Glory Hole

Please don't assume that the title is related to the people I met at the weekend, the litte tunnel you see in the distance of this shot is called the Glory Hole. I've always wanted to blip this but tend to avoid the hustle and bustle of the city centre wherever I can because 80% of the general public are actually wankers not really my type of people. However it was a first lunch of 2011 with my friend Alison so we hit town.

The sculpture over the River Witham was an addition in the nineties and caused some anger when it was first unvelied, being classed as a 'monstrosity'. I'd argue the only thing that really drags this shot down is the Wilkinsons on the left, and even that I can't knock too much as it was 'relaunched' six weeks ago by some Lincoln City players.

On the right you can see the Waterside shopping centre, not sure where it got its name.

So that's the shot, and for once I am actually quite happy with it. Hmmm something must be wrong, I just confessed to being happy with something.

In an unusual twist to my usual predictable ranting, today I am going to list things I am happy with:

My boss being out until Monday, giving me muchos time to work on my fanzine 'The Deranged Ferret', and creating a lovely opportunity to provide you with thisarticle about my endeavours. Oh there is also this little presentation that also made me happy, although I concur I'm better behind the camera.

Ummm..... I'm happy that Channel 4 repeat Shameless on a Wednesday for anyone who misses it on a Tuesday due to a marathon FIFA session with Kirky.

I'm happy that I can use three days holiday and yet be off work from 21st April until May 3rd. I'm going to use that time to go to Cornwall possibly on my own and set up camp somewhere with plenty to drink and smoke. I wanna be a hippy.

Remember that track, I wanna be a hippy? Completely went against the whole being a hippy thing, what with it being techno rave bullshit. I also had to chuckle at the song the other year that started 'I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair'. Punks didn't have flowers in their hair, maybe flour and water, or spit, or dye or something like that.

I saw a girl called Dye I used to work with the other night. Big girl now. I'm not sizest at all, but as soon as she saw me she went 'still ginger then'..... I had to resist the comment 'still a salad dodging fridge raider with no will power then'. She actually had a coffin in her house, she was into 'am dram' and had to build one as a prop for a play: she built two and kept one. I'm not sure but I think that classes as weird.

Mind you she wouldn't fit in it these days.

I have a feeling over the next two months someone or something is going to change my life. I hope to god it isn't chlamydia.

Haha thats a joke although once an ex girlfriend made me go get tested because she thought my previous ex was 'dubious' (she was but hey ho). Horrible experience sitting on a chair in a waiting room surrounded by people discreetly scratching themselves and suddenly thinking 'everyone who has sat on this has a little extra cheese on the taco' at which point you switch seats. After a while it dawns on you every seat in there has been sat on by a carrier and eventually you spend the waiting time trying to make it look like you're sat down whilst gently holding your ass about a millimetre away from the STI lathered seating.

Or am I just a bit paranoid?