Posted 7:09 PM by Lindsay Hutton

According to the “stats”, we crept over the 600,000 mark sometime on Sunday morning. That’s from October 2006 until now. My inactivity here doesn’t seem to have hampered the drop-in’s too much.

There is an urge to quit altogether but I there’s still work to be done here. Not like facebook. I’m planning a cull over there at the very least. It’s still useful as a basic communication tool but that’s it. Plan is to reduce the number to people I’ve actually met or know but let’s see how that goes. I’m not working from the luxury of asking people to “de-friend” me so I can wheedle more people in, I just need to lose some "weigh", actually I started this yesterday when a couple of “posts” got up my humph.

I’m not sure what it was, maybe an attempt to rekindle my youth, but this past weekend I took in both Avengers Assemble! and The Amazing Spider Man. It seemed like a good idea at the time but in practice not so much. Both rely heavily on effects so that seems to trumph any necessity for actual imagination. It’s like sitting in the middle of a particularly noisy video game and I can’t be arsed with that.

In addition and in my opinion, they’re too chuffing long.

I almost never pick up the phone these days as a deterrent to the constant barrage of calls trying to help me out with payment protection insurance or accident blame or double glazing/kitchens. Sometimes I win holidays too but I never claim them. I prefer to let others partake, how big hearted is that? It’s just invasion after intrusion upon personal space. Who really, in this day and age, is going to respond positively to cold calling? I guess that calls cost nothing now so they can practice their mosquito-like fare because they expect to be swatted. I appreciate that they want to help me. Like all those messages about supplying Viagra and other gear, if I want something then I’ll seek it out. The latest offer seems to be qualifications not worth the inkjet paper they’re no doubt printed on.

Virtually everything is worthless. There’s always a wheeze, always a cheat, for everything. While on the arse end, it gets harder and harder to make ends that were never destined to meet in the first instance. I need a change of scene, a bolthole where I can just piddle about and not be disturbed unless I choose to be. Is that too much to ask? Probably it is.