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May. Well, best see what Meg has to say before getting concerned with the way of the world.
FRIENDSHIPS are at the centre of your month when the sun makes you the zodiac's most popular person. You also have Mars making you a natural leader and when you take charge of a group of friends or work colleagues you can achieve so much together. There is a celebrity element too, linked to a show you enjoy watching on TV. Venus promises you will find the right partner but the identity of this person could surprise everyone who knows you. Hmmm. Ok, so this month I shall be dead popular, leading my friends...I don't have a TV as couldn't be botherd to reinstate the licence after things went awry and it was cancelled, along with the the Virgin box. Mind you, there are things I would enjoy if I had a TV - I still wonder why that happened and why in a sort of similar way this would mean that things that are mine I should get back, like money and a suitcase. Guess it's ok to permanently share from people but not treat them decently. Which, of course, is why Wednesday 4th May turns out to have been quite auspicious as finally, whether I wanted it or not, it's all asunder. Good one. That's even better as this time I will find the right partner, and someone could be surprised. Probably me, especially as the hunt continues for the Ball Girl (I bet Wimbledon don't have this problem).
5K run for the bees. Epic. Average of 6.33 per km, which has me bounding in at under 33 minutes. I expect that's a record somewhere. The funds came tumbling in, over £300 last time I looked, which is nice. Thank you.
Then Glasgow. Well...very luckily the weekend before I had time with my own PUA whose street name is Monkey. So we were able to go through things like short-setting, ejection (which is like rejection except you are in control) and I was able to have a bit of a play. Ok, so the setting was almost perfect for there being low anxiety, but if you go into it with the right frame of mind it isn't really that bad, plus there's always the legitimate option of talking about something you're there for. Cool. More of this is on the cards in the future with Portsmouth on the horizon and then Bath. As an added bonus there was an impromptu and provoked dance-off with a camp Goliath. At the time it was probably just as well that no one was filming it, but now, well, souvenirs are nice. Good to see some old faces and meet some new ones. Sadly one old face had a stroke a while ago - it puts things into some kind of pespective, we're spending gazillions to blow bits off each other, to send helicopters in to kill someone, wouldn't it be better spent on supporting and healing? Or, have I become all new-agey?
We are almost getting into the vinegar strokes of Liverpudlian employment now, and that's ok. It's good. I think I have already waved goodbye. It's just the move that's a bit of a pain. So much paper, so many things that are probably worthless but you never know when they might become superimportant, if, for example, society does collapse.
Waving goodbye is something that Jonathan Cain says in one of his songs. I have almost completely ripped off the first verse of one of his songs (Wish I Was There With You) and used that as a start for one of mine. Does that likely lead to legal issues? I hope not. Not that Mr. Cain will be to au fait with my oeuvre, as it were. He'll be too busy with the new Journey album release. Not sure that if City of Hope is the direction that they are going that it will be my favourite Journey album, but that's only like putting up with your girlfriend getting a really tight perm and hoping that next time she'll do something slightly less idiotic.
My life is going into storage, bit by bit.
Finally some honesty. Someone admits that they are struggling with work because they are a bit stupid. At least stupidity is something that we both share.
Still no ball-escort and it's only just over a week away. May have to chase up the Irish saxophonist that my cousin says would like to go - my cousin says she lied, describing me as a Brad Pitt look-e-likee. That's not lying. The other one is a friend of my friend's friend. Although my friend hasn't told me anything more about either his friend of his friend's friend. It would almost be easier to go alone, or canvass everyone in the hope that someone is single, is not a potential knife threat, and isn't going to suddenly have a flash-back of the love of their life leaving them at a ball 10 years ago. Almost
Interview time again, which is almost my favourite time of year, though not quite. We've had the usual round of questions, all the same. When challenged about the wisdom of asking everyone the same questions when we know that not all of them have the same experience, a colleague said that then some of them would be at a disadvantage. I thought the whole point was not to put people at a disadvantage. If not, presumably we should hold the interviews on the top floor of a building with no lift to make it harder for people who have difficulty in walking, or perhaps ask the questions in German for the mono-linguists.
Made a motivational video for some people. Don't think it was very motivational. Maybe more confessional. There's bound to be a saying that the devil's plaything is the good intentions of the dim.
The Rapture. Not as rapturous as it could have been, although the earthquake was possibly replaced by another Icelandic volcano and the rumoured 80 mph winds expected today.
 At least they're honest.
Supposedly someone is coming to the ball with me, but nothing is simple. At the London end there seem to be plan changes that I am unaware of and at the escort end, uhm, nothing. It's all very well saying that you're going to come but it would be handy to know a little bit more about it, like what day. Just let go...Ian says that mindfulness is just a hippy backlash.
Did another motivational video, stealing scenes from other movies. Any minute now there'll be a knock on the door and it's off to the big house.
If I was in Scotland I would be able to have pictures of any of the Manchester United team on here, but I'm not, so I won't. Although, technically, this is probably saved on a machine somewhere in the US...what's the crucial thing, where the information is housed or where the writer is?
Going balling alone. With my friends. It's times like these when it is brought home how much more fun it is to share.
Wow. Dinner at Trinity was stupendously fantastic with my lovely friends and then the ball. Ok, it would have been better with a date, but it was a lot of fun anyway. The whiplash only lasted a couple of days and that's what comes if you thrash about on the dodgems and occasionally go into reverse whilst someone twice your size and weight is coming forwards right at you. Super.
Of course having a good time means that the less good times, or maybe it's the normal times, seem less striking. The only good thing about being back is that I can concentrate some more on packing and finally getting out.
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