Donna's and mine 3-year anniversary this weekend! She's working as usual though, which will dampen it a little. Going to celebrate on Tuesday instead, if we get time. Ah... the joys of modern life. Really, really need to get away from it one way or another!

We've just looked at the possiblity of moving to New Zealand. Not ideal as our families all live within an 800-mile radius. But it's definitely a dream. The fume-filled, poverty-stricken London does not appeal to me any more.

Still ain't got a job anywhere else. Had a nice holiday though - in Thassos, Greece.

For my namesday (Polish custom), I'm getting the new Nelly Furtardo album and Blackadder Goes Forth. I'm happy.

A nice and sunny day at last - spring's coming! - Just thought I'd broadcast some good news...

I have just read everything I've written underneath, and decided it's not a blog but a bog.

This is slowly turning into some kind of parody of everything I abhor: lack of direction, arrogance, ignorance and complacency. Every time I sit down to write something, I come up with nothing in its full glory.

So many ideas in my head, yet so little time to test them out. Or perhaps so little enthusiasm or faith.
Many of us curse other people's work, creations, opinions - it is the easiest thing in the world after all to be an armchair critic. Even constructive criticism is a miss as it makes us feel so important and knowledgeable, so much higher than that pathetic thing that we are criticising. We always would have know the correct procedure to implement or get out of a no-win situation. Come on, it is soooo easy. Easy when you know how, easy in hindsight, easy when we are not under pressure, mental or physical, easy when we can see the whole picture.
Nothing is ever black and white, 0 or 100. You're never safe, never exempt from any kind of calamity or tragedy. Sadly we only see this when we've been taught a very hard lesson. Don't ever make the mistake of falling into De Bono's intelligence trap.
I've always aspired to do everything I set my sights on, becoming a jack of many trades and master of none in the process, and yet I find myself criticising mercilessly all those that have succeeded doing precisely the same. And then it only prompts me to promise myself never to do that again. Until the next time.
Perhaps it's time for some serious self-criticism.

Life is sweet, life is bitter. Life is all those things you read about and believe will never happen to you. Life is unpredictable, undetectable and unforgiving. Above all - life is just life and there's nothing more to it. So why do we delve so deep into its meaning? After all, a lot of crap's been written about life, such as in the lines above.

This is my first attempt so I will keep it short and sweet.
It is not my intention to impose my views onto anyone, create a dispute or debate on any subject, but simply to write down my thoughts and feelings in a simple and editable format. It is perhaps more of a memory aid than a soap box.
Thus, from this message onwards, I intend to not upset or derail anyone with any of my words. Should I do so inadvertently, I intend to distance myself from any dispute resulting.
Whether my human nature will allow this remains to be seen.