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Sometimes I get fed up with being so fucking reasonable.

I have just seen an ad on the telly that made me feel really old.

Michael Jackson’s Thriller is 25 years old.

I remember when the video for Thriller was first shown on telly. It had been shown on the Friday night - not sure what program, but I know I wasn’t allowed to watch it. But the very next night I went to a 16th birthday party, at the lad’s house, and because he was posh, they had a video, and e had videoed Thriller.

So, at some point in the night, the music went off, the telly went on, and the whole party gathered around to watch it.

Oh happy days.

But blimey - I really can’t believe it’s 25 years ago - seems like just a couple of years ago.

This article made me laugh out loud at work today - not good when I am a consultant, supposed to be all professional.

My favourite quote is “One of the guys took off… straight through a glass window, he didn’t even bother pushing the button, he just ran straight through it.” Yeah right. And he didn’t have any help going through that door. Of course not!

Another article on the BBC caught my eye - this one about depression. It really struck a lot of cords with me.

One of my friends is suffering from depression at the moment - a lot of moods swings, but more and more downward swings. He has finally sought some help, so hopefully he is on the mend. I know that I am definitely more calm now than I used to be, and more tolerant, and definitely more content with life - I guess more accepting of what I can and can’t change. I have put that down to the experience that comes with age, but this article makes sense in that it may be down to my own bout of depression 6 years ago.

I like to think it’s helped my friend - I know when he is down, explaining how he feels, I am able to say I know exactly how he feels. I have examples of me going through the same experience - down to not answering the phone because you can’t deal with who you know is on the other end - which hopefully can show him that no matter what he feels, he isn’t alone in what he is feeling. And nore should he feel ashamed.

I was astounded at the statistics quoted though - typically 1 in 20 people are suffering from depression. That is a lot of people - and nearly all of it is hidden.

It’s time for my weekly catchup. This working away from home lark is a bit strange - I do have internet access at work, but I don’t want to be looking at blogs while there, just in case they pick up on it.

Next week I start ‘proper’ work, rather than hanging around the office reading manuals and playing with software installation. The biggest advantage is that it will be working at a place about 5 miles from my home - probably closer than my old job used to be. The even bigger plus is that I will get mileage, plus breakfast and lunch paid for on expenses. I could probably get dinner too, but I think that will be pushing it. However, I will be working with someone else, shadowing them for the first two weeks, so I am sure we will go out for dinner a few times, care of Uncle D!

The last two weeks I have actually been staying at the office. They have a bedroom there for the odd occasion when people need to stay over, and they offered to let me stay there. Weigh that up against £150 for a B&B, and I jumped at it! It was a bit weird, and it was a bit scary the first couple of nights, because it is an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, so it is dark, and creepy, and the old building makes lots of noises. But once I was used to it, it was fine. The strangest thing was it doesn’t have a bathroom en suite, so I had to have a shower in the toilet which is just off reception. Obviously I didn’t want to get caught wandering through reception dressed just in a towel, so I had my shower of a night rather than the morning.

Tomorrow I am going on what is possibly the geekiest date ever, with FKM. We are off the Bletchley Park, to look at enigma machines, and old computers. I am very excited about it.

And you lot are unbelievable - such a tit obsession!

I can’t believe how many comments my “I’ve got bog knockers” post go!”

I got home tonight to a nice parcel of yet more nice bras which fit properly - one is black with a cream lace trim, one is black with white embroidery, one is black with a bright pink ribbon trim, and one is pale pink with black lace trim.

I feel special.

And no. No pictures :-)

I was looking at the BBC news website today, and was shocked to see a headline along the lines of “Bhutto killed by bomb”.

“Wow,” I thought, “and just before Christmas she managed to avoid being killed by that bomb.”

On going to the item page, I was completely shocked to find out that not only was she dead, but it had happened some time ago. How the hell did I miss that piece of news?

Then noticed the date it happened. 27th December. I was in America. Where “world” news means telling you what the weather is like in Toronto, and how great they are doing in the Iraqi war.

And of course, by the time I got back home, it had dropped off the news sites.

But seriously, something that big you’d have thought would have been reported. and it makes me wonder what else I have missed out on.

Yesterday, on the spur of the moment I went into one of the bra shops, and got myself measured.

Well, bugger me.

I knew I wasn’t wearing quite the right size, but I didn’t realise just how wrong. I walked into the shop wearing a 44D, and walked out with a 40GG.

Apparently this is quite common (and yes, I saw that program with those stupid women about bras the other month). And it is amazing - I don’t often wear underwired because they are uncomfortable - however, wearing an underwired bra of the right size is amazingly comfortable.

And blimey, what big knockers I have!