September

At times, I feel confused. It really annoys me when I read news or politics. What you get is two people's opinion, both of whom are trying to convince you that they're right. Neither of them is looking for the truth, just how best to cover their backs or get your vote. Also, T.V. adverts - I don't understand them, why do people buy toilet paper because there's a puppy rolling around in the stuff? Do people not know that puppies arses are amoungst the foulest places know to man?I've noticed that very few (read: none) adverts appeal to me, which has made me think I'm out of touch with the common person. Maybe there's a massive amount of strange, wealthy people who respond to adverts by buying what I would consider to be shit. We're sold anti-ageing products with the suppressed premise that "You don't want to look old" which is unkind. Although I don't need to worry about looking old just at the moment; "Do you have any ID?"... sad times.

September... Once again my memory isn't vivid, though there are things I recall with clarity. A theme was pets. I took a week or so in Inverness where I looked after my mum's cat. I had access to a car so made trips westward, to the luxury quality Torridonian sandstone. I'll echo Alan Cassidy here and say that this rock is brilliant, however I'm going to keep up the reputation of the lost generation. I just bouldered. No big ticks, but good times were had at the Celtic Boulders and Kishorn. I remember racing Anna's dog across the beach, and getting an earful of tongue from Dave's dog.

I've tried Tolerance a bit, but I don't think my motivation is deep enough for it, unlike someone... I've climbed once since getting back to Glasgow, which was a trip to Bowden Doors, which I liked. But the sandstone was clearly inferior to the north west, with some feeling like soggy cardboard and most holds being sandy, and a bunch of Uni club wanks bumbling over the place... I've recently told myself to stop looking for criticisms and concentrate on the good bits; that last sentence was a bit of a fail.