So, I've been without my laptop for over a week, it's quite pathetic how much I was dependent on the damn thing. I'm glad it's back and repaired (I dropped the thing and the stupid light went out on the screen, don't ask me anymore, initially, I had visions of someone trying to screw a lightbulb into the front)
Anyway, in that time, I gave up my job. It wasn't an easy decision, but because of certain issues it just had to be done. I was glad I got the chance to go into the office last Saturday and properly say goodbye to the colleagues I was closer to and I#ve made some good friends from that place and hopefully will keep in touch with more, but it probably won't happen.
Ric Flair seemingly is set to retire at the end of the month at WrestleMania 24. I started watching wrestling in 1990 and was a massive fan of Hulk Hogan and although I still enjoy his hokey act, my passion of following an actual wrestler went to Ric Flair (initially because the first photo I saw of him he looked a bit like my Grandfather, who'd died before I was born!) so for the last, say, seventeen years my main reason for watching was Flair and even at his advanced age (he's nearly 60) I get more pleasure from watching him slowly do very little than watching people a third of his age, fly around the ring. Admittedly, at times, I think it's sad, because dammit, it's Ric Flair and he's a shadow of his former self and maybe he should retire. However, I can't help feeling a certain amount of melancholy towards the whole affair. I'm just horrendously biased and can't view this in any objective manner. My only living icon is a 60-year old, probably alcoholic, womanizer, with a mass of financial problems and has made a career in his underpants pretending to fight. I wouldn't have it any other way. Woooo!