The day after that day called yesterdays tommorrow...I think 
Well after the most lop sided weirdest work week I have seen in a long while (Even walked one of the lovely doggies on Friday weyhey) I finally succumbed to a weekend in Noorrrrrrrrffffukkkkk. Friday evening was a bit too tiring and as I've been told off this weekend, I've been a very distant bugger these past few weeks. I have had issues recently and I am a deeply proud person when it comes to his work precision. I feel like Steve Davis who wobbles in a blue on the last red of a 147 attempt. Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Missed that adjustment arghhhh. Oh well, I must learn to sway my spoo more often.
Back to my weekend. I visited my dear friends John & Toni with a visit to one of the biggest Organic Supermarkets I have ever seen. Literally the size of a Normal sized Morrisons. The Cinamon,Baileys,Banana and Rum Ice Cream was superb and the Canal side pub lunch we had in Wroxham was simply devine. That place just oozes relaxation at every turn. Was good to buy them lunch as well, I have become a little more of the Bank of Norwich recently and I fear I have wrecked a few opportunities by thinking of other's financial concerns yet again at the cost of my own. But screw it, it's just an incentive to push harder to find my place again in the ether that is, The Work Sponge!!!
Sunday was my first day of being a passenger in my own pussy wagon. Helen (Hells Bells) and she is quite literally a Tantrum wrapped in a Hello Kitty Satchel, I fear Caroline has met her match in the Hello Kitty fantatics department, meow and ouch. So Helen became the first Non-Shemyaza driver to drive my Black Tigra and well she did a good job. Was quite surprised and was a pleasure to have been a passenger again with someone else driving one of my cars. This year both have been driven immaculately whilst I was a passenger and has rested the Amanda ghost finally. Wroxham bridge by the way has to be seen to be believed, at 50mph you too can recreate a scene from "The Dukes of Hazard" see below the Wroxham Jump....
The Barby (Aussie Accent) was a true delight with a relaxed viewing of the ever remembered Grease. My god Olivier Newton-John wore some incredibly tight ski pants at the end of that film. Was it true, they were sewed on tight after she'd put them on!!! First time I've watched that film from start to end, and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Rydell High School, funnily enough also in Charlie's Angels Full Throttle film which was on TV afterwards. (Not to be confused with Charlie's Angels and The Temple of Doom or Charlie's Angels and The Search for Spock...
The journey back late last night to the sound of rain rain and rain was good, yes I admit it, I listened to Roger Federer vs Rafael Nadal but Radio 5 had such incredible commentary. Couldn't switch it off to be honest. Itwas a night, just like that night, many years ago, when... well it wasn't it just pissed down last night and although getting a good tan on Saturday was appreciated, the weather could've twiddled its knob and played a "Chew Chew Palloo" song for all us this weekend. As per usual phone was dead by midway through Saturday so couldn't even listen to my tunes from my phone. Tennis it was, but I won't bring back the Brat this time
So for the time being I am tuning my route into Erp, the great frontier, or backtier. I want to see a little of the English County of Franceshire, travel over the Millau Bridge...
Venture daringly through the Southern French towns and villages and over the Pyrrenes...
with a hope of catching a small part of Espana, singing Viva and VaVaVoom, oy Thierry F Off!!! Ideally I want to visit the Salvador Dali Museum and try and see a little of Barcelona if I can this summer. I will have to wait a little longer but I tend to reach what I aim for
Well I hope you liked my little Shemyaza episodal installment of visual ointment cream, just to say I am a little way off from where I want to be, but life is unfolding in very weird and strange ways at the moment. I have had a slightly emotional end to the weekend with what I have done for my dear friends but I don't want to see anyone around me go through stress or worry. When I do, I go very quiet. As you can see, I'm not quiet at the moment.
Arriva Derci for now Comrades and remember The Swedish Model, is a form of Collective Bargaining Economics...Not the more Fun Blonde Model from Scandinavia who Turns Heads....why was the former in my degree damn!! Enjoy your evening viewers and keep reaching for those cigars. I leave you with this little Gem to enjoy Pop Pickers...
Copyright Shemyaza
Well after the most lop sided weirdest work week I have seen in a long while (Even walked one of the lovely doggies on Friday weyhey) I finally succumbed to a weekend in Noorrrrrrrrffffukkkkk. Friday evening was a bit too tiring and as I've been told off this weekend, I've been a very distant bugger these past few weeks. I have had issues recently and I am a deeply proud person when it comes to his work precision. I feel like Steve Davis who wobbles in a blue on the last red of a 147 attempt. Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Missed that adjustment arghhhh. Oh well, I must learn to sway my spoo more often.
Back to my weekend. I visited my dear friends John & Toni with a visit to one of the biggest Organic Supermarkets I have ever seen. Literally the size of a Normal sized Morrisons. The Cinamon,Baileys,Banana and Rum Ice Cream was superb and the Canal side pub lunch we had in Wroxham was simply devine. That place just oozes relaxation at every turn. Was good to buy them lunch as well, I have become a little more of the Bank of Norwich recently and I fear I have wrecked a few opportunities by thinking of other's financial concerns yet again at the cost of my own. But screw it, it's just an incentive to push harder to find my place again in the ether that is, The Work Sponge!!!
Sunday was my first day of being a passenger in my own pussy wagon. Helen (Hells Bells) and she is quite literally a Tantrum wrapped in a Hello Kitty Satchel, I fear Caroline has met her match in the Hello Kitty fantatics department, meow and ouch. So Helen became the first Non-Shemyaza driver to drive my Black Tigra and well she did a good job. Was quite surprised and was a pleasure to have been a passenger again with someone else driving one of my cars. This year both have been driven immaculately whilst I was a passenger and has rested the Amanda ghost finally. Wroxham bridge by the way has to be seen to be believed, at 50mph you too can recreate a scene from "The Dukes of Hazard" see below the Wroxham Jump....
The Barby (Aussie Accent) was a true delight with a relaxed viewing of the ever remembered Grease. My god Olivier Newton-John wore some incredibly tight ski pants at the end of that film. Was it true, they were sewed on tight after she'd put them on!!! First time I've watched that film from start to end, and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Rydell High School, funnily enough also in Charlie's Angels Full Throttle film which was on TV afterwards. (Not to be confused with Charlie's Angels and The Temple of Doom or Charlie's Angels and The Search for Spock...
The journey back late last night to the sound of rain rain and rain was good, yes I admit it, I listened to Roger Federer vs Rafael Nadal but Radio 5 had such incredible commentary. Couldn't switch it off to be honest. Itwas a night, just like that night, many years ago, when... well it wasn't it just pissed down last night and although getting a good tan on Saturday was appreciated, the weather could've twiddled its knob and played a "Chew Chew Palloo" song for all us this weekend. As per usual phone was dead by midway through Saturday so couldn't even listen to my tunes from my phone. Tennis it was, but I won't bring back the Brat this time
So for the time being I am tuning my route into Erp, the great frontier, or backtier. I want to see a little of the English County of Franceshire, travel over the Millau Bridge...
Venture daringly through the Southern French towns and villages and over the Pyrrenes...
with a hope of catching a small part of Espana, singing Viva and VaVaVoom, oy Thierry F Off!!! Ideally I want to visit the Salvador Dali Museum and try and see a little of Barcelona if I can this summer. I will have to wait a little longer but I tend to reach what I aim for
Well I hope you liked my little Shemyaza episodal installment of visual ointment cream, just to say I am a little way off from where I want to be, but life is unfolding in very weird and strange ways at the moment. I have had a slightly emotional end to the weekend with what I have done for my dear friends but I don't want to see anyone around me go through stress or worry. When I do, I go very quiet. As you can see, I'm not quiet at the moment.
Arriva Derci for now Comrades and remember The Swedish Model, is a form of Collective Bargaining Economics...Not the more Fun Blonde Model from Scandinavia who Turns Heads....why was the former in my degree damn!! Enjoy your evening viewers and keep reaching for those cigars. I leave you with this little Gem to enjoy Pop Pickers...
Copyright Shemyaza
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Junction 7 shenanigans again