Bathroom was successfully wallpapered. Hurrah! It was a relatively easy job and there was only only little bodge along the way. In our bathroom hung two ugly plastic towel holders that we never used. Today was the day that I was going to remove them and throw them away – I could not way, the anticipation was palpable. So I removed the first no problem, but the second was a toughie has the final screw seemed to be cemented into the wall. I had the bright idea of using a set of pliars to gently loosen the screw, but instead I managed to dislodge a thumbsized piece of the wall. It must have been a magic screw – too tough for a screw driver, but too weak for the pliars, despite me being gentle. Oh well, thick blown vinyl wallpaper covers a multitude of sins. The Missus was dead impressed with the result when she came home from the 9 to 5. Who knows – maybe next week I’ll tackle the hallway? Look, there goes a pig in a helicopter.
Am I boring you with these tales of DIY? You would tell me if I am boring you, wouldn’t you? So why do you come here avid reader? What juicy titbits do you hope to read? Nah….I’m giving nothing away. If you want to know what’s really going on, you’ll have to ask. I realise that I have been neglecting me old blog, despite paying for it. A guy off the radio was saying that it is incredibly arrogant to keep a blog because you expect people might want to read what you write and that your life is THAT important. Hmmmmm….
Now the thing about writing or any creative pursuit (whether it be blogging or whatever) is that you have to have a degree of arrogance. Writers have to be conceited otherwise the page would remain empty. You create not because you are paid to, or that you think someone might be reading (or listening) but because you have the drive to do it. Why write a novel? Because you expect people to read it? No…most novels get written because the writer WANTS to tell the story. Like music, which often gets recorded because the musician does it for themselves. I know I record the songs/albums that I want to hear and fuck what everyone else thinks. If you care what anyone else thinks you don’t get anything done. See…arrogance…conceit…
Or maybe I really am an arrogant so-and-so. I know my shyness is often seen as aloof arrogance. Who knows? But the thing is that I am trying to resume the blog and that I’ve got to forget that certain folk might be reading and to stop worrying what people might think. The bottom line is that I pretend that I don’t care, but I do care and I need to toughen up and really not give a fuck. OK?
That’s some tough talking, Darren, but I thinks you is still a pussy…

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