Ouch I

22:18 - Ouch - Part 1 Current mood: uncomfortable Category: Life Lunar Module Commanders Log - 21:14 230507 Having taken the shuttle for a succesful test flight earlier today I was returning the launch vehicle to its hanger when the incident occured. My co-commander was entering the craft and slipped whilst climbing up on to the flight deck. I instinctively shot a hand to catch her and pull her in to her flight seat. Not sure quite what happened but sufficit to say I ended up with my hand and wrist squashed against the side of my own seat. After screaming several obscenities I then proceeded to carry out the mission at hand. (no pun intended). By the time I returned home my wrist and thumb very very painful and swollen. I managed to get off to sleep, but the pain woke me in the night and I had to apply some ice treatment and take strong painkillers. 24 hours on - My wrist is still sore (sprained), my thumb is painful but now mobile after being put back in to joint! Currently Listening : Mezmerize By System of a Down Release date: By 17 May, 2005

Ouch II

22:36 - Ouch II Current mood: gloomy Category: Life Jubilee Gardens, Ely, Cambs. 240507-20:00 Seating underneath the arbour, eating fish and chips and sharing with the ducks. Turned to get another piece of bread - WHAM! Felt like I had been shot in the right testicle. My boxer shorts decided to perform a rather tricky manouve called the half ball twang. Seating in a normal position all was OK, but the miniscule change in position was enough to tighten the seam of my under garment which had enough of an obstacle to cause said problem to be flicked unceremoniously out of the way and cause me to feel very sick and in rather a lot of discomfort. Currently Listening : Not Accepted Anywhere By The Automatic Release date: By 24 July, 2006

The Moose Strike Back!

Just when you thought it was safe...

Yes sports fans. The Moose is alive and well and living in an office somewhere in the outlands of Ely.

He was spotted today trying to walk from one side of said office to the other.

Whilst he did manage to achieve this death defying manouver with out the aide of a safety net (and with out getting the laces of one boot caught round the other) it was not all plain sailing for Alces alces.

Instead of thinking he was Rudolph Nureyev, this time he thought he was Paul Daniels, and performed the pulling the table cloth off the table and leaving everything else behind trick.

Well.......... sort of!

It was more, got his boot caught in the lead of his head phones that were on the desk and pulling everything on to the floor and leaving the desk behind!!!

Got to hand it to him he is keen to have a go a new skills!

Do Mooses Dance?

"Do mooses dance?"
The young boy cried,
not believing what
his eyes'd just spied

"What's that you say?"
His parents said
Both very worried
about their little Fred

"Mooses! Do They Dance?"
asked the boy once again
Now Fred was worried
Was he going insane

"Look out the window!"
The young man cried
And so they did
then stared at each other, mouths open wide

It had to be true
Although unheard of before
but they could see a moose
in the next field take to the floor.

Standing proud on two legs
It tottered around
It was a miracle that it didn't
Land splat on the ground.

With a flare that alluded
Astaire and Kelly
It looked like the creature
Was tapping in wellies!

With a final pirouette
came the end of the waltz
Then Fred and Parents
Saw they were at fault

It wasn't a moose
doing a bit of soft shoe
but an 'ordinary' man
well, a clumsy old fool

Who somehow managed
(with great skill and grace)
to get tangled up
in a simple bootlace

The loop of lace
of the boot on the right
hooked around the left boot
and thus started the plight

Simply moving his feet
Put things in motion.
22 stone on the move is a
frightening notion

In an attempt to avoid
Landing flat on his face
The poor chap had to try to
dislodge that rogue lace

And this he managed.
Though no ones sure how.
One minute he was tripping
The next taking a bow.

Do mooses dance?
Not bloody likely
It's just fat clumsy men
Who cant tie their boots tightly!

Friends!

To have friends is to be blessed. To have true friends is to be truely blessed. I'm not on about the smaltzy TV sitcom variety.

I mean the sort you phone in the middle of the night when life is being a bitch and you need the voice of reason.

I mean the sort that you can go on holiday with on more than one occasion and still remain friends. I mean the sort that you can talk about anything with.

I mean the sort that you don't have to talk about anything, in fact you don't have to say anything yet still derive pleasure from being in their company.

I mean the sort that will help you no matter what the situation and not note it down as a favour to be reclaimed at some future date.

I mean the sort that like you for just being you.

Friendship is less about what you say & do and more about who you are .
It is about being able to tell the truth without apology.

It is about being able to spend time together over good food with or without alcohol, tell stories of ancient daring do, recount the latest senior moments (if you can remember them!), and laugh with others as they laugh with you at the latest embarrassing thing to have happened since you last met.

Andrew, Sharon, Kat - Thank You