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I must be getting old…

I was supposed to go for a few beers last night – Liam’s 19th, and Harriett’s 45th (Wednesday).

Couldn’t be bothered though – so I stayed home and had an early night. Got a great night’s sleep though, my phone battery died durig the night and so there was no alarm to wake me – thus I was rushing around like a headless (but well rested) chicken at 7.30.

Made it into work by 7.45 though – I rock!

I’m not old – I’m saving energy… ๐Ÿ˜‰

Tomorrow's the day…Yid Army!

Rik, I ALWAYS answer email – and I check my junk folder constantly (always thinking “Why have junk filters when I go through to make sure nothing got junked by accident…”, a geek thing probably *shrugs*)

I had a lunch date yesterday ๐Ÿ™‚ well, we met at 2, but it seemed to go well and it was well after 11 when I wandered into the Tudor for a sneaky last pint.

Of course, it’s never that easy…ended up in town and remember a kebab in the New Inn?

Oh, and rumour has it there’s a football game on tomorrow…in London? N17?

Wait…could it be…

Spurs v Arsenal?


And Keane’s home again? ๐Ÿ˜€

Oooh…I’m getting shivers just thinking about it. It was around this time we had the pleasure of a small win over them last year in the Carling Cup semi-final. Got a small bet with a friend – it’s like taking sweets from a kid really, he’s NEVER taken any money off me yet (well, he IS a Gooner…).

Prediction: Pavlyuchenko first scorer – a belter from the edge of the box. Keane running in like he does and tucking the second away before half time (complete with forward roll, shooting arrows celebration – instantly re-establishes his God status at The Lane). Bust up in the tunnel on the way out for the second half – Dawson carded. Rough as hell second half, cards all over the shop, 5 minutes from time Lennon makes a speedy, mazy run, puts a cross into the box, Pav sees Keane and chips the ball up – Keane volley into the top right. Stadium erupts…Arsenal consider moving back to South London. Job Done.



Thursdays – full of the promise of the weekend

I LOVE Thursdays ๐Ÿ™‚

Got my mum’s broadband connection up and running last night – complete with the whole “Install CD? manual? HA! I laugh at you!” then proceeded to plug all the cables in and use a browser (Firefox of course) to configure the router – job done.

Had to use those power adaptor wireless thingies (technical term) ‘cos her master phone socket is downstairs while the computer is upstairs – connection is good though. Now all I’ve got to do is add a TV card so my brother and me can wire the CCTV cameras into the computer and monitor/record remotely. Well, I do have to show mum how to use email and the browser to look up stuff which reminds me of when my dad was still alive and expressed an interest in computers. I set him up with a webcam and MSN and he chatted to some family a few times. It was only after he died my sister told me that she’d showed him my webpage at some point and he was very impressed – meant the world to me that he thought that. I miss him.

Got a lift arranged to get to Heathrow Saturday morning (7.30am flight – means we’ve got to be there at 5.30am…harsh), I also found out that Terminal 5 has 1 bar landside and LOADS airside ๐Ÿ™‚ and they all open at 5.30am so we’ll be good for breakfast (in a liquid stylee ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

Dennis’ GF asked me last night if I was all ready to go. My reply? “All I have to do is throw a few things in a bag…I’ll do it 5 minutes beforeI leave.” (I’ll probably end up doing it later tonight – I’m actually too organised to leave it until the last minute).

Weather for the weekend is pretty good – temperatures around 16-18 degrees (memo to self: take a jumper), so some sight-seeing is the order of the day weekend – the Duomo is a breathtaking sight apparently (Bruno has practically ordered me to go see it…I will), of course the San Siro will be awesome (shame there’s no game there this weekend), and Italian women – oh where to begin…I’ve always been attracted to brunettes over blondes, and the Italian accent is the most sexy I’ve EVER heard.

Hmm…found some (humorous) phrases:

Dove รจ l’oliva piรƒฦ’ร‚ยน vicina giardino? – Where is the closest Olive Garden?
Dove disfaccio di questo corpse del bellboy? Where do I dispose of this bellboy’s corpse?
Il vino รจ squisito, puรƒฦ’ร‚ยฒ io fondle i vostri genitals? The wine is delicious, may I fondle your genitals?
Diretto me alla tomba del Mussolini, dato che lui era un uomo grande Direct me to Mussolini’ grave, for he was a great man
Ho dormito con uno dei vostri locals, esso stings quando orino I slept with one of your locals, it stings when I pee
Nessun contatto, gradisco guardare. Sentite l’odore di come la madre. No touching, I like to watch. You smell like mother.


And now to do some work…

The weekend


Finished work at 1pm, paid a few bills etc., had a bath and got right onto the important things in life: getting a few beers down me ๐Ÿ™‚

And then this happened:

Resulting in this:



What actually happened is Wendy, with an empty box in front of her, decided to sit in it and asked us to send her home. So her brother (Dennis) and me taped her into the box, then Andy (her fiance) and me carried her outside for ritual humiliation…as you do ๐Ÿ˜€

The rest of Friday is a blur of drink etc.


VERY hungover…managed to get out of bed, bath and eat, then did some shopping before, you guessed it – getting back on the beer.

Dennis and I decided to get wasted – so we did…VERY much so…


Ah Sundays – the last day of the weekend, a day to calm it down ready for the week…

Well, in theory.

Cue much beer, an impromptu water/beer fight in the Tudor whereon everyone decided to swap clothes (very surreal…)

Never managed to make it into work on Monday…sigh.


As I may have mentioned once or twice, I spend much of my working day (good job my boss doesn’t read my blog…) reading the QOTW on ๐Ÿ™‚

This weeks’ QOTW (that’s ‘question of the week’) is ‘Pointless experiments‘ and it’s hilarious – I’ve only ead 3 pages (slow morning…) and my nose is sore from laughing so hard coffee comes out of it.

It’s Friday! ๐Ÿ™‚ yay!

Payday, half day, start of the weekend…

I LOVE Fridays ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyone fancy meeting me for a beer (or 20) later?

Oh yeah, I posted a Youtube video that Rikaitch had on his site – go there (I’m too lazy to put it here…) and check out one he posted on Wednesday – makes for a good laugh…

EDIT: A post on the B3ta QOTW pointed me to this link ๐Ÿ™‚

SECOND EDIT: โ€œNo, my gun is quite bluntโ€ is the wrong answer to the question โ€œIs there anything sharp in your hand luggage?โ€


Just over an hour to go until the weekend…and to make myself at least sound busy, I’m adding some more inane ramblings.

I’m sure I posted pics of my ankle when I first broke it 18 months ago. Well, it’s finally healed – no open cuts or anything now (just a manky looking scar – will post a pic at some point). The MRSA I contraacted after the initial op meant everything took it’s time – it was about this time last year that the wound finally closed up, then I had a couple of months with everything all hunkydory. Then the screws started working their way out meaning wearing work boots or even socks was extremely painful. Then came the op to remove all the metalwork in April…3 months it’s taken for THAT cut to heal.

The fact that it was still pretty much open when I was in Spain meant that any trip to the beach meant me having to cover it and absolutely NO swimming in the (polluted) Med.

Still, all’s well that end well…

Still an hour to go.

Looks like I’m off to Milan in September – most likely the week after my birthday (the 16th, my 40th – buy me gifts/give me money/get me drunk). I’m going with Dennis (Czech guy from the Tudor) as he’s a really good mate and to be honest, the whole trip is geared to football so taking a woman would be kind of a waste (added to the fact I’m womanless at the moment ๐Ÿ™ )

Should be a memorable weekend – San Siro, drink (lots of), good food, Italian women…

ANOTHER EDIT: I took a pic of my ankle:

All fixed

All fixed

It doesn’t look too good – I’ve seen similar scars that are tiny white lines, but this is me and I’m fixed ๐Ÿ™‚

Weeee…Friday again

Another working week (almost) behind us ๐Ÿ™‚

Had a few beers with Darren last night – started out to be an enjoyable evening until this moronic woman came in and ruined it for us. We ended up hiding from her in the smoking area out back of the Tudor – kind of funny really, I mean, this is OUR local and she just wouldn’t take the hint (is telling someone to ‘fuck off’ a subtle enough hint?).

Anyhoo, we both got drunk so all’s well that ends well…

I don’t know how many of the people who visit my site check out the links, but I regularly visit many of them (Scaryduck and Rikaitch especially, and of course B3ta). Rikaitch posted a YouTube video t’other day – thought I’d share it as it does look kind of impressive:

Been at work for almost 2 hours now, done most of the stuff I have to do…time to surf for a while ๐Ÿ™‚

I love my job ๐Ÿ˜€

I’ve no idea what to do this weekend – your suggestions are welcome

EDIT: Check out this link – I promise it’s not pr0n or anything dodgy…just fecking hilarious…gonna keep me entertained this morning ๐Ÿ™‚

2nd EDIT: Almost 10am (3 hours to go – woohoo!), still surfing like a mad surfing thing ๐Ÿ™‚ found this on Scaryduck:

โ€œYou still smoking then?โ€

โ€œNaah โ€“ Iโ€™m tryinโ€™ to give it up. Iโ€™m doinโ€™ that Hitler Therapy anโ€™ everthing.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you mean โ€˜hypnotherapyโ€™?โ€

โ€œTried that anโ€™ all โ€“ itโ€™s shit. Now, yer Hitler Therapy โ€“ really does work.โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s it all about then?โ€

โ€œI pay fifty quid a session, anโ€™ this little Austrian bloke with a moustache shouts at me every time I try anโ€™ light up. For an extra twenty notes, you get a load of mucky pictures of Eva Braun.โ€

โ€œGood, is it, then?โ€

โ€œYeah, but I canโ€™t shake this burninโ€™ urge to go anโ€™ invade Poland.โ€

โ€œBut you can get patches for that, canโ€™t you…โ€

Um…he is not mad (allegedly) – but he IS a gooner (summat I overlook as he’s too fecking funny to miss…)

Anyhoo, too busy for all this…

*waits for kettle to boil*

(Almost) normal service is resumed

Finally got around to uploading the pics from my holiday (the only topless ones are of me – more than my life’s worth to do otherwise…) – see them on my Flickr page here.

Next thing is to upload the videos to YouTube…

It was a great week all in all, ther only bad point was the delayed flight back meaning I missed Lee’s funeral. I’d recommend La Pineda in Spain for anyone looking for a good holiday – the weather was great, food was awesome, beer was cheap and plentiful (1 litre of San Miguel for 1.45 euros ๐Ÿ™‚ ).

For the first time in years, I’ve actually got a suntan – even my legs got to see some sun. Actually, for the week, all I wore were shorts, shades and sandles – was a bit of a shock getting back to England and having to wear even a t shirt, then last night it rained when I was on my way to see the footy, so yet another shock having to put a jacket on…

Spain got through to the final though – up against the krauts. C’mon Spain!

Black 24

Another weekend almost over – another good one though ๐Ÿ™‚ got to see my friends before they move back to the US, got back to town Friday night and decided to grab a couple of quick beers so I parked up at home and walked into town.

Now, to set the scene: My original plan was to stay over at my friends and drive back Saturday, but I came back. Harriett is taking it easy with a bad back so she was only going to the cinema with her friend.

Unbeknown to me, Harriett had got back and decided to have ‘1 or 2’ drinks – this turned out to be a mixture of allsorts and she was just a little drunk – here’s a video I took:

I’d just like to add, that no wheelie bins or Harriett’s were harmed or mistreated in this video.

Saturday morning I missed a special delivery from the postman – it’s GOT to be my Foo Fighters tickets ๐Ÿ™‚ – I can’t wait – had these ordered since November. That’ll be Harriett and me next Friday – Wembley stadium ๐Ÿ˜€

The week after that I finish on Friday 13th (ruh, roh) and am off until the 26th ๐Ÿ˜†

I’m so looking forward to my holiday….

Oh yeah, you might wonder about the title of this post – When my friends said they were going to Vegas, that’s the first thing that popped into my head…I’m sure there’s a joke about voices in your head and black 24 – probably on Sickipedia somewhere.

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