No socks plrease, we're British!

In order to shine a light into the Geek's domestic arrangements I include the following conversation:

Geek: "I hate bedsocks"

Tallulah: "But you wear socks in bed, don't you?"

Geek: "Occasionally, but they are not bedsocks"

Tallulah: "If you wear the socks in bed then they are bedsocks".

Geek: "No. I may wear socks in bed, but they are not bedsocks".

Tallulah: "What kind of socks do you wear in bed then?"

Geek: "Occasionally I wear socks in bed but they are only socks that I happen to wear in bed, not 'bedsocks' which are socks that are specifically designed with the express intention of being worn in bed".

Tallulah: "Surely it is better to wear socks in bed that are specifically designed to be worn in bed rather than standard socks".

Geek: "No, because if I wear socks (of the non-bedsock variety) in bed I can deny the bedsock element by convincing myself that in fact I am merely by sheer co-incidence wearing socks in bed. If I wear bedsocks in bed I am faced with the stark reality that I am, in fact, wearing bedsocks in bed".

Tallulah: "I'm leaving you".

There you have it. As a 34 year man who has been in a stable and loving relationship for 6 years I reserve the right to occasionally wear socks in bed in the heart of the cruel midwinter. This does not, however, mean that I am ready to wear bedsocks. One has to have standards!

New Year (Lack of ) Resolutions

First off I'd like to wish my dwindling number of readers a Happy New Year.

2007 has been a difficult year for the geek having started with the most difficult exhibition I've ever worked on. March was great because I asked Tallulah to marry me (and sometime around April or May she stopped saying "OHMiGod" long enough to say yes). June saw a great birthday party for my beloved but also saw the heaven's open. July saw Tallulah fall ill and she only really recovered shortly before our September trip to Amsterdam. October to November was a period of really hard work at work and saw my mother fall ill and then December was the usual combination of shopping and soul searching.

All of which is a roundabout way of explaining why I've once again failed in my resolution to update this blog more often. Blame the past year, blame my workload, blame society, blame the addictiveness of Facebook (erm, actually the latter IS probably largely to blame) but I just haven't been putting in the hours at the keyboard that I used to.

What I won't do is promise that I can update it very often - I don't make promises when I believe that there is a chance that I can't fufil them (your starter question for ten is: exactly how annoying is this peccadillo as far as Tallulah is concerned?) - but what I will do is promise to update it more often. Unless there is a nuclear war, or a bird-flu epidemic, or if I simply can't be arsed.