Mad World

First off, an update. My dad is recovering at a fantastic rate. Each day that passes, a little bit more of his mind comes back. So much so that he pretty much hates everyone else in the ward and realises that Sunderland's win at weekend was only their second of the season. (He was born in Sunderland BTW). The physical effects won't be so easily remedied, but the physio should help in that department.

Secondly, can I just thank all of you who commented or blogged and sent your best wishes. I "know" none of you from Adam really, but this virtual world full of virtual friends has certainly warmed my heart and helped me get through some difficult days. Once again - thanks.

Finally, thank God for the carthartic presence of the web in general and the blog in particular.

The Closest Thing to Crazy

So, less than a month after the violation, my Dad has a stroke.

Please forgive me if I don't feel very charitable at the moment, but I've just broke my heart crying for the man that was always there and now isn't.

Love Will Tear Us Apart

I'm not dead or anything and I'm not banged up as a result of catching the scum referred to in my last post. Ooops, did I say "catching" then? No chance. Not with the archaic, fumbling, creaking insurance assessors police force we are blessed with.

I am, however, severely pissed off and at odds with the world. Even a weekend in Riga didn't put me back together again. Ho hum.

In the meantime there's a few additions from Riga in my photoblog on the right. Pictures, not words at the moment I'm afraid.

Here's some night photography that makes mine look positively pedestrian.

Not even cheering City's stuffing of the Reds in a pub full of United supporters in Riga helped. Must be bad.