Sorry

Apologising for a weak blip today. I'm suffering from the dreaded flu and could barely bring myself to climb out of bed at all. I feel as rough as I can ever recall, every muscle aching like I've been fighting with American Wrestlers. Not happy.

So 2011 started in the same vein as 2010: unsuitable girls, wallet emptied in exchange for a bad head and shattered reputation and of course the usual derision from most people sharing the evening.

I did have three people approach me and say 'You're Gary aren't you, I know all about you'. I'm not sure if this is a good or a bad thing. I mean being known is surely positive, after all life is like a jungle and not like a zoo, so participate, don't spectate, become the view. However I'm not sure being known as the guy who mixes with teenagers is positive. I have one female friend who is sixteen and I was actually scared to stand and chat to her incase the rest of Narrow-minded-ville, Lincs took the wrong impression from our friendship. A55h0les.

Yesterday we (Lincoln City, the leagues 3rd worst team) got beat as my blip said, and frankly it was abysmal. I feel really angry that for 12 years I've looked after the mascot suit myself and only ever once has it not been fit to wear: The club have had control of it for just five months and I've already missed three games through their effing incompetence.

I still haven't had a chance to peruse everyones blips properly, my internet connection is dying like Jim Davidson would at a Halal Butchers Awards ceremony. Maybe tomorrow this flu will shift and I can venture out of the house to shoot something more inspirational than another wind chime.