The sound of silence
Well from my pc at any rate. We were moved to a new profile and once ops get wind of music on your pc, you can forget about it. I wait in hope for the 24 hour christmas radio station. Until then I may have to invest in an external HD. Its been a while since I updated. RL took hold and give us a right ole shake. Mammy2 was involved in a car crash, she’s still out of work but on the mend. Thankfully
she walked away from the accident. We can’t unfortunately say the same for the car, poor Willow is gone to the big car park in the sky. Whilst she was very emotional about the passing of Willow, within a half hour Mammy2 had already found 2 pontential replacements. I’ve heard of going through the different levels of grief but that was taking the piss! To top it off, a good mate of her’s passed away on the Saturday following the crash. From car crash’s to funeral masses. To say that the mate wasn’t a big catholic would have been putting it mildy. The ceremony was so not him it was upsetting. The music to a certain extend but up until the eulogies, I would have said we could have been at any ole funeral. Then his colleage B made a beautiful speech which summed him up perfectly and finally mentioned his partner of over 10 years, whom the priest had conviently glossed over. The creamatorim ceremony was exactly N and a celerbration of what he was. The coffin was draped in the rainbow flag and as we all filed in, Somewhere over the rainbow was playing. More moving speeches, lots of laughter and tears as we said farewell to a man the community owes so much to.
The sister flew in this weekend and so commenced a whirlwind weekend of drinks, rugby and big shouldered men. My ovaries thought they were in heaven. Never before have they seen such fine specimens as the lovely Dan Carter up close and personal. Not as personal as they would have liked, despite my best efforts I still failed to track down where the All Blacks were staying. Perhap it was all for the best. The rugby conicided perfectly with ovulation and now I commence the fun of not taking on board any liquids for 2 hours prior to testing and then doing the test in work. From there I have to ring the clinic as soon as I get a positive test and then arrange it around work so that no-one gets suspicious. My plan may work as I think I will be taking the trip to the clinic on Friday, if I know my ovaries as well as I think I do. Which would be great as there is a shindig on the Thursday night and most of my workmates will be either sick/hungover or both. However I also have a spud meet that night and I’m not sure how I feel about having the moment of conception for a potential babog in a gay bar surrounded by people who are posing with a potato for a picture. Then again that is my life. I guess its up to the ovaries once again.
A word of advice. If you are ever meeting gay men, whom you have never met before and so therefore have no clue what they look like, don’t arrange to do so in the gay mecca that is the Morrison. Throw a cocktail umbrella and you hit one. There I was, with no contact details except that I was to meet them there at 6. Thankfully, they had the common sense to get my number from someone so we had the initial “This feels like a bad date ” conversation before I finally sat down with them. They were lovely as most of our gay brothers are. We discussed the website and a handover and gay politics as you do. They are very happy with the work I have done and until they feel they are in a position to take over, am also happy with me continuing to take care of the website for
them. As long as they are happy I’m happy. Speaking of happy, I am all excited about tonight. Meeting the big fella C for dinner and a catch up. I haven’t seen him in months as he moved out to Blanch to live with the gf whilst work was done on his house. I hope the conversation doesn’t being and end with house talk. Did I mention its less then 35 days 
