weeks immersed in some risk analysis work which somehow managed to span 11 000 words, more post-it notes than I care to remember and two meeting room walls. It kinda took over for a while, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and I hope I managed to sit back and let the rest of the team slice it all up with good grace. I'm looking at a couple more tough weeks and then.

More busy I suspect.

Which'll be fun too.

I've had the requisite bouts of flu and sickness, the consequences of which were mainly missing an old friend's birthday party, apparently with naked dancing. Now I've never been at a party with naked dancing in before (and I'm hoping it was naked female dancing, but that's probably just me), and I suspect opportunities for such are rapidly diminishing. I must get up to Cabbage again soon.

I did manage to make it up to Nottingham to see the best show I've ever seen Metallica play. Funny to think it's been 22 years and 6 shows since Dan and I first saw them together. An auspicious start to the gig year, with The Broken Family Band, Blur and Neil Young to follow. So far.

I haven't looked at my Facebook page in almost three months now, but have managed to catch up with a few of my fellow 6+ billion inhabitants on our spinning rock.

And I finished a Monopoly game that's taken over a year to complete. Damn it, Darth won.

I watched Watchmen. Which was about as good I suppose as any of us had reason to expect. Beautiful looking, focused, brutal, occasionally a teensy bit boring. And utterly pointless since it brings nothing new to what lies on the pages of the book, other than successfully illustrating why Alan Moore doesn't believe his work should be filmed. Still, I can't wait for someone to have a bash at Lost Girls. The Wrestler, Gran Torino and Man on Wire have all been movie highlights. Twilight, on the other hand, might possibly the worst film I've ever seen. I'm all ranted out on how bad it was but since we're here. For the record I'd rather smear chipotle sauce under my eyelids and slice my ears off with toenail clippings than have to watch that tedious stench of teen angst tedium again.

I've had a Kingfisher fly past my face, all streaky electric blue and orange and I've felt elated watching the morning sun bounce of the gold leaf as I've run past Hampton Court with Hans Zimmer's soundtrack to The Thin Red Line poddied into my ears.

But best of all.

I've seen light in what have been dark places.



Up to speed again. Don't leave it so long next time huh!