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Sunday 4th October 2009

A very busy weekend for my last complete weekend in Newbury, so much so that I spent a great deal of it outside the town. It was Sachin’s 30th birthday on Friday and he had arranged a night out on Saturday in Leicester and invited me a long with many other old Uni pals. I could not turn him down. I only got around to booking my hotel on the Tuesday evening (29th September) but was keen to go to Leicester as I had not been there since January 2008. Even then it had been a pop over to friends of the family rather than a venture into the city centre. It was all change now, The Shires had gone and been replaced by High Cross, the new expanded shopping centre with designer stores and a large John Lewis. There were numerous things that would have changed which I would only notice after walking around the city. I left Newbury around 10.30am, but had to meet up with a friend in Twyford. I was back on the road at midday and heading up the A404, then M40 to Leicester. My original planned route had to be changed due to junction closures, so I took the A43 across to Northampton and then the M1 north to Junction 21. I was running out of fuel (what is new) but this extended journey meant I would not make it to my University city without re-fueling (as much as I would try). So in the end I had to stop at Watford Gap to put in a few pounds to complete the final leg of my journey.

I got to Leicester around 2pm and found my hotel eventually. It was tuck away just behind a flyover. The Hotel Campanile was relatively new, like much of Leicester. The city has been re-generated in the years that have passed since I left. I parked up and went to check in, it was 14:32 and I had lots to do before the evening kicked in. I dumped my stuff in my rather modest room. It was clean, had a television, even a sofa bed in the corner and a mod-con showerroom. I called Ash but he was out on the golf course, so headed into town, hoping to meet up with Bhavna. However, she had text me during my journey (just as I had been finding the hotel) and cancelled on me. I was annoyed and set her an text to signal my frustration as I walked into the city centre. So much had changed, as I made my way towards the Clocktower. There was a Polish market taking place and the city centre was mobbed, as you would suspect for a Saturday afternoon. I headed to the new Highcross shopping centre and try to spot the differences from the Shires as I had known it. It had changed a great deal and the extension was impressive, I took my time walking around taking it, although just wondered past the entrance of John Lewis, the temptation to go in was not great enough. I then popped into HSBC (which had moved) and got in line to pay in some cash before heading to Welford Road to get my haircut. I went to Hair by Minesh, the same place I had got my haircut during my student days. However, his salon was being refurbished, so he had moved a few doors down. For a split second I thought he had gone out of business. He finished cutting a customer’s hair and then caught up with me. Although it took a while for him to remember my name, but to his credit he did without any prompting from me. After I got my haircut, I headed back into the city centre to grab some food. I also needed some hairgel, so went to Boots and got a wrap. I ate as I walked back to the hotel and then had a few hours to kill before I had to head back through my University campus.

The wifi at the hotel had only become free three days earlier, so I was in luck. I logged on using my E65 and updated both my Twitter and Facebook. It was good to have a net connection, I thought I would have to do without until Sunday afternoon. However the battery on my Nokia mobile was dying and to conserve it a little (I had not remembered to pack my charger) I switched it off while I got ready. I had quite a lot to do, considering. Once ready I noticed that the poor Wild Wild West was on ITV1 of the limited channels that were available on the hotel network. I was hungry now and as I had not heard from Ash, I headed into town get some food on my own. Due to lack of time, I just headed to Burker King, my diet was going to suffer this weekend but that was one of the downsides of being back in your University City. After having my food, I would not go as far to describe it as a meal, I headed through to campus. I took the old route, I used to take all the time which uses the subway to go past my former school building, James Went which was demolished a few years ago. You can imagine my surprise to find the subway entrance blocked with construction work. I had to take the crossing above crowd and saw the building that is replacing James Went take shape. Although it was difficult to see everything, in the darkness. I walked around and down The Gateway and the Union came into view. Memories of my final year came flooding back. It felt very strange walking back down this road, after three years here as a student from the turn of the century to 2004. As I got to the Glo Bar (which was called Russells when I was a student here) I saw birthday boy Sachin appear at the door and greeted him with a hug plus his birthday card. We headed to the cashpoint and the night could begin.

Sachin & Teg

It was a great night out, it always is when I go back up to Leicester and see my friends. I took nearly 200 photographs and the best I have uploaded to a fresh FlickR set. As with all events with Sachin and Rish, there was dancing to Bollywood and MJ, most of which I captured in still images although perhaps video footage would have been better. A lot of old school songs were played and garage from the early years from when we started University. It was good fun. My ex-housemate Jaymin arrived and I also bumped into my friend Reema and her friend Jags. Overall a great night had by all. We had planned to disappear into town around midnight but Sachin convinced us to stay until the end. Jaymin then dropped the girls home before we stopped by JBS on Narborough Road for purely nostalgic reasons. It was many a time spent there after a night out. Jaymin then dropped me back to my hotel before driving back home to Redditch.

As I walked into reception, there was a crowd of about five people having a heated debate about something after a night out. I smiled at the female security guard on the front desk and jumped in the lift to the third floor. As I got to my bed, I looked at the time on my phone. It was 03:03am. Five minutes later, I updated both my Facebook and Twitter status again. Rather than go straight to sleep, I got changed, and grabbed my camera to review all the photos before finally crashing out some forty minutes later. I was very tired and could not keep my eyes open much longer.

I woke up around 7.37am and got ready. I wanted to get back to Newbury as soon as I can, as I had so much to fit in before my friend arrived later this afternoon. I checked out at 8:32am and drove to Fosse Park. Unfortunately, yet another fast food establishment (which for the purposes of this blog will remain anonymous). After a quick breakfast and well earned and necessary cup of tea I headed to the petrol station to get some diesel. The air line was out of order so I had to drive around and find the air line at the Sainsbury’s (the other side of the park) to check my tyre pressures before hitting the motorway in the beautiful Sunday morning sunshine. A great weekend so far and so much more to look forward to.

I landed back in Newbury just after 11am, signalling my arrival with a tweet. I had about an hour to wait before my friend arrived, so cleared the flat a little and then jumped on the computer to transfered the photos from the camera. It was nice to actually have something planned for Sunday, as usually the day just flows by without much being done. Sure, I would watch a movie or catch up on paper work but from time to time

As I was soon to depart Newbury, this was my last Sunday in the town. It was apparent to me that I had not visited one of the main tourist points of the town, the hidden gem that is Shaw House, so I decided to go on Sunday afternoon. A pleasant way to spend away a few hours but it was not what I expected at all. The place was dead. We had a look around and were given some insightful information by the guides but the lack of other people made the place feel rather bare. We quickly decided that we should just go back to the flat as the venture out had turned into a bit of a disaster. Well perhaps more so for them and their planned family day under the title of Treemendous! Suppose it does not matter how many millions you spend rennovating a building, unless you get the punters through the door.

Back at the flat, it was time to catch up on some television with a nice cup of tea before X-Factor and then food! I have to say with X Factor I have only taken a passing interest, as my weekends have always clashed with the show, so I have only caught bits and pieces. It was good to watch who made it into the live shows though, although in typical ITV fashion, the show is drawn our and they pull on every emotional heart string possible to make it even more compelling. Before you know it the weekend is out and the working week kicks off again. However, for a change, I held the cards. It was my last week in the job and I was looking forward to a key moment on Friday afternoon. Leaving the building and never ever having to come back.

Sunday 6th August 2006

August already? The year is rushing by and I have quite a backlog of events to write about. I wish I could slow things down or just have more time to make sure everything is covered. I suppose, I should mention my failure to get tickets for Arsenal’s opening fixture at Emirates. A limited selection of tickets went to sale to Red members originally on Wednesday morning. This was delayed until 2.30pm due to technical problems and was then postponed until Thursday morning at 9.30am. While I was able to eventually log on on Thursday morning, each block that had limited tickets would not allow me to book a single ticket. This was annoying, including my session timing out and then having to log back in. After another attempt, the event was disabled. What few tickets had remained had been sold. I was disappointed but not that gutted as there will be other opportunities and other matches.

Pav invited me down to The Opera House in Bournemouth for Slinky with a guest appearance from his favourite DJ, Tiesto. This was first time in Bournemouth for clubbing, although I have been down to the beach several years ago. Nigel was in his 1.8 T reg Vectra and I struggled to keep up with him in my Punto on the M3. We got there around 10.30pm. This was pretty good going, as I left Wycombe just before 8pm and got to Eastleigh just after 9pm, not bad considering I was running out fuel.

Tiesto @ Slinky

I am not a big fan of dance music but I really enjoyed the night. It was great fun. The converted opera house makes for a unique venue, with an upper balcony over looking the main dance floor and stage. We spent most of the night here as it was less crowded. We did pop downstairs for a while and tried to get near the front of the stage but it was just unbearable. The heat and lack of air conditioning didn’t really help. The event was a sell out with over two thousand people crammed into this relatively small venue. There was a chill out room at the back upstairs and it was screening several movies over the course of the night, including The Goonies and Clockwork Orange. There were some dedicated clubbers in all their clubbing gear, including the traditional glow sticks. Tiesto’s set was at midnight until 3am and Rich, one of Pav’s friends from Liverpool recorded the whole set onto his mp3 player and I hope to listen to it again when he sends it to me later this week. A great night out and my first ever Slinky experience. It is a shame I did not go there on an average Friday night rather than a big event so I could truly appreciate the atmosphere with a smaller crowd. Don’t worry I haven’t become a converted clubber, but I will listen to some more material from the Dutch DJ.

Leicester Sky Line

Was in Leicester last night for Sachin and Rish’s engagement party. Left Wycombe around 3pm and got into Leicester at 4.30pm, staying at the Ibis hotel, right in the city centre. I walked into town as soon as I checked in, just to check out the town. When I got back to my room, I was about to get ready and switched on the television. ITV1 had a snowy picture but you could just about see what was on. The screen was black and a date appeared on the screen in white text. Saturday, 26 October 1985. I knew instantly that this was one of my favourite movies of all time. I watched the opening credits and the main hoverboard chase scene before going to get ready. It was strange going back to my University city after two years, the city and campus has changed so much. Difficult to describe how I felt walking down Gateway to The Quay. My department building, James Went has now been torn down and they are building a replacement, with the steel frame slowly being constructed. Met up with Darren, Sunil and Pritesh when they arrived and we went upstairs for the party. First time I had seen them in nearly three years and about two years since I had last seen Sachin. Had a great night out, it was brilliant to be back in Leicester and see some of my old friends. I took my CyberShotU with me but have yet to go through and download the pictures onto the computer. Will try and get that done during the week and upload them.

Monday 31th May 2004

Firstly, I wish to extend my deepest apologises to many of my friends. The last few days, and this holiday weekend just past, have been extremely hectic. I have
tried my best to keep in touch with everyone and let them know what is going on. I know this has not always been possible, therefore, I would like to use my blog to make this brief announcement. I am sorry to anyone, who feels I have not been a good friend to them in the past week or so. A friend commented, that I had forgotten all the ‘little people’. This is not the case at all. I have not forgotten anyone, it just has been hard to find the time to reply to e-mails, texts and of course e-mails. With this apology, I would subsequently like to add, that I will be making a renewed effort to get in touch with everybody (and I do mean, everybody) over the course of the next few days.

Not been able to spend the amount of time I would have liked on my website today. I am currently going through all the images from the Motor Show. There are 160 in total. I want to bring them down to a reasonable number, and then upload a selection of the best. Edited, cropped and re-sized only eight so far. Hope to have the album added and the current albums updated by the end of the week. But please, don’t hold me to that deadline.

So how do I add a final note for Leicester? The city holds so many great memories for me, that it is difficult at times to realise, the significance of the decision to go to the Midlands to study.

Closure is important in all of our lives. It is important to know that there is a need to move on. What is more difficult to grasp is the opportune moment to do so. This will not be my final entry on Leicester, because there is so much more the city holds for the future. Sometimes words are just not enough, and a picture paints the scene, in a more powerful and dramatic fashion. A new day, has come.

Friday 28th May 2004

My housemate Nav told me that he knew a ‘Strickland’ back at his secondary school. No relation to the case of the bully, recently in the news. To understand the significance of this comment, you need to go back to my entry from
Friday 23rd January 2004. I have not had the pleasure or (discomfort) to know anyone from my favourite childhood movies. Until now, that is. From the instant introduction, my thoughts drifted to pitballs, a sports almanac and of course, manure! Yes, the arch villain from the Back To The Future Trilogy. Perhaps arch villain is too strong a description. George McFly’s rival, that sounds better. It is not for me to discuss the major cosmic powers at play when it comes to the mystery of chance events. The more I drift from a skeptic to a believer, that everything happens for a reason. To not be in control of my destiny is a feeling, I hate. But I am beginning to learn that it is choice, not chance – that determines our destiny. Even the most smallest and insignificant decisions you make, can have a paramount consequence later on. Sometimes this decisions are even forced by others. Sippy and I had been sitting on a table in the middle of the hall. Then we were moved towards the back of the hall, when the evening meal was served. We chose a table, thinking little of the chain reaction of events we were just about to start. So Biff and some friends came and sat down on our table. Who knows where the conversation will take us and whether, these trivial introductions will go beyond the few hours of the evening. I try to tell myself I am a good judge of character. But even, I have been proved wrong. Haven’t we all? But Biff had little in common with his Hollywood name sake. A comforting thought, he does not want to know how Sibtain reacts when someone calls him, "yellow".

[Image courtesy of Aaron Aryanpur Caricatures]

I find it very difficult to control my level of expectations, generally. When there is something around the corner I am looking forward to, I begin to elevate the occasion, far beyond what is deemed necessary. Then, when everything falls apart at the seems, and I found myself inconsolable. Having invested so much hope and great expectation into this something, and when it doesn’t go to plan, I feel somewhat disappointed and even cheated that things did not go according to plan.

One of the more strange events of the evening, was my conversation with a waiter. For a young man in his early twenties, and of Anglo-Saxon heritage, I was rather bemused, when he asked, “Is Raghav playing tonight?”. I was then shocked to discover he had a likely for the Urban Asian music scene and wanted to know what other acts were playing. Everyone to their own, and in my own personal nature, I should have been quiet pleased of the social integration taking place between two very different communities. But for some reason, my thoughts drifted back to one of my first nights out in Leicester, at the beginning of this final year. My friend Gareth, had said, “Teg, it just doesn’t look right!”. He was referring to the image of the white man on the dance floor, bopping along to Punjabi MC’s, ‘Mundian To Bach Ke’, which
really means ‘From Boys Stay Safe’ (literal) but ‘Beware Of The Boys’ was used by the media. I had until, this night always agreed with Gareth. :D

Everyone knows that I am not heavily into my desi vibes (unlike my sisters!) For every two thousand English (Western) songs that I like, there are a handful (I mean handful) that I like in terms of Bhangra. Don’t get me wrong, some of the songs just make you want to get up and dance. As my blog entry from 18th December 2003, will testify. In terms of Asian music I listen to, I have Urban Explosion which has a nice diverse range of music, which generally does blend quite well. Then subsequently, in December, I obtained a copy of Urban Fusion, on the pivotal advice of the doctor. No, not that Doctor but this rather special doctor. The artist billing, for the evening, was not the main selling point for me, it never was going to be that simple. I was aware of a few artists that were playing, from having seen the Shared Folder on the family PC after my sister’s have both been on KaZaa. Anyway, all talk of personal preference aside, I was glad that Raghav did perform on the night. (Even if with some stupid red baseball cap!) It left a sour taste in the mouths of those leaving and spreading cyber lies, via the Punjab 2000 message board.

Looking back over the past four years at Uni, and as I enter my last few days in Leicester as a student. What have I achieved? One of the most important goals for me was to meeting new people. Being that have in their own way, made a contribution to my life at University. What is difficult for me to comprehend, is how quietly Uni life comes to an end. It started with fireworks, great expectations (not that topic again!) and hope. It ends, softly with the vision of me walking down by the canal and disappearing into the distance. Maybe not quite the beautiful picture, but close, very close.

I have always wondered how the more affluent parts of student community live. With all those expensive designer tastes, champagne and intoxicating dress sense. Chauffeur driven in their neighbour’s Porsche. No accommodation or regular rent payment worries. Living the life of luxury, and with some style. I envy you people!

A few final minutes to reflect, although I doubt I will ever stop thinking about all those passing moments. How did they drift by so quickly? As quickly as the water drifts across the stream. How did four years, which seemed like a lifetime, pass by with almost the flicking of an eye? Leicester… my time has come… I bid you good night….

Sunday 25th April 2004

Why do holidays pass by so quickly? I am back in Leicester and have a brief (very brief) rest bite before my exams begin in two weeks time. This is it. This is the final countdown. The final hurdle. I feel strange because I have not spent the time thinking about this moment, as I perhaps would have done in the past. Maybe because the moment has arrived in such fashion that it has taken me by surprise. I am looking forward to the end, particularly now as I can see the finish line just ahead.

The author of Something In Between, feels that I need to incorporate a comment system for all my blog entries. I am considering this and will be implementing something hopefully early next month. I am aware that my last entry caused some controversy and many of you wanted to post your opinions. You will be able to very soon. For the time being, my Guestbook, and good old fashioned e-mail will have to suffice. I am always looking out for other blogs to add to my blog roll. Something original and different is best, but I am sure there are blogs out there which could become daily reads.

I recall what I was doing a year ago and how University was far from my mind. I know I have noted how much my placement was more of a low-point that highlight of the recent years. I do not want to give the impression that I am not glad things worked out the way the did. My Dad always says that you have to see the good, even in the bad things that happen, “Maybe It Is A Blessing In Disguise”. It has taken me nearly 5 years to learn, what he meant but I think it was a very important lesson. I tend to be very negative, my blog can be a testament to that. However, I begin to realize that everything does happen for a reason and several things came together for me around this time last year. All in all. I am glad they did. It is only now I begin to appreciate how important that time was for me. I just hope, sincerely hope that in the coming few days other people also remember. Remember the effort that was put in. For the city that would be the UK’s LA. The impression it has left me, means I will be back. Soon. Very soon.

Tuesday 6th April 2004

I haven’t been avoiding blogging, as many would have you believe. Defeat is something that I’ve only tasted a few times with Arsenal this season and I am sure they will bounce back this evening against Chelsea. Once again, someone else has been able to put together the words that fit the current situation with the Gooners, in the most fitting phrases. Once again, I turn to my dear friend in Spain. The English teacher, well I presume that from how he ends most of his blog entries. Read the entry from after the game against Manchester United. You realise that his heart truly does lie in North London. Long may Arse Blog, come to provide all us Arsenal fans with a ‘fan’s view’ of life with the Red Army.

Had some relatives over, during the past few days. I must say it has been nice and pleasant to see them again. Not sure of the exact dates, but last saw them in Paris, Easter 1993. We do have a small twenty minute video of the trip, and there are some classic moments. Including the wearing of some jumpers that Zack Morris,
of Saved By The Bell fame would have been ashamed off. Luckily the VHS has gone missing to save my blushes. Well for the time being anyhow. My uncle is a big fan of cricket, so we have been watching the opening two days of the 2nd Test between India and Pakistan in Lahore. I must admit that I am not a big fan of cricket. I do enjoy the one day internationals and of course the World Cup. However, it lacks the speed, fluidity and flair that football has. The games are drawn out affairs, taking place over the course of several days. That is not to say, that split second events and actions do not turn a game around, I just feel, as a sport it lacks the excitement and sheer entertainment value of football. Pakistan have made a good return following the first Indian innings and reached a commanding 355-3. Will have to see how the next few days go, but I feel that Pakistan will win this test, and India, hopefully come back and win the series. I will of course be keeping an eye on the scorecard, if not watching explicitly on Sky.

What else is there mention in my blog? Well I am back in Wycombe for the Easter break. Got to get my project wrapped up and my report written and exam revision organised. I am glad to be back, even though I’ve not actually made a conscious decision to contact any of my friends, thus far. I will do later this week. I know, if I get in touch with them now, I will meet up with them earlier and consequently get very little work done. Better I get down to some good work. Sorry if this entry lacks some of the now regularly emotion, wit, humour and reflection. I just am not in that frame of my mind at the moment. I feel the reason for this is, my environment. I am back at home with my family. There is so much going on and so many other distractions (Sky, friends, driving) that I find it difficult to find myself and the time to actually perhaps be myself as I do, when in Leicester. For when there, I still in my room, all alone, with only my thoughts guiding the flow of my fingers on the keyboard. Right now, I do not have the time or space to take such deep reflection. I know this will fragment many of future entries, but I shall try my best to bring some depth and feeling to my blog. If I fail in this, please let me know.

I end with a quote. A quote that should be filling the minds of some 12 players at Highbury. Arsene Wenger, should be doing his utmost best to make sure that two defeats do not equate to, “down and out”. Far from it. I never pictured myself quoting an impeached President’s quote on my blog, but then I suppose stranger things have happened. Perhaps one of the few truth’s the man spoke are symbolic of not just him and his predicament, but some challenge we all face at sometime in our lives.

A man is not finished when he’s defeated; he’s finished when he quits.” – Richard Millhouse Nixon

Monday 16th February 2004

Back in Leicester, after a weekend at home. As always, time at home is extremely hectic, and before I know where I am, the time has drifted by and the East Midlands beckons once more. Another week at Uni begins and with it, the expectation and realisation that this is the final hurdle. A phrase which echoes in my mind, whenever I head to campus. Not long now, I know, as I draw closer to the finish line with every passing day.

Arsenal were in FA Cup action on Sunday lunchtime. I was eagerly anticipating the 5th Round tie. I recall coming back on Saturday 8th March, from Leicester to the catch the last dramatic encounter between the London clubs in this cup competition. If that match had anything to go by, I was in for an entertaining game of football. However, I was disheartened to hear that Henry was out of the game through injury. I knew that this would be a major test for the Gooners. Chelsea, must have thought this was the best opportunity to beat us in four years. The tie was going as scripted, with the Blues scoring towards the end of the first half. I had a feeling though. I had a feeling about our new signing Reyes. He had to deliver at some point and why not the best cup competition in the world. Two amazing goals in the space of five minutes. I would have been happy to go for the reply, but Reyes proved that with time and space he is deadly. What was everyone saying about Arsenal’s over reliance on Henry? I also feel a huge mention of Dennis Bergkamp is necessary. His contribution and vision was inspiring. Admirable to see a player still showing great skill and talent, even at the twilight of their professional career. There were numerous occasions when he split open the Chelsea defence, but unfortunately Arsenal were not able to make the most of the goal scoring opportunity. Not much else to report I am afraid at the moment. Upgrading my hosting this week, so the guest book should be online by Friday or the weekend.

I am breaking with the tradition of my website. Usually, I do mention a site, a webmaster and praise their creative ability. However on this occasion, I’m going
to go once step further and dedicate this blog entry to my dear friend, Kristy. For the rest of the events as they unfold will have a special meaning, only for
her. I hadn’t driven my car since Christmas and was looking forward to getting behind the wheel again. In anticipation for this, I burnt myself an Audio CD for the
first time, since Christmas. There were so many songs that I had been listening to excessively on WinAmp, but creating a track listing wasn’t too difficult. I need to take you back, take you back to the days of my placement. I mention on Wednesday 23rd April, that I had created yet another MP3 CD for the car. This particular collection was called ‘Pure Pop’. Now, I am sure that you are the same as me, when you are listening to a new album. You go straight for the songs that you know and love. Those that have been released as singles and had the most radio play. Very much, like a kid in sweet shop. You go for your favourite sweets, always. After a time, you begin to actually listen to the other tracks on the album. On one occasion, I recall vividly taking such a decision with this MP3 CD. I was going to start at track one, and let the CD cycle through all the tracks. The day I did
this, I was on the M1, heading back from Bedford, after yet another eventful day at work. But work was far from my mind and my thoughts were far from the road ahead. I already had a good collection of favourite songs on this album, beyond the well known singles. I thought there were no more I needed to hear. I was
far from right. As track six faded away, and the noise of the motorway traffic became apparent to me once more, I felt something strange. The feeling was that
of a distant memory. The song started, and music filled my car once more. The arrangement was breathtakingly perfect, every note timed with such grace and poise. Then the vocals began. There was only one person I thought of when I was listening to the song, those feelings came rushing back. “You say you’re sorry for the things That you’ve done To my life”, struck such a cord with me. I know that my time on placement was the best time for me professionally, where I took major leaps and bounds as a person. However, personally, it was the worse phase of my life in recent years, particularly the second half of 2002. Everyone knows that I am a fan of pure pop, and this was pure pop at it’s best. Simple, yet dramatic music that moves the soul. I had been listening to the song again, in recent weeks, not really sure why. The song is still as magnificent as ever, but those feelings, I felt in April are alien to me now. On Saturday, I headed to Bedford and there was only one song I
wanted to hear on my stereo. As I headed onto the motorway, the track came on. While driving my thoughts again drifted, but further afield than before. Across
the Channel to the Netherlands, to Rotterdam, where Kristy lives. I recalled with great accuracy the MSN conversation I had with her, in early January. I had
asked her what songs I should listen. She recommend the aforementioned track. I listened to it again, and the memories came flooding back. I asked if the
song had a video on the band’s DVD album. I was disappointed to hear, that it did not. But then Kristy told me that they performed the song live and the footage
included my favourite member, pumping the air in celebration during the minor bridge in the song. I tried to picture this and smiled. The power of music. Never to be underestimated. The band are of course, Liberty X and the song is, “Everyday”, from their debut album, “Thinking It Over”.

Friday 13th February 2004

Home for the weekend. Left Leicester around 5.40pm, and got into Wycombe around 7.20pm which was quite good going, taking into account I was driving my sister’s M-Reg, Metro GTA. It is only a 1.1 injection, but still quite nippy. May go into London this Saturday to get some sightseeing done. Looking forward to the 5th Round of the FA Cup, particularly Sunday midday clash! :) Not much else to report at the moment, I’m afraid. Should be upgrading my hosting next week and have some more breathing space with regards to bandwidth.

MightyMouse has chipped his XBox and connected it up to his home network. All this, within a few days of having purchased the games console. Then there is myself, who takes months to get around going beyond the basic features of the hardware. Usual thing, I will just about work out how to make a phone call, send a text and use WAP. Then my dear friend Sippy, will come along and be customizing to the max! Happy Birthday to you old man! How does it feel? One year older, one year wiser?

Will update later, towards the end of the week, when I am can put everything into perspective, as I review events. Take care and hope you have a wonderful weekend.

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