Update

Right, well, the date is now the 3rd of November, so a fair bit of time has passed since my last entry which was on the ... 7th of August. Hmm. I suppose the few people who did check my blog have long since shuffled on to pastures new.

Lets look back on those missing months, and try to deduce whether my time was spent wisely and to the fullest, or if I have important lessons to learn , and alter it accordingly.

August

The premiership kicked off once again, and along with it the (probably) best fantasy football league too. Mr Moodies short tenancy at Chateau Bridgewater ended when he shouldered his backpack and set sail to the far reaches of civilisation in eastern Asia. Miss Lundgren turned one step closer to the great beyond, seeing in her 21st birthday with not just a few drinks (see pic), and I'm sure that some stuff happened in the news.

I worked, of that I am sure, but August was a fair while ago, so the memory escapes me just at this time.

September

Football continued, and I had the first holiday of the season, taking a trip back to merry old Northern Ireland for a handful of days. With Ally in tow, and little sis Jeni back from across the world, we set off in exploration mode to travel all the way to... Donegal (well it is in another country...). A splendid time was had by all upon my return home, much rum was consumed by Jeni and myself, and a cultural trip around the north coast and to the strange lands of the Giants Causeway.

The rest of September was pretty much work work work, but it was not too bad, as anticipation was starting to rise with a coming trip...

October

So with October, Oktoberfest in Munich!!! And dear God, it is the greatest place on the face of the Earth, a beer drinkers Mecca. In the land of beer and sausage, the jovial drunk is king! Have been meaning to write about the week spent there, and will endeavor to do so at a later date, before the memory fades like so many others, but at this time I would like to say that it held some of the finest holiday moments, coupled with not so fine- as myself and Jonny thought it would be a good idea to spend all seven nights there in a tent. Three nights in a tent would have sufficed. Four would definitely be pushing the boundaries. Seven nights is way past the very notion of being 'a bit too long'. Still, most of those nights were (sorry mum) spent in hapless drunken slumber, with only the mornings to contend with. But the actual Oktoberfest is a veritable feast for the eyes, an enormous mass of people, all merry and drinking, either munching on the many delicacies on offer (mostly sausage related), screaming with delight on funfair rides (there is nothing more fun in this world than drunken dodgems), or singing and drinking inside one of the many cavernous beer tents (see pic).

One thing is for sure: I will be back. Since coming home, I have a thirst for learning German (still to actually start, but the notion is there) and now want to end my days in Munich. If anyone has any ideas how I would go about making that happen, I would be very appreciative.

Now, since returning from Germany, I seem to have taken up residence between the walls of

the cinema, working all hours that God/Alla/Buddha/Whatever sends, so when the 30th of

October rolled around, it was glad tidings all round as Ally and myself met up with Jeni in Stoke-on-Trent to travel to... wait for it... Alton Towers!! Yay! And much fun was had. Few crowds meant that we were queuing for hardly any time at all, and managed to squeeze in more fun than there are rice crispies in a cereal box.

So, conclusions?

I work too much. Think I knew that already.

Hub-you-like

Have spent most of my day off trying to crack my BT hub. The cheeky buggers at British Telecom send you a free wireless hub when you sign up for their ridiculously high priced BT Broadband package. So when the good people from TalkTalk came calling, I jumped at the chance of almost halving my bills. Actually that's not totally correct- on a day off about a month ago they knocked on the door, and i am that gullible that i was signing contracts and grinning an inane grin in no time. Think the salesman's ploy was to bring an attractive female 'trainee' with him. Clever bastards.

Anyway, the BT hub in question doesn't work with any provider except for BT, but because it was serving me well for the few months I had it, and the fact I'm a cheap bugger and so don't want to splash out on a new wireless router, I have been online looking for ways in which to bend this moulded white plastic technology brick to my ways. And it was all going very smoothly, I had downloaded flash programmes to change the settings, backed up all the ISP's, checked out possible different DHCP's, and spent the first few hours reading what all those bloody letters and computer-wordies stood for. Didn't have a clue.
But had myself a step-by-step list of how to go about it. And go about it I did. Until I hit that inescapable 'error' message that always stands in my way.

So the plan now?
Buy myself a wireless router and admit defeat.

Not all bad though, I have been inside most of the day listening to the new CD I purchased. Had been eyeing it up for a while now and decided to spend the £12 asking price- could I have got it cheaper anywhere else? Definitely. But this was an 'impulse buy' and our national economy would be in a worse of state without that. So I was helping the economy. So it's all good.
The CD in question? The Essential Eagles Collection. And it's bloody marvelous so there.

Was sitting at work, not paying attention to what was going on, when suddenly I realised just how great G17 was. Just rolls of the tounge, and sounds great as it does so. G17. So simple, yet so powerful.

Cloverfield

Now, I don't know if anyone actually checks out this blog anymore, given my inability to add to it (it just feels like too much hard work), and although promises of new, up to the minute posts are continuously being made, alas they appear made only to be broken.
But here's a little trailer for you: the new mystery film from 'Lost' creator J J Abrams, although the mystery in question is not the set genre, but the what the actual film is. With no film name, except for the working title of 'Cloverfield', a teaser trailer has sent bloggers and film buffs into melt down. Looks good, hope its not going to be shit.

Cloverfield Trailer

Back Again

Right, look. I know I promised to start a film review post every time I saw a new film, and I have seen a fair few since the last entry: Transformers, The Simpson's, Harry Potter 5, Oceans 13, etc., but the thing is, after I had written the first few, it became almost like work, so I just avoided it. I sat down many a time to continue, but my mind just wandered (not that it wanders at work you understand, just in case my boss reads this. Diligence and professionalism all the way where that is concerned...) and I found myself looking at very boring and pointless things just to fill in time so I could think 'ah well, too late to do it now.' Pathetic, isn't it. But I must confess my laziness, just so I can begin adding to the blog again, it has been pretty much the whole sodden month of July since that last happened.

So, the last month: I worked, it rained. But developments happened, at least on the console front. Yesterday, I had a sum of money burning a proverbial hole in my pocket (rent money) so I took myself into Virgin and, armed with a fake student card for discount, purchased myself a Wii. Fabulous little box of tricks and in no way a waste of hard earned cash (honest mum).
I can imagine lots of fun and laughter to come in the homestead, tears of joy and shouts of frustration. I will just try not to break things when the I mix playing on the Wii with my whisky collection (which is going quite well, thank you for asking, under the careful guidance and suggestion of my grandfather). And mum, if you do read this, the Wii is a very clever piece of equipment that can be mistaken for real exercise, so don't worry. It's healthy.

So I am now off to play said Wii, and if anybody out there in Internet land has one, then come play with Mii. (sorry for leaving you with such a bad play on words, but I couldn't resist!)