I need to remind myself that i am lucky that Ronald Reeeeeeeeeeegan (thanks JP) is dead and that we still have our health, not to mention our nuclear weapons. And that the pixies last friday were worth living for.
I realise, of course, that this has nothin to do with my remit as "gastronaut extrodinaire", but fuck it.
It was also humiliating and moving to see our last, great compassionate leader MT cry at her own previously recorded speech.
Sorry - a bit of vitriol is good.
Gonna get drunk now.
This is my site The 'Gerald that I built in a fury of enthusiasm when we first came to Folkestone sometime in '04. I'd been a frequent visitor for a few years previous to that but I am technically one of those DFLs you get now. The site used to be a lot more dynamic with a calendar of events + voting for favourite places and things, + I hear it was a handy resource for others who were thinking of moving here. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though just a couple of miles) it doesn't get as much love as it used to. Ironic really as Folkestone itself is becoming the exciting place we knew it was about to become. My name is not Gerald by the way, the name comes from the name of a fake paper in an episode of The Day Today or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local newspaper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are GRATE aren't they? Do contact me if you have something to offer, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on Twitter.