This blog was, until recently, probably the swishest looking section on my website (in terms of presentation). Not any more! I've just updated my photo gallery using a very nice little Flash player thingy called SimpleViewer - and I have swish galleries of photos of my Midget and of giant tortoises, so go have a look!
But... I must admit that I did actually swipe the whole concept from Dave Aspinall and his photograph site at windydave13.co.uk
Aha, I'm back posting again. There was a temporary hitch whilst my blog was, erm, 'disconnected' from my site due to past girlfriend stuff - but we're back firing on all cylinders again.
The highlight of today has got to have been finding a hedgehog. On the corner of the famous Warwick Road (MUFC, Old Trafford) - in the scraggly-looking corner bit by the town hall. The little critter was rummaging around in the crisp packets and lager bottles so I took it next door to my mate's house in a box and it escaped and hid in the garden...
64,000 dollar question: how do you pick a prickly hedgehog up? It was okay because it was a very friendly hedgehog and it didn't curl up into a spikey ball - it was happy to slide onto my hand.
Go and visit the Hedgehog Charity C.R.A.S.H. because hedgehog's are gorgeous sweet things that are falling in population and getting squashed by cars (the technical insight of my MSc Conservation shows...).
Imagine an Olympic stadium, lit up with floodlights, buzzing with the noise of 80,000 spectators. It's the 100m final: 10 men fire out of the blocks and literally fly down the track, you can feel the slipstream. Now picture a tortoise very very slowly creeping alongside in pursuit - go on, imagine yourself down at ground level with it , watching as Linford disappears over the horizon. Feel the tortoise within you.
That's me keeping my blog up to date.
The last time I wrote an entry I was living as a tutor in a hall of residence at Manchester University, growing a mango tree on my desk while 18-year olds called Quentin raced other up and down in shopping trolleys at 3am with no intention of going to lectures in the morning or letting any other bugger get any sleep. That was nearly a year ago. Now lots has changed and I'm back living in Urmston, which is nice. And I'm no longer going out with Kimmy (girlfriend in earlier posts, who is now a doctor and doing very well). And FC United have turned out to be self-serving scum living off the name of MUFC.
And I'm finally back with a broadband connection so I'm planning on having a go at actually keeping up this blog. Famous last words...
