Bah Humbug

[liadnan]

I'm still tired, and fed up, and there's a few hours yet to go. Again. I know this is all part of what I signed up for, and at least I'm not in the position of people in commercial City solicitors' firms, where there are showers and beds in the offices for a reason... but still.

Last job went out fairly quickly in the end. 'Twas a situation where we couldn't work out why someone had done something, and after looking around it somewhat suspiciously for a long time I came to the conclusion that the answer was "because their legal team are idiots".
Hopefully that thought won't come back to haunt me.

Feeling depressed, albeit in an existential rather than specific way. If that makes sense, which I doubt. I reserve making sense for when I need it these days.

I never have the time to write anything any more. No, that's a lie. I never have the energy to write anything anymore.

Ho hum.

I am not kidding about the "current music" by the way. It's brilliant, I don't care what anyone says, and I fully intend to get myself a copy of "Make Hay, Not War" if I can. Admittedly it lacks the genuinely superlative voice of wossname (Nutter?) on the "Pissing the night away" line, but otherwise it's a treat...

And now it's finished and I have to chose between Pet Shop Boys Actually and a recording of a live U2 concert from that short moment between them having a genuine claim to the title "greatest rock band in the world" and their realising it and almost immediately turning into a bunch of self-indulgent wankers. Oh, and there's the Alabama 3 CD as well, but all their songs sound like their one real hit, the Sopranos theme. Which is admittedly a damn fine song. Heigh ho, decisions, decisions.

Sorry, burbling. Onto the next thing.

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You win. :)