Day 2.

Well, it's day 2 of The Skeptik. Being a bit of a pessimistic, cynical (sadly, kynikal doesn't have the same ring as Skeptikal) discontented bastard, my day has been one long string of reasons to complain. I get up to go to shower, put my towel around my waist, head downstairs, and there's some guy from my letting agency. Something about "energy," according to Penny (my housemate), but I can get nothing more coherent (she has an exam), so I head off to douse myself in hot water and Head and Shoulders. Nothing to complain about here (even for a professional like me) and I even manage to get my towel on without anyone viewing the house (it's up for rent next year), or just generally bursting in. I may be a stunning man, but people wanting to see me naked is a bit odd. Especially when I live with them. (Incidentally, I just had to pause writing to please Chris and watch the Kung Fu scene from Scrubs. I'd complain, but it was good. Bugger.) Anyway, I'm coming up the stairs, soaking wet, starting to freeze, and wearing just a towel, and who should I see? (I'll give you a clue; it's not William Shatner, or anyone interesting or famous.) Yes, it's the star of today's piece, the man from CPS (the letting agency). "Alright mate?" He says. "No I'm not bloody alright, I'm cold, wet and wearing nohing but a towel. And your pissing about in my way with a fucking stepladder." I should have said. Instead, I opt for a diplomatic, "Alright," in return. He moves aside, I give him a look like a Palestinian may give to an Israeli soldier (too soon?) and take to the shelter of my room. Idiot.

That's the most interesting thing that happened today, but for the fact I wore shorts (mistake) and did the header today. Man, seriously. Life is fun when someone else is taking photos of you, because there's a lot of laughter to be had, to be honest. Head off to my Flickr if you wanna do some commenting.

As for politics, I'm both glad, and (rather selfishly, it has to be said) sad, that Israel pulled out of Gaza. In honesty, the glad outweighs the sad. What the hell were they thinking? What can they possibly gain by invading? They just made themselves look stupid. I did chuckle when I read on the BBC that Hamas had announced a ceasefire "to allow Israeli troops to withdraw." Withdraw? They were gonna withdraw out of the other side of Gaza pretty soon, or hit sea. To me, it seemed like Hamas had ceased firing right at the start, in terms of actual impact on opposition troops. But Israel withdrew before I had a chance to go on a protest march, and that's just inconsiderate if you ask me.

In sport this week, we've seen Kaka be bounced around, with ever more ludicrous fees being waved around, and Craig Bellamy make a move to City. Not sure who's doing the scouting at City, but those are pretty opposite ends of the talent tree. And while we're on the City subject, I read today that Dean Sturridge is nervous of his future at the club. No shit, kid. You're about 4, and unproven, and there's more pounds to be spent at City than there are chavs to have arguments on Jeremy Kyle. You're not gonna last 5 more minutes if the money has its way.

Also in sport, we've seen the debut of a new generation of Formula One and, quite possibly, a new generation of designers. "The Ferrari F2009, designed by Gianpaolo, aged 9, of Modena! Gianpaolo's design was chosen from thousands of others from children around the country to provide the template for a step forward for F1." Formula One should change it's tagline to, "More bullets in our feet than overtaking manoeuvres since 1994!" Idiots.

That'll do for today, so I hope y'all have a nice evening and such.

Feel free to visit my Flickr for some photo based fun.


(I promise tomorrow will be more entertaining. I might even try and structure it.)