So here we are again... in Rambling sane thoughts of the terminally me

It's always such a pleasure.

Is, of course, the credits song for Portal 2. It has nothing to do with this entry except the fact it iterates my feeling of having arrived back at somewhere.

The somewhere in question being August the 5th. For those of you not in the know, this means I have now survived being me for 33 years. For those of you that know me at all, you will agree that this is something of an achievement.

So what am I doing to celebrate this monumental occasion? That's easy. I'm working. It's a tuesday, I was unable to book a holiday because I'm training, so I'm at work.

Drat.

So my parents called me a couple of a days ago and ask if I'd like to go out to a pre-birthday meal. Nice thought huh? They're over in Northumbria for their holidays so it made a good half way marker. Should only be a quick jaunt after work right?

Nope. For some reason my parents chose this pub called the "fisherman's arms". For some reason nothing, it's blatantly because it has the word fisherman in it. This particular pub is in Bergham. IN SCOTLAND! Why did they think this was a good idea? I wouldn't mind if it was the best pub in the world but it wasn't. Don't get me wrong, it was nice but at a 120 mile round trip for tea I was expecting to be blown out my socks. The food was fine, very tasty in fact, but nothing you couldn't have in Newcastle. The scenery was, in fairness, gorgeous but it wasn't like I could take long to look at it from behind the wheel of the car.

It was lovely to see the parents, of course. It always is. I couldn't have a drink but that's ok because I'm generally still trying to stay off the sauce. Diet is going too well to give up on it now. It did, however, lead to a slightly rushed feel to the evening. We met up, had food, and then I was driving back home again. 'Twas hardly the complete Shaw experience.

Then on the way home, as we were going through Coldstream, there was suddenly a police car blocking the road. Traffic was mounting up behind it. We thought it was some sort of pile-up or something. Nope! Coldstream was having a parade. At 9pm on a monday evening. Coldstream has a population of about 2000. Who the HELL was this parade for? There was horses; costumes; a brass band; the whole shebang! It took 20 minutes to get going again.

So the whole thing has felt like a bit of a non-entity really which is shame. I kind of wanted to make something of this one as I'm still single and wanted to do the whole "fuck this, I don't need a woman to complete me" sort of thing but it seems to have turned more into "fuck this, I don't have time to have a birthday" sort of thing.

I suppose, on the plus side, I could just pretend I'm still 32 and keep my birthday for when I need it. Yeah, emergency birthday. I like it.

Anywho, ramblerambleramble kiddies. Later!