Yeah, I'm not a warrior: I'm a bored youth.
It's been a while since my last post- not that anyone reads them -but blogs are very...therapeutic isn't the word but... They're good to alleviate something.
I've been lethargic at best over the past few days, creativity has been lacking but my dreams have been rather exciting. I'm increasingly becoming withdrawn from the right sleep pattern. I'm up til 4 and not really tired. I sleep til 3 or 4 in the evening. Night time is when I'm most creative but I get drained by distractions: late night drama such as Kingpin or Oz (what season are they on now? Last season I saw was 5 I think...Fuckin' McManus). The many vagaries of the internet; videogames I've already completed- goddammit why can't videogames be free? -and other stuff.
But fuck it. Here's my observations for today.
Mediocre win by England over Wales.
Richie Benaud's last commentry stint at Lord's: what a character, he'll be missed on the airwaves. Can't you bottle up his charisma and wit and inject it into the grey and lifeless BSkyB commentators. Gower, Beefy and Bumble are alright, but the rest... Ker-rist! Not a patch on channel 4's charm and witticism.
Should we risk Jones? The king of reverse swing? Or slot Collingwood in? Tremlett: an unproven test player? Decisions, decisions. After all, we MUST win the ashes against all costs barring injury to the England boyos.
And now blogging mode has forsaken me in a haze of blase. That's 'bla-zay' but there's no little dash over the e button.