I'm writing this from work so Shhh! Lucky I work in a pretty tolerant office for an NGO full of interesting people and no twats whatsoever. 
Shame this is only a temp job. 
Just to clear the air. I have been steering clear of any football related activities because i'm sick of being force fed something that shouldn't go beyond the category of 'lesuire option', a reprehensible phrase i know, but then, the ethics surrounding the 'business' of football are not something i agree with. Its just another way to use time and money, i'd rather do something else thank you. And DON'T even get me started on national pride.
This may be pretty personal, but i went for my first ever check-up on my sexual health yesterday. Not for any reasons of fear of infection, but just because I was asked to. Plus, i haven't a clue what my bloodtype is, and being jabbed in a main artery by 3 needles and having blood samples taken is going to tell me either way.
That and the slighty unnerving state of being a 'training specimen' for a couple of junior nurses under the supervision of of an qualified nurse, with my genitalia being used as an example, being poked and prodded by more spiky things. Yes the whole event was quite surreal, but rather intersting at the same time, needless to say i have lost a couple more inhibitions. And yes, i did come out clean, blood tests pending tho.
My flatmates and I have, being LAN based gamers become hooked on a mod of the game Half-Life called Sven Co-op, basically instead of running around shooting each other, its a team based thing where we all work together. Cue much male bonding through combat without the post-traumatic stress disorder.
Even better is the version of the game where you have to barricade yourself in the house to fight of hordes of zombies, a'la Resident Evil, Evil Dead, Shaun of the Dead etc... Much is the fun is trying to stop the lumbering headless horrors, most of which comically moan "braaaaiiinnns" or "flesssshhhh", many cheesy zombie movie lines can be spouted and many frantic "Nooo's" can be heared as we are finally over whelmed when our guns run out of ammo, (a Freudian explantion is needed here, probably one to do with the inevitabilty of death and fear of decay and the eventual exhaustion of male potency). Heheh, i do have a geek gamer side to my personality.
On a sadder note: Nala's gone!
On a lighter note 1: Tilly went up!
On a lighter note 2: October is fantastic and i can't wait to see her again.
Anyway, back to work and more internet chatting. God, this is a good job! 
Shame this is only a temp job.
Just to clear the air. I have been steering clear of any football related activities because i'm sick of being force fed something that shouldn't go beyond the category of 'lesuire option', a reprehensible phrase i know, but then, the ethics surrounding the 'business' of football are not something i agree with. Its just another way to use time and money, i'd rather do something else thank you. And DON'T even get me started on national pride.
This may be pretty personal, but i went for my first ever check-up on my sexual health yesterday. Not for any reasons of fear of infection, but just because I was asked to. Plus, i haven't a clue what my bloodtype is, and being jabbed in a main artery by 3 needles and having blood samples taken is going to tell me either way.
That and the slighty unnerving state of being a 'training specimen' for a couple of junior nurses under the supervision of of an qualified nurse, with my genitalia being used as an example, being poked and prodded by more spiky things. Yes the whole event was quite surreal, but rather intersting at the same time, needless to say i have lost a couple more inhibitions. And yes, i did come out clean, blood tests pending tho.
My flatmates and I have, being LAN based gamers become hooked on a mod of the game Half-Life called Sven Co-op, basically instead of running around shooting each other, its a team based thing where we all work together. Cue much male bonding through combat without the post-traumatic stress disorder.
Even better is the version of the game where you have to barricade yourself in the house to fight of hordes of zombies, a'la Resident Evil, Evil Dead, Shaun of the Dead etc... Much is the fun is trying to stop the lumbering headless horrors, most of which comically moan "braaaaiiinnns" or "flesssshhhh", many cheesy zombie movie lines can be spouted and many frantic "Nooo's" can be heared as we are finally over whelmed when our guns run out of ammo, (a Freudian explantion is needed here, probably one to do with the inevitabilty of death and fear of decay and the eventual exhaustion of male potency). Heheh, i do have a geek gamer side to my personality.
On a sadder note: Nala's gone!
On a lighter note 1: Tilly went up!
On a lighter note 2: October is fantastic and i can't wait to see her again.
Anyway, back to work and more internet chatting.
God, this is a good job! VIEW 16 of 16 COMMENTS
skrewbulb:
Ahh, my hats off to you good sir. You're a lucky man. Not meaning to step on anyones toes. 
wookey:
Yeah, let me know. I'll probably have to pop back a few times, so I might as well combine visits.