So instead of lying in bed and stewing in my thoughts for hours on end, I thought I would write this marginally delirious blog post. Swell idea, eh? Change must always begin by looking inward. And if there could be only one thing that I seek, change would be it.

Sunday, September 5, 2010. Over the few years i had developed this peculiar habit of keenly observing people around me and let me confess its a damn good past time. I end up observing their peculiar habits, accent errm basically something like a character study. night club dancing involves random shaking of the arms and legs.

1947 TRIUMPH ROADSTER at SANDOWN TRIUMPH DAY. TRIUMPH ROADSTER RALLY KELMARSH 2010. This event was unique in many other ways. Firstly, on the Friday before, seven stalwarts gathered at Denbies Vineyard in Dorking from where they embarked on a 75 mile Road Run on th way to Kelmarsh. With a lunch break at Henley some fifty miles on and an overnight stay at the Honily Court Hotel, they completed the Run next morning.

Friday, April 17, 2009. Thursday, October 2, 2008. It was, in every sense, a perfect departure. Tuesday, September 23, 2008. Decided to be all prepared and try out packing my bag.

Dear God, I knew it would happen. Sure, they look cute now under those denim miniskirts, but what if this is just the calm before the storm? I could just feel a fashion disaster looming in the air. And how right I was. Dirty sluts and decent men. This attitude leads to all kinds of problems.