The Thong Remains The Same...
2002-12-27 . 1:46 p.m.

Okay so today I saw a sight that nearly put me off eating for quite a time. Fletch saw it too and I believe his mind may well be scarred by the experience.

What was this horror? This mind-ripping sight?

Pants.

Not just any pants, but those thin "butt-string" type pants. Not really a bad thing you might think seeing as Fletch and I are currently putting the average priest to shame with our enforced celibacy. But you would be wrong. Oh, so, so wrong.

I shan't go into it in detail, but I do feel quite traumatised by the whole thing.

The world (i.e. Me and Fletch) seems obsessed with pants at the moment - why, even a passing colleague was talking about how they never go out without wearing matching undies lest they be hit by a truck...

Anyway, enough of that. Here is an update on the world according to me -

God knows what is happening with me and Nicola (He's about the only one). She called me on Christmas day to tell me not to drink too much but otherwise I have no idea what is going on. I can't see it going anywhere to be honest. Her life is quite busy going out and stuff whereas I seem to be retreating further and further from the world. Being an alcoholic agrophobic seems to be my future as far as I can see. I'm sort of happy with that, barring the obvious loss of any possible relation with a woman.

I am not sure whether it is a genuine psychological problem I have with the universe or not but it seems that I am limited to approximately three places in the world, my home, work and, briefly, Di's house when I drop Dylan off. The more I think about it the more worried I get. I actually cannot remember the last time I did anything except work or be at home.

I'm almost scared by that. Jesus...