When victory honks its horn

Another win and the cars erupt once again. Horns blare, flags fly and drivers and passengers cheer. Italy this time, who seem to have much fewer local fans than Portugal (clear leaders, especially with last night drumming), Brazil (runners up) and Spain in the celebratory noise championship. But they give it a good go regardless. Well done them.

The beautiful game?

I decide not to watch it as a timid act of defiance, so I force myself to read a book instead. But then the chapter ends and the remote calls me, gives me a sly wink and say 'go on, just for a minute, what harm will it do?'. So my resolve crumbles and I turn it on, just to check the score of course. And then I revert to type, asking myself approximately 70 minutes later the only possible question, why? Is it the unusual atmosphere, the lack of pissed people surrounding me, is it the hot weather that keeps my fan on overdrive? Or am I just restless for something to happen, something, anything?

Words of wisdom

When a man is wrestling a leopard in a middle of a pond he is in no position to run.

R.I.P.

My camera is dead and I am blind once again. It was not even a year old but it had enough. So no more photos of flowers, my feet or my pet gnome. No more posting to Flickr, no more attempts to capture that perfect ray of light. I mourn its passing and secretly hope that unknown forces can bring it back to life...

Summer

Its a glorious day and I'm sitting inside typing this. There is a word for people like me, but I can't quite remember it... ho hum

Curve

It is proving slightly steeper than I might have hoped. One minute up and the next thing you know, you're down again. Emotions taking control and reality taking an unwelcome leave of absence. I feel I'm on a crash course, but someone has nicked my helmet...

Silence

Some say that silence is golden, but there are times when it really isn't. I want it to be broken, but it looks increasingly unlikely. So back to the drawing board for me....

Memory block

I sit down to write something important and then it is immediately lost. The keys make their distinctive sound as my fingers glide over them trying to make sense out of the jumble sale which is my brain at present. I type one thing but, no, that wasn't it. I delete, write again then delete once more. What am I trying to say?? The purpose of this post eludes me......