Living for Disco

This blog has been rather quiet of late. Rather than think it’s something to do with blogger’s block, I think it’s more likely that I’ve come to an end. Alot has been happening lately. I’ve been back in the UK for a job interview. I’m getting married. My return-to-the-uk weight gain has already begun. I just don’t have that old blogging mojo these days. I feel that Disco is most definitely dead.

This doesn’t mean that I won’t start again somewhere else. I probably will. But until then, I’d like to thank everyone who reads, and say, hey y’all, you’re fab.

Sayonara

xxx

Like my improving Spanish? I learned that from Pan’s Labyrinth, a film that I wholeheartedly recommend.

Anyway, I haven’t got much to say because I did nothing over the weekend. My friend Marie and I just sat around in our pyjamas for 48 hours, drinking bloody marys and watching DVDs.

So I have nothing of any interest to say. I looked in the paper, and there is a mysterious outbreak of dead pigeons up north which could have been amusing, but somehow my heart wasn’t in it.

I’ll try and remedy this lack of inspiration by tomorrow though.

I’ve been house-sitting for a friend of mine for the last week.  Actually, it’s more of a cat- and hamster-sitting gig; I’ve been suffering from a lack of sleep, as each night, two persistent cats try to get as close to me during the night as they can.  Usually they sit on my head, particularly when it’s 6am, and they’re tired of waiting for me to get up and feed them.

I got home last night to find a large pile of pigeon feathers drifting forlornly in the breeze of the open bedroom window.

I looked in the bed (remembering a friend who awoke one morning to find a squirrel’s head resting on the pillow, a la The Godfather – I didn’t want to get into bed only to be eyeballed by a mauled and bloody carcass); I looked in my backpack; I looked in my laundry basket; I looked everywhere.

I can’t find the goddamned pigeon.

I’m thinking of moving this site over to the free blogging service on WordPress.

There are a number of features on WordPress that I quite like:

• You can create different pages, so I could have lots of other stuff on here. Not that I would do much with it, other than write nonsense about myself, but the option is there.
• They have a nifty little calendar.
• You can categorise your entries, so that people arriving at the site can browse through all the exciting posts you have ever written about say, pigeons, and be enlightened more quickly than they might have been if they didn’t know there was an entire category of posts all about pigeons.
• erm… that’s it, really.

The ‘cons’ of moving the site are:

• You have to choose one of the ugly and boring templates, which you cannot then change (although according to wordpress, this is so that I don’t have to tax my brain with snippets of HTML or CSS or whatever, and is therefore for my own good). I quite like this leafy autumnal template that I have at the moment, but blogger is pissing me off with its insistence in moving the sidebar down to the bottom of the page whenever I post photos, and being in other respects unimaginative.
• Because you can’t change the templates, you can’t use haloscan for the comments, as far as I can tell. Please enlighten me if this is not the case. This would mean that I would have to leave all my lovely comments on this site.

I don’t know. Who cares? Really?

Pff. I’m off to buy some chocolate.

Why? Why do schoolchildren use pastel coloured ink on white paper?

I’m trying to do some data entry from evaluation forms we collected from a recent tour. If I read any more inane commentary, written in yellow, pale green, or baby blue ink, my eyes will swivel one final time in their sockets and drop, squelching onto my keyboard, condemning me to wander the barren moors with a bloody scarf around my head, like the Earl of Gloucester in King Lear.

Although these days we have the RNIB, so I’d probably be fine.

Anyway, I am going away again. Back Tuesday.