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Look at the date of the last post: 10 Nov. That’s a month and seven days ago.

Oh dear.

In my defence, moving house, a holiday, a busy time at work, etc, etc.

Well, won’t happen again. At least, after a little longer it won’t happen again. Like it’s author, this blog is moving house, to a new dedicated domain. And I’m going to take the opportunity to change its name to something I’ve wanted to write under for years, and migrate to MT as well.

All will be revealed over Christmas when I’ve a bit less on!

Pax.

On Friday a big yellow lorry came and three guys loaded all our possessions up and drove them to our new flat.

There are a number of side effects to this:

1. Lots more room. We now have a dedicated dining room and a study. Or at least we will have onve the boxes have been cleared. It’s quite sad how happy I am about having a study!
2. For the time being (until Friday, if all is according to plan) we are back on dial-up internet access. This is bad. Very, very bad.
3. Wiping out a few days to move, plus all the unpacking and sorting time, my chances of completing NaNoWriMo are dwindling. It’s the tenth, and I’ve written about 1600 words. Impressed?
4. Plus the usual remembering to tell everyone who needs to know that we’ve moved that we’ve moved.

Give us a while, and if you think we should have been in touch with new contact details when we haven’t, drop an email from the contact page.

Yes, folks, yesterday saw the start of NaNo. It’s almost 10pm on Sunday the 2nd of November, and have I written a single word yet? Have I what.

Some day this week, I promise.

Yesterday was my twenty-third birthday. It was very nice that loads of people remembered and wished me ‘Happy Birthday’.

Thank you, all.

But 23 feels awfully old (relatively speaking). 21 is still young, 22 is not really of note. But at 23, surely there is some expectation of maturity and sense, and proper adult-ness?

Had our youth weekend away at Garelochhead Parish Church, which is just around a wee bit from Faslane naval base. Eleven of us in all got the train through to Helensburgh, where we were met by the minister from the church.

It was a good time to get to know some of the guys a get better and have a laugh, with new experiences (mountainboarding rocks, but every muscle hurt for the next couple of days) and plenty of chat.

I feel I am just about recovered by now!

Cabin Fever was crap.

Plain and simple: crap.

Got to go see this last week. An experience :-)

It is known that I like Tarantino’s movies – with the exception of the insomnia-curing Jackie Brown – and I’ve been looking forward to Kill Bill Vol. 1. And was not disappointed.

I haven’t really as much to say about this film as I usually do. Violent certainly – got to be among the bloodiest movies I’ve ever seen, but in a slightly silly, comic-book sort of way. Slight let-down at the end, as I’d rather see Vol. 2 now, thank you very much. All in all, extremely entertaining, if not for the faint of heart or those bothered flying limbs.

What a week! Let the posting catch-up commence…

You may have noticed over to the right that I’ve signed on for NaNoWriMo 2003: the challenge to write a novel in the month of November.

Yes, I am a fool.

The target is 50000 words. To write every day in November, that would be an average of around about 1700 words a day. But I won’t be writing every day, because we are moving house on the 7th of November. Rule out a day before and a day after, as well. And we’re going to visit family in NI at the end of the month. Scratch another couple of days. Add in my general lazyness and my general busyness, and you have to seriously question my ability to complete the challenge.

Still, it’s worth a laugh, don’t you think?

Turns out some nice, kind person [arsehole] has decided to make a rather fetching alteration to the bodywork of our (two months new) car [sit on the bonnet and leave a bloody great big dent in it]. I feel so grateful.

Grrrrr.