I think I might be growing up.
For a start, shockingly, I have successfully defeated my addiction to the computer. While my PC has been set up now for *ages*, the last time before now I used it was to produce those “comedy” t-shirts with DaveO for Cols birthday.
Secondly, I have started going outside and *enjoying it*! I actually *sunbathed* while on holiday!
Does this mean I am still a geek or not?
Well, I’m not sure.
While I was away, I didn’t read or buy a single computer or scifi magazine, and I could have visited a cyber cafe, but I didn’t. Having said that I did read five fantasy books, which isn’t the most geeky thing I could do, but it’s up there.
Maybe now Adam should stop making jokes about me being “Un-Cool Chris” (“Uncle Chris”, gettit? Ho. Ho.)
What’s the title all about then?
Well, as is traditional for the clan Garrett, when it is someones birthday or whatever we tend to get together and eat, drink and verbally abuse oneanother.
Jasons birthday turned out a little more eventful than usual.
While eating our nosh out in the garden, soaking up rays, and drinking cool canned lager, my Dad suddenly jumped up, shouting “You little shits! Come here you bastards” and the like.
Slightly suprised by this, Jason and I ran to see what the bother was, and was comfronted by the sight of my Dad leaping the garden wall into a gang of around 12 lads, continuing his tirade of colourful language.
The cause of his annoyance was evident in the destroyed plants he was holding, which had been torn out of the garden and discarded down the street.
My Brother and I leaped over the wall after, and fell in either side of my Dad. For a moment the three of us stood in the street, staring at the lads, my brother doing his best “big” impression he could, looking like he was holding an invisible carpet under each arm.
After a short delay the lads who just seconds ago had been saying “Come on then, think you can take us on Grandad?”, thought better of it and ran down the road, with my Dad following them, shouting “You spineless shits, come on then!”.
If that wasn’t comical enough, Jason, who had obviously been thinking of something intimidating to say, uttered words which will haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Come on!, who’s hard then?”
Maybe it is what he said, maybe it is the way he said it, maybe it was the fact *he* said it, but I had to stifle a laugh. Not an easy thing, to look angry and amused at the same time.
Next time we get into an argument that line will be wipped out and used against him quicker than Clares credit card at the January sales.
 Colin had his th Birthday the other week. Because he hadn’t arranged anything more exciting than the usual pub crawl, we decided to create custom t-shirts with “hilarious” Nerdy-Colin designs to wear. We laughed.
Clare and I will have been married a year the weekend after next. What a year. Those who know me well will know what sort of a year it has been for us, and what we have been through. It hasn’t all been fun, I can tell you, but at least we are together stronger than ever and we know now who we can rely on and who our friends are.
For the people who I count as friends, thanks.
And to the rest ..
Whatever you give away today
or think or say or do
will multiply about tenfold
and then return to you.
Whatever you feel about another,
be it love or hate or passion,
will surely bounce right back to you
in some clear or secret fashion.
If you speak about some person,
a word of praise of two,
soon tons of other people
will speak kind words to you.
Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul,
not secrets of the brain.
Kind ones bring us happiness,
petty ones, untold pain.
Giving works as surely as
reflections in a mirror.
If hate you send, hate you’ll get back,
but loving brings love nearer.
Remember, as you start this day,
and duty crowds your mind,
that kindness comes so quickly back,
to those who first are kind!
Let that thought and this one
Direct you through each day….
The only things we ever keep
are the things we give away.