1)I found so much of my 90s Techno Fabulous stuff on YouTube yesterday. This is all very lovely and everything, and it's done it's best, but I can only listen to these songs online innit? And I can't write videos into MP3s can I.
As a result, I have 5 browsers open on my computer and am madly shuffling between each song so it's a sort of Million Pages Of YouTube Open playlist. Distracting.
2)I'm going on a fishing trip this weekend. No, not 'that type of fishing weekend' weekend, a trip where the fine icthological trout flow freely in the gurgling streams, amongst a backdrop of gently rising Lydenberg foothills that reach into the crisp sky. Like rural Scotland. Maybe.
A whole lot of us are going on a fishing expedition with Big T. The last expedition included a dude rugby tackling a fridge and tripping all the electricity, and whopping quantities of red wine in front of a fire.
I fished using a net, standing deadly still in gumboots in the freezing river – poised and ready to strike. Like a wild cat in its natural habitat. A hungry feline, carnally honing in on its meal.
I don't have the patience to deal with twine getting caught in bushes and just standing there with a pole, uninvolved and hoping that something might swim past and bite. Don't fancy not being allowed to talk while I do it either.
I stood there, frostbitten, imagining catching a large and forgiving fish, using pure reflex and dexterity.
I imagined boring down on one, then presenting it to the dinner table as a large gift, that just happens to taste fucking incredible with lemon juice and garlic.
And there would be much celebration. And we'd charge our glasses to the most amazing freshwater fish caught by a woman; using only a net. In freezing water.
Yeah. Never quite materialised.
I will persist again this trip. And also drink a lot of red wine and play the fool.
Big T said he's put me in charge of music. What a sweet guy, the others, though, might not agree enthusiastically with his decision. How perfectly fucken marvellous.
3)I have signed up for Allen Carr's smoking rehab.
My name is Peas and I am a smoker. [Hiiii Peas.]
Have booked my seat and taken a day off for the big moment. It's a whole day session. And they pretty much guarantee success.
If not, [Discovery] gets its money back, after two free back-up sessions.
This pretty much has to be it. Anyone who smokes knows how fucking hard it is to give up permanently, and how it gets harder to give up every time you try. I'm terrified to stop; gaining weight, being a super psycho bitch from hell for a week....but the chapter has to be over.
Everything in my life is right at the moment. In that I am happy, stable, content, all the good stuff. The one thing I need to fix is my quitting smoking.
That's pretty much the only personal thing that bothers me these days, the smoking.
So, yeah 19 September. I wish I could do it sooner and just get it over and done with, but that's the only session straight after Greece.
It's apparently a completely different approach to other smoking rehabs like Smokenders, but I've only heard good things about the Allen Carr method.
I will give it my best and most amazingly resilient shot. (The quiz on Smokenders revealed that I 'have a high level of readiness' to stop. Doesn't everybody though?)