R.I.P Candy

Bugger. My dog died. Our family dog.
Candy was a lovable if slightly scaredy white collie/whippet cross with black patches, notably on her back and across her face.
I had to phone home today - "solemn news" apparently. Candy was apparently staggering around and couldn't walk properly. Mum was going to take her to the vet but before they went she got worse rapidly. I don't know the exact details of her visit to the vet but I do know she was diagnosed with a brain tumour and had to be put down.
We'd had her for about ten years. Even living in Glasgow I liked seeing her. I liked throwing things for her on her regular Blackford Hill walk when I went home, and before that when I still lived with the family she was arguably responsible for helping me acquire a life, when the girl down the road who took an interest in her ended up being my first girlfriend.
Dad was always a little standoffish about her but apparently he's just as cut up as Mum now.
She was adorable and I'm gonna miss her. I'm going home this weekend and I dare say there'll be a noticable absence round the house.

Taikai

I'm heading off to the Kempo Taikai meeting tomorrow. Problem being it's in London and we're in Glasgow. Cue a nine hour minibus drive with only fellow kempo nutters for company. Including the arguably nuttiest of all driving the bus. Nevertheless, the alternative is staying at home and writing a week overdue essay all weekend, so I'm hardly going to turn down the chance. Looking forward to some high-quality displays and tuition. Hurrah!

Infidelity

Got a phone call this morning from an attached mate returning from a house he shouldn't have been at after a joint night out.
"Damn you! You were supposed to prevent me doing things like that!"
"Oh right. 'Stop'...not 'actively encourage'?. Oops"

Like I Said...

... I don't believe coincidence is significant, just amusing when it happens right. Thus when I perform oral sex on Catherine in the girl's toilets on Friday night, seeing the number plate A8 KTE the following day just tickles me.


I could mention that I'd just been having a slightly more civilised time at my aunt Kate's house, there for dinner with my visiting brother, which I'd been unable to finish. But that link's a lot weaker.

Walking Wounded

Ack. I'm a total casualty for so many reasons. My left arm is still itchin' from being throughly gone over by Erik the tattoo artist, and Thursday night just did for me. After I'd dragged myself over to Garscube for Kempo practice I went directly out on the pish with almost everyone I've ever seen at the QM. Now, apart from the ribs where Chris was punching me repeatedly (Kempo) and the scab on the back of my ear (alcohol) I can't remember which injuries I picked up where. Extra Kempo practice on Saturday helped, until the next morning. I should go swimming.