I've found that I observe people. And I observe myself observing them.
Sounds a bit weird doesn't it. But bear with me for a moment.
I went to Bristol the other night for a friend's birthday. I wish I could have stayed on for Neyrissa's gathering, but work had to intrude. It was rubbish. Kind of. Well. Hmm.
It should have been rubbish, but I found it quite amusing. We went out, went to an awful, yet brilliant rock type pub (They played Manowar! Fuck yeah!), and there were merely 5 of us. The birthday person, her housemate, another (male) housemate, one of his friends and me. Anyhoo, it turns out that someone is screwing someone that someone else used to have a thing about, and the last person is screwing the aforementioned person who had a thing for someone else.
You still with me?
No, I didn't really expect you to be either, because it's just a bit of crazy childish bollocks.But that didn't stop everyone from falling out with each other, glaring and finally some people deciding to storm out.
You see? That should have been a rubbish night shouldn't it? But, it was so much fun to just sit in the corner, grin amiably and just watch them go. And curiously I found myself watching myself watching them. I that makes any kind of sense. Which it doesn't at all. so I'd like to be the first to thank you for putting up with my inane ramblings.
But yeah, it's just something that I've caught myself doing a bit recently.
Other news, my Download ticket is finally sorted. A young lady has asked me if I can take her spare ticket in return for being her download buddy. Hah! She has no idea what I'm like at a festival. Speaking of Download, I had a meeting with a bunch of the guys I'm going up with, which is always a giggle when we get together. Despite some rather probing questions from a friend, which was a bit odd. And I wasn't appreciating the line of questioning, but ah well, that's him all over.
Birthday coming up. Why is it that those "Landmark" birthdays always seem so daunting until just after them? You merely realise that it's a lot of fuss about nothing. But it still feels a bit much. 30? Me? No, that can't be right. I can barely look after myself, I'm not ready to be an adult!
And then in a week, I'll have realised that there's no difference.
So yes, The weekend, London, drinking, friends, Brighton, more friends, more drinking, home. And probably some drinking.
Bring it on!
Oh, as a postscript, I'd just like to thank a couple of people on the site that have inadvertently introduced me to Death note. That's taking up an amount of my time now.
Sounds a bit weird doesn't it. But bear with me for a moment.
I went to Bristol the other night for a friend's birthday. I wish I could have stayed on for Neyrissa's gathering, but work had to intrude. It was rubbish. Kind of. Well. Hmm.
It should have been rubbish, but I found it quite amusing. We went out, went to an awful, yet brilliant rock type pub (They played Manowar! Fuck yeah!), and there were merely 5 of us. The birthday person, her housemate, another (male) housemate, one of his friends and me. Anyhoo, it turns out that someone is screwing someone that someone else used to have a thing about, and the last person is screwing the aforementioned person who had a thing for someone else.
You still with me?
No, I didn't really expect you to be either, because it's just a bit of crazy childish bollocks.But that didn't stop everyone from falling out with each other, glaring and finally some people deciding to storm out.
You see? That should have been a rubbish night shouldn't it? But, it was so much fun to just sit in the corner, grin amiably and just watch them go. And curiously I found myself watching myself watching them. I that makes any kind of sense. Which it doesn't at all. so I'd like to be the first to thank you for putting up with my inane ramblings.
But yeah, it's just something that I've caught myself doing a bit recently.
Other news, my Download ticket is finally sorted. A young lady has asked me if I can take her spare ticket in return for being her download buddy. Hah! She has no idea what I'm like at a festival. Speaking of Download, I had a meeting with a bunch of the guys I'm going up with, which is always a giggle when we get together. Despite some rather probing questions from a friend, which was a bit odd. And I wasn't appreciating the line of questioning, but ah well, that's him all over.
Birthday coming up. Why is it that those "Landmark" birthdays always seem so daunting until just after them? You merely realise that it's a lot of fuss about nothing. But it still feels a bit much. 30? Me? No, that can't be right. I can barely look after myself, I'm not ready to be an adult!
And then in a week, I'll have realised that there's no difference.
So yes, The weekend, London, drinking, friends, Brighton, more friends, more drinking, home. And probably some drinking.
Bring it on!
Oh, as a postscript, I'd just like to thank a couple of people on the site that have inadvertently introduced me to Death note. That's taking up an amount of my time now.
I've just got back from work. It was Awesome!!!!
Yeah, I'm that sad.
I took my first live calls, so I've had a day of saving lives and making a difference.
I single handedly saved a truck full of babies from certain doom.*
I'm loving loving my job (At least for the time being)
*This may not be strictly true.
Yeah, I'm that sad.
I took my first live calls, so I've had a day of saving lives and making a difference.
I single handedly saved a truck full of babies from certain doom.*
I'm loving loving my job (At least for the time being)
*This may not be strictly true.
Today's been an unexpectedly productive day. I've done the chores. All my washing is done, the rubbish has been put out, the kitchen has been cleaned, I've been to Sainsburys, I've been to the bottle bank, I've sorted out a bike and have gone for a ride.
All footling little things I agree, but knowing me as well as I do, that's a minor miracle. No, scratch that, it's a pretty bloody major one.
So, yes, I've been off here for ages, for a variety of reasons, one of them is that almost every time I've sat down in this very spot, my network at home and associated gubbings have decided to spazz up and make the site unusably slow. I've also been flirting with having a social life, of which I'll probably go into more detail presently (or at least some aspects of it). I've also had that thing that I get where I sit in front of the computer for a while, start typing, 5 minutes later I read what I've typed and then quite sensibly, delete it all. I've only had bland banalities to say really, and it's better for me to stay quiet in those particular instances.
So what's been going on then? I'll try and separate things for easy reading.
Home.
The dynamic of my housemates has had to shift as Dave - one of the longest serving members of the house - has decide that he's moving out. That's gonna be a bit odd, for the last 18 or so months, he's been out of work. Somehow though, he's managed to accrue enough money to not have to claim benefit and not to work. As a consequence, he never left the house, unless it was to see his parents or go to the shop. So now he's moving in with his ex. Although she might not be his ex, but they're not moving in together as a couple, but maybe wit ha view to... I think. Yes, it's that kind of situation, it fills me with worry, I fear that it's going to go horribly wrong for him, as much as I hope it doesn't. But it means that it's just going to be three of us again. The rent will rise by about £100 a month, but we will have a new room to be able to hide all of our collective crap in.
I also have bed problems. My spine feels like it's been twisted into knots and my neck now hurts constantly because I was stupid enough to buy a very, very cheap mattress last year and now all the padding on it has disappeared and it's like sleeping on a sack of bones. Alas though, I have a lot of other monetary priorities to address before I can even consider getting a new one, so I'll have to think of some kind of interim measure, suggestions greatly appreciated.
Work.
I'm loving it, even the shifts. I do worry that I seem to be the most idealistic out of all the new people, but I think that's a noble enough reason to do it. still in training though, I won't take a live call for a while, but I'm learning all kinds of interesting stuff. Well, interesting to me at any rate. There's a girl there that seems to be giving me the kind of signs of interest that even I can't be blind to. I'm torn about it, there are a couple of downsides, firstly, she's a special constable. I do enough things that although not strictly illegal, they're not really legal either. Secondly, she's a friend of the boss - the big boss, who's in charge of the whole comms department. I can imagine that if there was anything to go on, when it inevitably ends, there's going to be all kinds of fallout. But on the plus side, she's reasonably attractive, seems to have quite good dress sense (When I first saw her in civvies, she was wearing a black pencil skirt and bright red high heels, the sight of which always does things to me) and also, she's expressing an interest in me, which is a new one on me.
Social life.
I've been going out. Odd that. But it's a novelty to be able to go out on a school night without worrying about my blood alcohol level in the morning. So I've been going to all the places that I can stomach in this town. I've even met a few girls. All of whom have blown me out - to which I'll never understand why someone would give me their number if they're not interested in ever meeting up or indeed talking to me. Ah well. But I've met some new people, renewed some old friendships and got mobbed by a huge gang of 7 year olds at my god daughters birthday party. Unrelated I know, but it was such a scarring experience I thought I'd share it.
so, that's kind of what's been going on in my little world. I'm sad that both Rome and Galactica have now ended, I only have 24 to look forward to now, and that's only got another 7 episodes to go. I'm going to have to find some new stories soon.
Right, let's hope my internet connection will stand up to me finding out what everyone else has been up to.
All footling little things I agree, but knowing me as well as I do, that's a minor miracle. No, scratch that, it's a pretty bloody major one.
So, yes, I've been off here for ages, for a variety of reasons, one of them is that almost every time I've sat down in this very spot, my network at home and associated gubbings have decided to spazz up and make the site unusably slow. I've also been flirting with having a social life, of which I'll probably go into more detail presently (or at least some aspects of it). I've also had that thing that I get where I sit in front of the computer for a while, start typing, 5 minutes later I read what I've typed and then quite sensibly, delete it all. I've only had bland banalities to say really, and it's better for me to stay quiet in those particular instances.
So what's been going on then? I'll try and separate things for easy reading.
Home.
The dynamic of my housemates has had to shift as Dave - one of the longest serving members of the house - has decide that he's moving out. That's gonna be a bit odd, for the last 18 or so months, he's been out of work. Somehow though, he's managed to accrue enough money to not have to claim benefit and not to work. As a consequence, he never left the house, unless it was to see his parents or go to the shop. So now he's moving in with his ex. Although she might not be his ex, but they're not moving in together as a couple, but maybe wit ha view to... I think. Yes, it's that kind of situation, it fills me with worry, I fear that it's going to go horribly wrong for him, as much as I hope it doesn't. But it means that it's just going to be three of us again. The rent will rise by about £100 a month, but we will have a new room to be able to hide all of our collective crap in.
I also have bed problems. My spine feels like it's been twisted into knots and my neck now hurts constantly because I was stupid enough to buy a very, very cheap mattress last year and now all the padding on it has disappeared and it's like sleeping on a sack of bones. Alas though, I have a lot of other monetary priorities to address before I can even consider getting a new one, so I'll have to think of some kind of interim measure, suggestions greatly appreciated.
Work.
I'm loving it, even the shifts. I do worry that I seem to be the most idealistic out of all the new people, but I think that's a noble enough reason to do it. still in training though, I won't take a live call for a while, but I'm learning all kinds of interesting stuff. Well, interesting to me at any rate. There's a girl there that seems to be giving me the kind of signs of interest that even I can't be blind to. I'm torn about it, there are a couple of downsides, firstly, she's a special constable. I do enough things that although not strictly illegal, they're not really legal either. Secondly, she's a friend of the boss - the big boss, who's in charge of the whole comms department. I can imagine that if there was anything to go on, when it inevitably ends, there's going to be all kinds of fallout. But on the plus side, she's reasonably attractive, seems to have quite good dress sense (When I first saw her in civvies, she was wearing a black pencil skirt and bright red high heels, the sight of which always does things to me) and also, she's expressing an interest in me, which is a new one on me.
Social life.
I've been going out. Odd that. But it's a novelty to be able to go out on a school night without worrying about my blood alcohol level in the morning. So I've been going to all the places that I can stomach in this town. I've even met a few girls. All of whom have blown me out - to which I'll never understand why someone would give me their number if they're not interested in ever meeting up or indeed talking to me. Ah well. But I've met some new people, renewed some old friendships and got mobbed by a huge gang of 7 year olds at my god daughters birthday party. Unrelated I know, but it was such a scarring experience I thought I'd share it.
so, that's kind of what's been going on in my little world. I'm sad that both Rome and Galactica have now ended, I only have 24 to look forward to now, and that's only got another 7 episodes to go. I'm going to have to find some new stories soon.
Right, let's hope my internet connection will stand up to me finding out what everyone else has been up to.
Well, back to earth then.
This weekend was without a doubt the best time I've ever had in Brighton, I couldn't have wanted anything better really. To everyone I met, including those who my memory may have failed me, thanks. Friday night was spent with JohnStitch, Sky, TheQuestion and Heavenandhell, having a very good Thai meal, while being entertained by Sky's drunken menu destroying antics before heading to meet a few more guys for a few drinks and some laughing.
Saturday started pretty quietly, as I was really hungover for some reason. But that quickly faded as what seemed like the entire world descended upon us. Cue many hours drinking, talking, laughing, watching people headbutt lamp posts, having a picnic table die on us in slow motion (Which was able to provide me with a free drink in compensation - You've got to think about these things you know) more drinking and laughing, a bit of roaring (Most likely) being buffeted by hurricane force winds, lots of people cramming into a tiny bar while waiting to get into the club, and then the club. Where I fear that I moved onto the Gin. Things got pretty hazy from then, vague recollections of doing the octopus on the dance floor, being wowed by JohnStitch's parlour magic, being set a task by Daisy (Of which I failed), singing along to some old school rock with TheQuestion and Mark_Plus_Beer. Afterwards insulting the owners of a local kebab emporium (What do you mean you don't do mild fucking sauce? Is this the dark ages? And why does it taste of Cinnamon instead of fucking dog?) a very windy walk back to the guest house, and then Sunday. Which was really cool, and probably the best way to finish the weekend. Wandering the lanes, getting lost, finding Shakeaway, watching Causy go fucking nuts on a sugar and malt overdose. Then the pub, cramming a lot of hungover people into a medium sized room, some of us being wowed by the appalling food service, me being served with something that wasn't quite lamb, not quite beef. A couple of Brighton weirdos appearing and watching us all from the doorway and then through the window. A time distortion, shitting dicktits and tickle me emo, intricate pulley mechanisms. Slowly our numbers whittled down and some of us went off to a pub quiz hosted by the best man in the world. Then back to Midwinter and Caramel's flat where I was amazed at the lengths they went through to make sure we all had enough Pizza, hummous and dips. A bit of Guitar hero, toneeblair being a comedy hero and then back to the guest house again.
So, in summary, I met some awesome new people, hung out with some of my favourite people, confirmed that I do actually have a bit of a crush on someone, and drunk more than twice my volume in beer. I'll give it about an 8.
Now back to reality, which isn't that bad, go back to work tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to as the training starts properly. But there are a couple of things I have been ignoring for a while, which are going to become too big to ignore within the next week or so, so I guess I'd best get on the case with them.
This weekend was without a doubt the best time I've ever had in Brighton, I couldn't have wanted anything better really. To everyone I met, including those who my memory may have failed me, thanks. Friday night was spent with JohnStitch, Sky, TheQuestion and Heavenandhell, having a very good Thai meal, while being entertained by Sky's drunken menu destroying antics before heading to meet a few more guys for a few drinks and some laughing.
Saturday started pretty quietly, as I was really hungover for some reason. But that quickly faded as what seemed like the entire world descended upon us. Cue many hours drinking, talking, laughing, watching people headbutt lamp posts, having a picnic table die on us in slow motion (Which was able to provide me with a free drink in compensation - You've got to think about these things you know
) more drinking and laughing, a bit of roaring (Most likely) being buffeted by hurricane force winds, lots of people cramming into a tiny bar while waiting to get into the club, and then the club. Where I fear that I moved onto the Gin. Things got pretty hazy from then, vague recollections of doing the octopus on the dance floor, being wowed by JohnStitch's parlour magic, being set a task by Daisy (Of which I failed), singing along to some old school rock with TheQuestion and Mark_Plus_Beer. Afterwards insulting the owners of a local kebab emporium (What do you mean you don't do mild fucking sauce? Is this the dark ages? And why does it taste of Cinnamon instead of fucking dog?) a very windy walk back to the guest house, and then Sunday. Which was really cool, and probably the best way to finish the weekend. Wandering the lanes, getting lost, finding Shakeaway, watching Causy go fucking nuts on a sugar and malt overdose. Then the pub, cramming a lot of hungover people into a medium sized room, some of us being wowed by the appalling food service, me being served with something that wasn't quite lamb, not quite beef. A couple of Brighton weirdos appearing and watching us all from the doorway and then through the window. A time distortion, shitting dicktits and tickle me emo, intricate pulley mechanisms. Slowly our numbers whittled down and some of us went off to a pub quiz hosted by the best man in the world. Then back to Midwinter and Caramel's flat where I was amazed at the lengths they went through to make sure we all had enough Pizza, hummous and dips. A bit of Guitar hero, toneeblair being a comedy hero and then back to the guest house again.So, in summary, I met some awesome new people, hung out with some of my favourite people, confirmed that I do actually have a bit of a crush on someone, and drunk more than twice my volume in beer. I'll give it about an 8.
Now back to reality, which isn't that bad, go back to work tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to as the training starts properly. But there are a couple of things I have been ignoring for a while, which are going to become too big to ignore within the next week or so, so I guess I'd best get on the case with them.
Ah, it's been a while my friends. I would apologise to you for my extended absence, but it was probably for the best. It turned into a bit of a frantic couple of weeks for me, I realised that I'd spent about 6 days in a row in the house, I hadn't emerged once - I'd even ended up getting the housemates to go to the shop for me. So I really had to think about sorting out, the rent is due and all. So, I had to spend a while scouring every last agency in town in order to be able to get a bit of food on the table and to keep that roof going on. So cue lots and lots of CV printing, waiting impatiently, computer testing, explanations of what I actually did in my last job (Which, to be honest I'm not entirely sure about myself), lots of footwork, an amount of bullying, and finally, an unspecified quantity of pleading. I found some work. Last week I spent a very dull and uninspiring week doing some data entry stuff for the prison service, it was brilliant. No hassles, I just did my job without having to really think about it, I went home and didn't have to think about the working day after and what fresh horrors it might bring.
That's not quite the case this week. I don't know how it happened, but it seems like I've been taken on by the filth. That's right, the Rozzers, the Fuzz. I'm doing the training to become a 999 call handler. I started today, and I have to say that I find it just a tiny bit intimidating. Not enough to put me off mind you, I'm really looking forward to doing it, but that many police in one small area can certainly make anyone a little on the paranoid side, especially when they're all staring at you because you're new. But I'm sure it'll pass. I did get a Police ID today, of which I'm childishly pleased with, although not as much as when I left work today and got a lift home with another newbie, I got into his car, then we heard the armed response team training. A lot of fully automatic gunfire, and then at the same time, the helicopter took off. We had to grin at each other when that happened, I was half expecting some bloke to be hanging off the skid of the helicopter!
I get a lot of time off too, which is good, because I've got the designs for some stuff that I'll actually be able to work on around my shifts.
But, another thing has turned up, which I'm not really best pleased about, well, I am in one way, but it means a whole lot of hassle and hard work from me, which is poo. It's one of those nasty family affairs, and a lot of very, very old skeletons have just come tumbling out of a closet. which means that some issues between certain members of my family will get at least bought into the open, but it also means that I'll have to do my thing of refereeing the whole affair, because it's going to be a big one that's going to upset a whole bunch of people. That should be fun..
But, the Brighton meet beckons, I'm looking forward to seeing you bunch of scurvy dogs!
Edited to add the one of the finest pieces of TV I've ever seen
I don't think I can quantify how good this show is.
That's not quite the case this week. I don't know how it happened, but it seems like I've been taken on by the filth. That's right, the Rozzers, the Fuzz. I'm doing the training to become a 999 call handler. I started today, and I have to say that I find it just a tiny bit intimidating. Not enough to put me off mind you, I'm really looking forward to doing it, but that many police in one small area can certainly make anyone a little on the paranoid side, especially when they're all staring at you because you're new. But I'm sure it'll pass. I did get a Police ID today, of which I'm childishly pleased with, although not as much as when I left work today and got a lift home with another newbie, I got into his car, then we heard the armed response team training. A lot of fully automatic gunfire, and then at the same time, the helicopter took off. We had to grin at each other when that happened, I was half expecting some bloke to be hanging off the skid of the helicopter!
I get a lot of time off too, which is good, because I've got the designs for some stuff that I'll actually be able to work on around my shifts.
But, another thing has turned up, which I'm not really best pleased about, well, I am in one way, but it means a whole lot of hassle and hard work from me, which is poo. It's one of those nasty family affairs, and a lot of very, very old skeletons have just come tumbling out of a closet. which means that some issues between certain members of my family will get at least bought into the open, but it also means that I'll have to do my thing of refereeing the whole affair, because it's going to be a big one that's going to upset a whole bunch of people. That should be fun..
But, the Brighton meet beckons, I'm looking forward to seeing you bunch of scurvy dogs!
Edited to add the one of the finest pieces of TV I've ever seen
I don't think I can quantify how good this show is.
Well, that was one of my more enlightening drunken posts I'd say.
Me? Drunk? Surely not!
It was a very good friend's birthday, so naturally a few ales were quaffed, shite was talked, then I rocked on over to one of the places that this delightful burgh calls a club. A kebab may very well have been consumed. Somehow, another hangover was completely avoided, which is nice.
It's also heartening to know that TheQuestion and mat8drb are now fighting each other for my affections.
Me? Drunk? Surely not!
It was a very good friend's birthday, so naturally a few ales were quaffed, shite was talked, then I rocked on over to one of the places that this delightful burgh calls a club. A kebab may very well have been consumed. Somehow, another hangover was completely avoided, which is nice.
It's also heartening to know that TheQuestion and mat8drb are now fighting each other for my affections.
I can't help but feel that I should post something here. As much as I like that Keats quote. It's just that I hate making sweeping generalisations, but why the hell are are girls so fucking mental?
Other than that, I've joined the ranks of the unemployed. I handed over my badge and my gun yesterday and went out and got good and twatted last night.
How does being unemployed make me feel?
Pretty fucking good.
Fill for me a brimming bowl
And let me in it drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To banish women from my mind:
For I want not the stream inspiring
That fills the mind with - fond desiring,
But I want as deep a draught
As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd
Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
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And let me in it drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To banish women from my mind:
For I want not the stream inspiring
That fills the mind with - fond desiring,
But I want as deep a draught
As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd
Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
Normal service will resume soon. Thanks for your patience.
