Ferret Times: That Hel-sinking Feeling

Sorry about the tabloid title folks.

I'm in a hotel room at Helsinki airport. It's 11.50 pm and I have a 4.30 morning call booked. So what am I doing here typing? I have nothing to say - no change there.

Better get some beauty sleep. Oh, shut up.

Night night.

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I'm an engineer. Expect the expected. I hate coriander. Repeating tensions such as clocks and dripping taps, which drive some people crazy, don't seem to affect me. I'm 51 and my backhand is still a work in progress. I once drank seven mugs of tea in 15 minutes. I have trouble understanding why people keep dogs as pets. All of my names contain 7 letters. Deep water represents the unknown, which terrifies me. I read slowly. I eat quickly. I was briefly insane in the autumn of 1990. My happiest moments were spent throwing arrows around a field when I was 12. My favourite colour is blue. I rarely catch colds. I believe that not taking part in any physical activity after the age of 30 is the equivalent of not ducking when being punched. I accept and respect the existence of an opposite point of view. I wish I had a good plot idea so I could write a book. I have never bought a tabloid newspaper. I sink in water. Of the five people I spent my teenage years with, three are dead. I think that in a family context, love should be unconditional. I believe to the core of my being that man's most divisive and destructive creation is God. I neglected my father and regret it now he's gone. I can hear and memorise numbers instantly and retain them indefinitely, but forget what my wife tells me in seconds. I dislike fruit in desserts. Masks scare me. If you shorten my first name I'll think you're stupid. I intend to live to the age of 121.

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

That Hel-sinking Feeling

Blimey, now where is he?

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