If this was 1987 I would be dressed in a brightly coloured suit, sleeves rolled up, permed hair flopping over my eyes like a Vidal Sassoon avalanche. But it isn’t. It is in fact the end of the fourth month of 2010 already. Are we really A THIRD of the way through the year? Frightening.

I do hope you have planted your chilli seeds by now, gardening tips,marvellous, I certainly have and I am looking forward to a rare crop of large hot things with which I can tickle my taste buds and disgust my workmates the morning after. I have also got around to plumbing in the two end of siding lights on the old layout (I better start thinking of a name soon). They do look good especially with the signals all lit up at the other end. Maybe I should recreate the model of MacDonalds I helped Cuddly Badger create back in the mists of time, that would be awesome.

I had one of my thoughts the other day. One of those that makes people moan at me for saying odd things. You see a black estate car passed my eye this week. It was one of those Mercedes hearses followed by a small convoy of stretched limos. I always think this is the worst way to present death. A slow sad procession wheeling itself off to the nearest graveyard or church on a final journey. It always seems very, well, depressing. I understand there is a certain tradition in England to be down on death but think about other countries. Marching brass swing bands, African tribes dancing around like loons up to their eyes on catnip.

It is a mournful occasion but surely it should be more of a celebration of life, that we are given this chance to exist, no matter how brief. I am not suggesting brightly colour Mercs and a fleet of party buses with built in bars for the wake, just a little lightening up of the situation. I hate funerals, it is solemn but let us be joyous, no matter what the religion, and celebrate that someone has lived, that they laughed with us and enjoyed their time (no matter how miserable they may have appeared) because life is short.

All I could think about when I was writing this blog was someone driving a hearse with the classic Kulashaker song “Grateful when you’re dead” playing in the background. Weird.

Saturday night I am out to party for the first time in ages.! I hope to see some of you buggers out, drunken and letchworthy. Do enjoy yourselves, I bloody will.!!!

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