Blog On The Motorway

For some reason the cold that I’ve had for what seems like an age has spread to my ears, leaving me in a cloud of half heard phrases and general befuddlement.  I can only hear what people are saying to me if I am looking at them when I say it, which is leading to some interesting conversations at work, and me missing out when people offer to make me a coffee.

Other than that not a lot to report in the world of Paul, except that Ellen and I are off to see Simon Amstell next week for her birthday, so that should be fun.  Oh, and Gray from Cross Blogination is, as I type one third of the way through his marathon 48 hour tweetathon on twitter. It’s pretty impressive given that he’s already had two PC’s die on him, but I’m really looking forward to the point tomorrow when he stops being able to form complete sentences and starts to converse in single letters and emoticons.

If you applaud his effort then by all means to do watch his progress and donate some money on his Just Giving page. He’s up to nearly £500 so far and if he gets to £1000 he’s going to get a tattoo.  It’s all for a good cause.

I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to suffer a little bit of Celebrity Death fatigue. With the announcement that Stephen Gately had died from ‘not in any way mysterious circumststances’ the sympathetic mode of my brain is no longer able to function and goes straight to the point where I start to make jokes. When I got to work today I mentioned that it was probably the remaining Boyzone members bumping him off to increase record sales and was met with nothing more than contemptuous glares.

Of course it’s very sad that someone of his age should be cut down in the prime of life, and I do respect the impact he had on the acceptance of gay rights in this country, but at the end of the day he was a singer in a truly awful band whose main accomplishment was to spawn the career of Ronan Keating. I’m just saying.  And now we’re going to spend the next month avoiding every single music channel, lest we bump into a Boyzone memorial marathon.