|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 01:45 am: |
So on Wednesday I broke my ankle playing football. Coupla days in hospital, wee op to give me a titanium plate to screw the fibula together, and the company of some very nice/very sarcastic nurses.
Now, I face a couple of weeks of being confined to the flat - and that's going to be the tester. No band, no pub, NO FOOTBALL. Just me, with my stookie up on a chair, looking out our back window, with a telephotolens on my camera... just in case...
On th other hand - might the ideal time to get on with my bloody novel. Wish me luck!
|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 06:43 am: |
I vote the bloody novel.
|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 06:58 am: |
See, now, that's what happens when ye get involved with these bloody "healthy" nonsenses. Football, indeed. Ye'd never have broken yer ankle playing poker, ye know. Or, I dunno, smoking.
Plus: what Jay said. Ye've no excuse now, Williamson.
|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 08:11 am: |
I'll bet you had those nurses wrapped round your little finger.
|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 08:22 am: |
The nurses were absolutely lovely - and by lovely I mean, sarcastic as anything. Only one winner there, I'm afraid.
The nov - well I'm thinking about it lots in between drug induced naps.
|Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 08:32 am: |
Yeah, bloody novel. On with it! And take care of those feet, it's hard to find replacements.
|Posted on Monday, May 09, 2005 - 12:12 pm: |
you'll be bionic, though!
|Posted on Monday, May 09, 2005 - 11:17 pm: |
Does that mean I'll be able to write twice as fast (ie at the pace of quite a fast snail)?
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 09:56 am: |
No, actually, thinking about it, don't work on the novel. I used to say to Susanna Clarke, "When are you going to finish the damned book?"
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 11:17 am: |
Hey Neil, did you get my editorial notes on your story in EV #9? I can't find record of you responding to them....
Well, you were asking about what to do.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 11:22 am: |
>No, actually, thinking about it, don't work on the novel. I used to say to Susanna Clarke, "When are you going to finish the damned book?"
What, you mean we might have to kill Neil in due course, too?
I think he's just proved capable of doing that on his own.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 12:34 pm: |
liz - absolutely no chance of me writing anything as expansive as JS&MN. It wore me out just reading the thing (pleasantly, though, of course).
liz- pretty obviously, I've made an absolute hash of killing myself. One bone does not a murder make...
john - haven't received anything from you at all. Are you sending it to my fsnet address (see my website for a link)? the btinternet one has been defunct for a year and a bit now.
Certainly I should be able to fit in any alterations at the moment (although I just had the tech guys set up with a VPN link to work, so I'll be doing a lot of proper work as well...)
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 12:55 pm: |
Hmm, now I can't call you a slacker vagabond in my head anymore since it's my fault you have not responded....
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 02:35 pm: |
Slack vagabond, eh? Well, you wouldn't be miles off the mark there to be fair, john.
|Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 02:40 pm: |
He's so modest.
|Posted on Saturday, June 04, 2005 - 03:48 pm: |
Scotland 2 - Moldova (God bless 'em) 0 !!!
Now, wasn't that worth breaking a limb over?
God bless ye, Mr W.
It's obvious to me now that your breaking your ankle was some kind of witchcraftian manoeuvre designed to obtain this most spectacular result.
Get well soon!
|Posted on Sunday, June 05, 2005 - 03:20 pm: |
Frankly, while ANY kind of a win over anyone is more than welcome right now, no, that one wasn't breaking a leg over.
A win over England in the knock-out stages of the World Cup on the other hand... now we're talking.
All in all, a more positive outlook though - if we can do it again in Minsk on Wednesday, I'll have had an excellent end to the season.