Punchline
Something vaguely amusing happened earlier today. Some people said some things which at the time sounded both banal and somehow poignant. I would have liked to have encapsulated this moment in writing and finished it off with a witty punchline.

Lacks and Doubts
Not sure if its lack of an angle or lack of time or lack of motivation - but some or all of these lacks seem to keep me away from here at the moment. Inspired today by the approaching end of my week off work - where did it go? and by catching up on "old stokie". Still fishing for an angle tho. I have this idea which isn't so much eating away at me - more boring at me. I want to write a book about facebook - mainly about why some people do it and other don't. A contemporary analysis of a communication epidemic. The thing is - so far - all this idea does is get in the way when I'm reading a book or listening to music. This is the nearest I've got to putting anything down. Its those bloody lack's again. I've got a couple of extra ones on this project also. You'd better do it quickly or someone else will, you'll never have time to do it properly, with work and son and relationships, if you do it it'll be crap - best to hold onto the idea as a seed rather than let it grow into a weed.

Do I have what it takes to be single minded enough to get something done. I see other doing it, the mad professor, my glorious leader even old stokie at times. Am I willing to let go of all the distractions and dispersions - the dozens of mini projects and side interests and put it all inot getting one thing done well.

Eyewash or Handwash?

"What do you think about this swine flu thing?", I asked.
We were in the pub after watching Gran Tourino at the Showcase. He was drinking a strange orangey cider known to locals as Thatchers. I sipped a pint of Easton Ale as part of my real ale renaissance.
His face contorted into somewhere between a grimace and a cringe.
"You don't take any notice of all that hype do you?, he said - putting me on the back foot.
"You think its all hype?", was my parry.
He went on to rant about the media coverage of the supposed pandemic which hadn't really seemed to affect anyone badly yet. I disagreed politely - but was interested as i had missed some of this hype. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong/right place.

I called on her door to pick him up on friday. I was a bit early as I'd been the the hospital for my quarterly check up. She's left a message on my mobile that morning to say that he'd been off school that day as he seemed hot thennight before. I had been relieved by the normal tone of the message as I'd been anxious since a long overdue and difficult meeting with her two days before.

As she opened the door I noticed a sign on the wall inside asking vistors to use the anticeptic handwash positioned on the banister. I was shocked as it seemed like the sort of thing you got going into a hospital - not a house. She was anxious in her demeaner and asked me to take a small bottle of handwash with me to use when we were out and about. In the car he tols me she was worried.