kicking it old skool

I was joking a few weeks back that summer was cancelled. It was predominantly to freak my girlfriend out. She’s showing signs of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) so naturally in my own twisted way I thought it would be funny. I do stupid things like that. Turns out my prediction was pretty much bang on the money. I’m expecting huge recognition of my brilliance any day now. The down side to the prolonged spurts of torrential rain is of course widespread flooding and bedlam. Last time I check, pretty much all of the Midlands are 6 feet under water. And rising. They reckon the Thames could overflow at any minute and we should run for the hills. Good thing we live on the third floor. I suspect our apartment will soon become one of many sought after riverside properties. Well, maybe not. But when movies about a 21^st century man building an ark start doing the rounds at the local cineplex (comedy or not), I start to wonder.

I find myself becoming quite homesick of late. The bad weather and some such never really bothers me, it’s just lately I find myself thinking about home quite a bit. Which is silly, since it’s ALSO winter at home! But somehow I can tolerate it more there.

Anyhoo, no biggie. I’m sure it’ll be over any day now. If being homesick is the most of my worries, I know I’ve got it good.

Oh, and I’d like to apologise to this man:

…for calling him London’s biggest wannabe.

He obviously had the inside track all along.

[G], out