It's cold outside

It really is. I went out at lunchtime and I was so cold I was doing that hurried breathing thing. Not all sexy like when you do it down the phone at someone (before they say they are reporting you and hang up), but like when you jump in an icy lake and in that very instance the breathing fairy steals your lungs! Not sure how many readers of this blog will have actually jumped into an icy lake, I have. I was forced to go on outdoor pursuits holidays in my early teens at school and by crikey I hated every second. Learning to sail in a plastic sailing dinghy in sub zero waters was not my idea of a good time. I would have been happy if they had let me eat barbecued food and skimmed flat stones over the still lochs every day, but ohhhhhhhh no. What 12 year old do you know goes on 25 mile cycle rides answering a questionnaire as he goes? I shall hear nothing about it being character building either, I am still a git. I have memories of eating really cold beans with boys I didn't like, having difficulties with a particularly tricky karabina (is that how you spell it?) white water rafting in nothing more than an old bath (actually that was a good laugh) and going fishing in a small row boat with someone who was scared of water and just sat there with his eyes shut humming (making noise with his mouth shut not stinking...)

I am listening to my own music on myspace as I type this. Big enough ego? Typing guff about myself and listening to myself. I just wish this laptop had a mirror for a screen.

I might write more later. For now, I grow tired (back of right hand limply rests against forehead)...