Saturday, 9 May 2009


I think my body clock's finally got back to normal. I woke up early this morning, and had a read through the paper. You now have to pay for a subscription to read the online version of To Vima. This is good, because paying around €1 a day is a real incentive for me to read it and get my money's worth.

Then I went into town. I had a few things to do. I had to get my hair (that's "hairs" to you, Dan) cut, and get a couple of other things dealt with. I ended up having a burger in Burger King at around 9.30am, and I picked up a games controller (for playing the racing game) for £5.

However, I'm starting to worry about my health. Not in relation to Pig Flu, since it's now 7 days since I was in Canada and I've not started walking on all fours oinking, but I think I might be going senile. This is especially worrying given how young I still am.

The car park I use in town is one of those where you get a ticket on the way in, then pay for it before you leave. For the second time in the last few weeks, I got to the exit ready to put my ticket in and realised I'd forgotten to pay. So I had to go back round the car park to get a space (somone had already nabbed my old one), before paying.

I've been using this car park since it was built around 20 years ago, and I've never forgotten to pay before. Once could be just one of those things, but twice? I think my brain cells are finally wasting away. Maybe I've got a slow form of mad cow's disease from all those burgers.

I finally left town and went to the supermarket. Needless to say I'd forgotten my green plastic bags. For the second time in a row. I was also feeling rather bloated after the Double Whopper Meal, so I didn't end up buying a great deal of food. I also couldn't remember what I'd run out of.

Then I got home, but instead of being good and writing a blog post, I had to make sure that the game controller thing worked. Which meant spending several hours playing, er, I mean testing it. Like crosswords and learning foreign languages, computer games are supposed to help keep your brain from rotting.

I just hope it's not too late...


Jean Knee said...


Jean Knee said...

sorry, it's probably too late. aren't you almost forty?

it's over for you, sorry

Bee said...

I agree with jean knee. It's way too late for you but seeing as how I'm only 26, I should start while I'm young.

Just the thought of Burger King made me bloated.

Chris Wood said...

Life begins at 60, according to PG Wodehouse. Plenty of time yet!

Dan said...

Did your memory start to rot after you cut your hairs? You just might be like Samson.

Brian o vretanos said...

Jean Knee and Bee:

Thanks for your words of encouragement.


I wish it'd begin earlier. 60's far too long to wait.


I think it was going before the haircut, but maybe I'm misremembering...