That was March. I hope you enjoyed it.

After 78 days in captivity in the darkest recesses of Nottingham, I’ve learned two things:

1. I can’t count.
2. I tend to over-dramatize things.
3. Nottingham is (apparently) a city.
4. I really can’t count.
5. Only 4 people actually live in Nottingham.

I say that Nottingham is apparently a city because I still haven’t actually made it into the city centre itself so as far as I’m currently concerned, it’s just suburbs and not a lot else. Then again, the flat I’m renting is technically in Derbyshire so what the hell do I know? As for there only being 4 people who actually live in Nottingham, this is based on the fact that of the two Nottingham bloggers that I know of and feature in my listAllFeedRead(), I bumped into one in the local deli. So how big can Nottingham actually be? (Or is it, in fact, just testament to either my magnetic charisma or, more probably, my tendency towards stalking my victims before pouncing?)

Anyway, despite being accosted by a man attired in sweaty, running gear (sorry about that), Ms Rullsenberg was very gracious and charming at the impromptu blogmeet held in the tinned goods aisle. I don’t know what she thought after having someone yell “Oi! You! Blogger!” at her from the other side of the supermarker nor do I want to know what the she made of the contents of my shopping basket (which at that time contained a jar of chili sauce, rubber gloves and a bottle of cheap white wine - don’t ever let it be said that I don’t know how to have a good time!) Anyway, both she and her man were very charming and didn’t hit me so that was nice.

As an aside, I’ve started working on Revelation again although it mostly involves totally reworking the story. A friend told me about a story he’d heard on Radio 4 (on some wildlife program, no less) which was intriguing but also gave me some new ideas which, so far, appear to hold together much better. It’s always suprising how sometimes life can be stranger than fiction.

…sausage rolls.

I must be getting responsible in my old age. Today was the first time I’ve not only been aware of the fact that the Budget was taking place, I also was paying close attention but mainly as small businesses got pretty screwed over last year and the proposals for this year weren’t looking too promising. Fortunately, the big issue I was concerned about has been delayed until next year. Not that it matters anyway as Brown’s last fucking act as chancellor screws most of the people on a lower income anyway and these days, that includes me. Labour: protecting the interests of the wealthy since the Tories messed it up.

Anyway, enough of the politics. What the fuck is with CSI: Miami? It’s fucking dreadful! I know a lot of people rave about the original CSI which I confess to never having watched but I did catch this spin off last night and it was truly, truly terrible. I hope it’s not representative of the rest of its siblings! On a more positive note, I’m currently disappointed at not being able to tune into Virgin One on Thursday nights to catch the Sarah Connor Chronicles Terminator TV show thing. I watched the first one and it seemed quite good or perhaps that was because I think Lena Headey is far, far hotter than Linda Hamilton ever was.

Life in Nottingham is… unsettled. I still don’t have a place to live but am waiting to hear about leasing a flat which will give me a base to run my operations out of. I haven’t ventured far out of the guest house I’ve been staying in but have managed to finally watch the entire third season of Battlestar Galactica which entertained me for a couple of evenings. On the other evening, I rewrote a short script for the umpteenth time so that felt productive too. I celebrated by getting very drunk on Amaretto - I seriously know how to party hard.

That’s it. Nothing interesting. Haven’t finished my review of Cloverfield and rarely get a chance to netConnect() these days.

The year is whizzing past faster than I care to think about. It seems like only yesterday that I was being told my contract was going to end early and here I am, two months later, about to start a new one.

I know I’ve been a neglectful blogger recently, not only in terms of content delivery but also in reciprocating comments or even pageviews. It’s going to get worse before it gets better and I’m likely to be even more absent over the next 4 to 6 weeks than I have been recently. Unless, that is, my new client foolishly decides to furnish me with a laptop. Otherwise it’ll be April before I get one of my own (as getting one before means I miss new legislation regarding capital expenditure plus VAT benefits and other blah blah blah tediously dull stuff that will save me a wadge of readies - stuff I wouldn’t have known about if it wasn’t for Lyle so cheers matey, I’ll be buying a beer and toasting your health the cash I’ve saved!)

On the plus side, being away from home means I get to go the cinema* more. Woot and, indeed, yay!

*They do have cinemas in Nottingham, don’t they?