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I'm aging | 18:21 27 Feb 2004

Today I made a disturbing discovery.. My anti-aging skin has suddenly stopped working. I looked in the mirror and saw lines on my skin today. This is not good. I'm aging, just like normal people. tick tick tick tick..the clock is now ticking and I'm getting older.
This is my first few days alone since Steph returned to France after a long visit. Steph is learning the art of website design and is making extraordinary progress. I can't get the hang of this cooking and cleaning lark. Well I'm bizy working on some stuff at the moment including a bizarre website for my uncle who has made a curious invention.

What ELSE can go wrong?! | 16:12 5 Feb 2004

I'm having a terrible day today. Nothing is going right. Firstly my internet connection died and I spent a good hour or so chasing a non-existent problem. Then my uncle decides he wants to send some faxes to me (who uses fax machines these days I ask you!), so I tried to install a fax modem, easy peasy? pfff. My PC locked up! While I'm sorting that, I hear an unhealthy crunching noise and realise I've accidently trodden on a Ł100 monitor screen filter and smashed it into pieces...aaaargghh!!! I need a drink.

Morphix's Childhood Memories Part I | 3 Feb 2004

When I was about 5 years of age, I remember at school we used to engage in this ritual singing of "the happy song" once or twice a week. The words went something like this.. "If you're happy and you know it shake your hands, if you're happy and you know it shake your hands, (x4) if you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, if you're happy and you know it shake your hands" Well I wasn't happy, and I didn't want to shake my hands, clap my hands, nod my head, stamp my feet or anything else. The teacher would bang randomly on a tanberine throughout the song and it all seemed very absurd to me. While my classmates were entering into the full spirit of the happy song and were bizy shaking everything and stamping the floor and generally acting like lunatics I would visualise smashing that tamberine over the teachers head. All I wanted to do was read, draw and design websites. But of course they wouldn't leave me to do any of that and I was made to do the happy song instead. So you can understand how a year later I attempted to close down my school with a box of matches, a well thought out plan, and the help of my closest playground buddy whom we will call Johnny in order to protect his identity..

Further updates | 19:55 1 Feb 2004

Images pages 1-1
Food pages 1-12
My recipes on the food pages have now been moved into a dedicated website area (at last) which is still being developed so the search and other stuff don't werk yet.