Pointless drivel plus some lovely links for you.

I am back in the Hoe after a swift weekend in the Shire for Mother's Day. Interestingly, and in this particular order, I managed to get drunk with (and spoon) Lady (who is a mother), have a drink and chats with her mother (my mummy number two), have Sunday lunch and watch Larkrise To Candleford with my own mother, and discovered that a mate of mine is going to become a mother this autumn. Unfortunately I didn't get to see Auntie, which is rather upsetting, due to the fact that she was at Blood Brothers, a show about a mother, with her mother-in-law, and pregnant.

Muchly enjoyed the weekend though. Instead of watching Wales lose and England scrape a draw in the internationals, myself and the Lady watched Upton 2nds comfortably beat, er, somebody else. Well, the last twenty minutes anyway. Was required to explain why "all those fat fucks are jumping on my little brother!!!" (it's a ruck, it's meant to happen) and why said little brother had to stick his arse out in preparation for a scrum, something she found slightly distasteful (I actually don't know the answer to this one). Having decided that a new rule should be brought in that only the fat ones are allowed to be jumped on top of in a pile on the ground, we witnessed a hilarious on-pitch scuffle then retired to the bar for a pint. Much better fun than watching England fuck about ineptly and listening to Jeremy Guscott whine about it being unfair.

This isn't all I did at the weekend, obviously, otherwise I really would need to learn how to have a life. I am just not about to record every moment of my life, and not really because I think it would bore you, but because I know it would bore me. I am, however, writing a travel journal when I go travelling, and blogging it if I get the chance, which I then plan on writing up once I am home. I can see this becoming one of those lifetime works thingys that people do and never finish, but hey, whatever. At least I have a smidgeon of ambition now, something that I really did not possess when I wrote the first post on this blog. But in far-flung, exotic places like Thailand and Kansas and Queenstown NZ every moment of my life there will inevitably be incredibly exciting and worth telling the world about. Of course.

Pretty short and slightly pointless post but what ho, never mind. This is pretty reflective of my life so far. Oh, look a bit of leftover teenage angst. Did not miss that whilst it was gone. Laters mofo, but first:.....

On an entirely almost separate note, Lady's rugby-playing brother who featured slightly earlier in the post is in a rather enjoyable band who I think many of you would appreciate (if you don't already), and so in the name of being the lovely person I am, and because I'm currently having a listen, here is the link to their website, http://www.bashroland.com/, where you can listen to some of their tracks. If you like them do inform them of this; they enjoy compliments :)

Actually, while I'm promoting things for people, this is a downloadable mix by my DJ mate Jennarate http://soundcloud.com/jennarate/pressure. Entirely different to Bash:Roland's perky ska-pop (and if that's not how you'd describe yourself guys, then I'm mildly sorry) - instead some bish bash boshin' hard trance/house. =D