So lots has happened recently. Well kinda anyway, mostly I've been watching bad TV and feeling uninspired in a creative sense. Nonetheless my little baby boy was born, he's seven weeks old now and growing fast. He's also not sleeping (Shan, Jodi, that card was prophetically evil) too much but, honestly, he's generally a good baby. Which is nice. He seems to be doing well anyway and Steph appears to have recovered. All good things. Except the lack of sleep. Naturally. It's all cool though, I sit with him most of the day, I'm bringing him up on my choice of unhealthy music, test cricket and dubious fantasy novels of the teen-oriented persuasion. He's gonna be a gem (the physics articles will surely help his future girlfriend prospects no end. Can you say "Bose-Einstein condensate, can you say Bose-Einstein condensate!" )

The kids (the other two, Darren and Jay, my step kids) are back at school after the summer holidays ~cheers, applauds, gets hammered!~ Darren has started Secondary School and will be trying out for the football team tomorrow. He wants to be a Premiership goalkeeper when he grows up which is fine by me. I'll act as his agent and rake in the money then retire when I'm 35 and go trekking through South America to visit the ruins of the Mayan civilisation. Why? Why the hell not! So good luck to him in his dreams. All from the perspective of a loving and financially unstable father figure. Obviously. Jay, on the other hand, might be getting picked upon. I'll see how things progress for the rest of this week and then, if it hasn't improved, have words with the school. Words like 'baseball bat,' 'pain,' 'shallow grave' and 'mild hostility.' If that doesn't work I'll just have to give Jay taciturn permission to kick the other kids arse with extreme prejudice. I hate fighting but sometimes people give you very little choice but to batter them senseless. Occassionally I find myself disliking this world, can't think why...

I'm re-starting my university career soon. 3 weeks from today (Monday) I shall be back in lectures learning and all of that jazz. I'm off to do an MSc, a wonderful MSc of Oz. Or at least of the physics and technology of nuclear reactors. Emerald city and nuclear powered hot air balloons here we come! Honestly though I'm kinda worried about it all. I mean it's been 2 years since I did any physics or, indeed, anything that really taxed my brain and I never had a work ethic to begin with. I'm not sure I'll be able to blag my way through this as I did with the 4 years of my MSci. Ah well, if all works out in about a year from now I'll be living near Kuke or some other lucky soul and providing their electrickery through the magic of fissioning atoms. Don't worry guys and gals, I rarely sleep on the job...

~BOOM!~

If it all goes wrong I'm taking the south west with me!

Ahem.

So yeah, today I went up the road with Darren to get him some new football boots and trainers. Whilst there I got myself a new pair of blue slippers. They're really comfy and were a solid replacement for my old slippers which were falling apart (okay, the real universal binding force [gaffa tape] was all that was preventing their decay into their component atoms.) So yeah, I have new slippers, life is good. Slippers rock.

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Bitter, twisted and better than you.

This message last edited by Geoff on 9/8/2003 at 7:12:09 PM.

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