Work avoidance techniques

Anybody want to go to see Belle and Sebastian? Francesca is really into them, as well as myself, so we're going north on 7th February to see them in Belfast - at least, I hope I've booked the tickets right over the internet or else I'm in for a kicking from one angry Italiana. I attach the beautiful cover of their recent single, and the band's website address.
http://www.belleandsebastian.com/

Today, I sort of felt like I wanted to write a little, without having anything much particularly to say - no change there, says Liam, chiming in over my ear in the eye of my imagination. Bro Peter (not a monk, you understand; though he is a celibate ...) and Uncle Sean visited Maynooth and my morally ambiguous self last night, as they were going to Leopardstown races today - is that a real town for Leopards? says Francesca over my other ear. They made it down in the mid-afternoon, and Peter and I spent the afternoon watching Sean attempt to do the Telegraph crossword. My dictionary came into its own - I could say yes to the question, 'Would you have such a thing as a dictionary here?' (Good for the ego; I felt more like a student as I handed over my Encarta Student edition, almost a thousand pages by the looks of it; I myself having used it once to check up on the word 'banal'.) We answered a clue with a word that's doesn't exist in any dictionary I have, for I have several and in many tongues, and we are convinced it must be right. Not quite sure what it means though, but it fitted like a pair of leather trousers on a cold day.

Then last night we were off out to the Roost to aperitif, dine, digestivo, notice glittering things along the way, all in the company of the admirable Ann, then off home by the way of all feet. By the way, Piedino is the italian for footsie, Ann informed me mischieviously last night as she sat across the table from Uncle Sean with a certain glint in her eye. Sorry, Ann, one should not bandy a lady's what-not in public, sorry. Anyway, now it's today and they're off, they're away, and here I am in the office on a Sunday trying to drag the old consciousness to order and do some bloody marking. Fate worse than death. I avoid it like the plague. I even went as far as writing a lecture in the process of my avoidance technique today. If I keep this up, I'll have all my notes for the semester done in no time. It was a lecture on Buddhism, which said all is suffering and illusion - so what's the bloody point anyway? I may as well slack off a bit. Maybe start smoking. I think the alcohol's still in my system from last night, not to mention bacon and egg from this morning - always brings out the carnivorous aggressive in me. Rrrrrrrr. Ah well, I can't keep that up for ever. I'll have to put the kettle on and have a nice stirring cup of coffee ... Maybe I'll just prepare another lecture before getting started in earnest on the marking. Or I could whitewash the outside of the house instead ... No, that would be taking things a little far. I'll just get off my demure derriere and get to work, no holds barred, no provaricating, no hedging the issue, no unnecessary hesitation, no dilly-dallying, no kicking along the cobblestones, no feeling-groovy, none of your put off to the morrow stuff, none of that more haste less speed; no, just down to earth, honest to goodness, pure as the driven snow, hard work. Arbeit macht frei! No, that tears it, I'm definitely not doing it now. I'll prepare that lecture on Yoga instead ... now how do you begin the standing on your head ruse? Well, I suppose taking the shoes off would be a good start ...