First off, can we give some love for this lady who is finer than a skag heads hair.
And onto the fascinating update and insight into my life, in nice easy to consume format.
*I went for a job I had no chance of getting and made it to the final stage. I don't know for definite that I cocked it up, but I'm pretty certain I won't be offered it. Which should be fine due to what a huge jump it would be, but I can't help being gutted. I've been on the crest of a professional wave for the past few months, but the last fortnight has kind of killed my mojo. Those of you who know me might realise how importance confidence is too me; when it slips I become a piss poor person to have around.
*My Holiday was amazing. The weather was nice, the other people great, the food good. You should be jealous.
*I miss you guys. I haven't seen any of you since the Notting Hill Carnival weekend, which feels like years ago. I need a visit to the Nerd Cave (for residents and associates), and to hang out with JohnStich, Sky, Honey, ThePostman, Killa, The Scottish folks, Zam, Ortus....The list goes on. So many cool people. So very few free days.
*I'm going to Bristol on Saturday for my friends engagement party. Only visited Bristol as a child before now, but its become an integral SGUK stronghold so excited to see some of it...although sadly I won't have chance to catch up with anyone while I'm there by the looks of things.
Finally, the traditional coldandwet journal question.
Where was your favourite ever holiday, and why?
Off to Dublin this weekend to drink away my woe. Anyone been to the Ivy? I'm being taken their for lunch next week, but everyone I've spoken to says its over rated. At least I might spot a Wag.
So, cast your mind back a fascinating blog or two, and you may recall me mentioning my promised promotion and subsequent pay rise. Well it all went to shit.
The head of my department was sacked whilst I was on annual leave last week, meaning a new boss, with new ideas and probably a host of faces he anticipates populating our department with. Even if they turn out to love me equally, its realistically months until anything is going to change.
I was in the middle of negotiating a 10k pay rise, now I'm contemplating being unemployed should the new Director be an axe swinger. Brilliant.If anyone tells me about Credit Crunches, children dying in Africa and how it could be worse, I will curse your first born and make it my mission to poke out your eye.
Legal highs, amazing friends and a bi-polar poet! What more could I need?
Some testimonials are brewing for definite.
In other news, a "gain a celeb tweet" bet in our office was won by myself as not funny DJ Chris Moyles, Phil Jupitus and Dave Gorman all took a nanosecond from my day to reply to me. Lily Allen however, remains oh so sadly unobtainable. Think I might be trying to hard!
I miss you all a fuck tonne, but Saturday is looking unlikely. God Dammit.
I am also going for a weekend in Dublin in September on a boys weekend away. Should involve lots of lairy chanting and possibly T-shirts with a quickly contrived nickname on the back
Best of all, the flights cost £2 Inclusive of taxes etc!!I've never been to Dublin before, any reccomendations from the floor?
First off, I opened up the topic of this blog to your petty whims, and so below are my meanderings on your requests.
TheQuestion asked me to write about; "The many ways that you love me."
I do love Adam, in many ways. Ironically, Sarcastically, Subversively and for money. All of them leave me feeling dirty and cheap.
JohnnyForeigner asked me to "create a chart of his greatness."
Unfortunately he didn't specify what type of chart, so I chose to create a pie chart. See below.
Luzzie wanted me to talk about her new hair
I have to point out to Luzzie that it is infact still her old hair, just with colour added to it. She should have asked me to talk about her new "hairstyle". But she didn't.
Ortus wanted me to talk about the artistic merits of Scat porn.
To date, my only experience of Scat Porn is mobile phone based, and it is hard to artistically evaluate any film when you are watching on it on a 2" screen. The cinematography looked ropey, but I might be wrong.
Incidentally, SG was indirectly responsible for my first ever viewing of scat porn. Back in about 2006, I met with a member called Jessiska (long since gone) for a gig in Leeds. She was nice enough, but her friend spent the entire night trying to show me his impressive collection of shitting videos, each more disturbed than the one before it. The gig was rubbish, so I ended up with Shit Company, A shit band and Shit Porn; oh happy days.
Leola asked me to make something up; which I think reflects badly on her and a need to live a lie. Stop trying to drag everyone into your seedy world of half truths and deception!! Honestly, shes Machiavelian to her core. Everyone go and boo at Leola and her massive lies. Her blogs about a countryside existence of bliss and wonder are all fictional, she actually lives in a one bed council house in Romford, eating cereal for 3 meals a day and smoking 80 Gold Mark before lunch. She has two kids called Butch and Trevor, and a Pitbull called Princess. In her sets, they actually have to photoshop in her front teeth!
In actual life news, things have been fairly wonderful, with just the usual hint of crisis lurking. Glastonbury was incredible, I honestly had an amazing time; highlights include Metric, Lily Allen, Dizzee Rascal, Dodgy and of course Blur. Who I saw again on Thursday night. What a show they put on. Graham Coxon is the worlds coolest man.
Unfortunately I came back from Glastonbury with a very poorly car (being fixed Thursday - �250!) and the flu, which I kindly spread around the family home within minutes of getting back. Luckily I'm now recovering, but I really wasn't well for a couple of days last week. Hopefully by the end of this week, me and Zara (the car) will be 100%.
And finally, in 2 weeks I have a job interview internally for a Management role. Wish me luck!!!
My life at present doesn't warrant anything other than a shrug.
