Meant to mention, I was out for a retirement lunch yesterday for two of the guys I used to work with at Centre One. One of them, Charlie, has been there for years and years, and is known by everyone in the building. No-one has a bad word to say about him, which is rare in an organisation as bitchy and backstabbing as HMRC.
Anyway, as is customary when someone leaves their work, people find out what they drink, and buy them a bottle of it. Charlie drinks whisky. Such is the affection with which he is viewed throughout the building, that by lunchtime yesterday, the total number of bottles of whisky that had been bought and gifted to him was 71. That's not a typo. Seventy one. At least 30 of which are apparently decent quality single malt.
The joys of being friendly to your workmates, eh?
Saturday, June 30, 2007
I still think it looked like a mortar.
Out last night, and for a change I went to Cheesy Pop at the QM. Key reasons for this being:
a) The catty can get a bit boring, a change is sometimes good.
b) Amy was there, and it may have been my last chance to see her before she abandons us all and moves back to a windswept island complex further north than is civilized.
c) This reason is classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Plan A for the evening didn't happen, but as someone in a movie probably once said "Let it go. We'll get 'em next time". (NOTE: I have no idea whatsoever if anyone ever said that in a movie, but it's early and I'm tired. I have no desire to check it out)
Anyway. Got there and the place was utterly deserted, but numerous decent folk appeared as the night went on. All manner of fantastic stuff played, and me and McCoy spent an age tearing up the dancefloor to all manner of dubious 80s rock. I can't even begin to imagine just how gay it must have looked, but fuck it, it was funny.
Plus, they had Short Circuit 2 on the big screen. What's not to like?
Despite all-but-one of the cool folk who were out caving early (technically all-but-two if you count Toast, but he had to be there, what with it being his job and all), I made it to the bitter end. Left about 3.15, and drove home at speed, such was my need for sleep.
Up earlier this morning than can possibly be good for me, but sadly necessary. A courier firm is apparently attempting to deliver tickets that I ordered (I'm assuming it's either Dream Theater or the NFL game), and when I asked them if they could give me a time that they'd be arriving, they were ever-so-helpful, and narrowed it down to 'between 9am and 5pm'. Cheers for that. So I'm stuck indoors until they arrive.
This may be a very boring day.
a) The catty can get a bit boring, a change is sometimes good.
b) Amy was there, and it may have been my last chance to see her before she abandons us all and moves back to a windswept island complex further north than is civilized.
c) This reason is classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Plan A for the evening didn't happen, but as someone in a movie probably once said "Let it go. We'll get 'em next time". (NOTE: I have no idea whatsoever if anyone ever said that in a movie, but it's early and I'm tired. I have no desire to check it out)
Anyway. Got there and the place was utterly deserted, but numerous decent folk appeared as the night went on. All manner of fantastic stuff played, and me and McCoy spent an age tearing up the dancefloor to all manner of dubious 80s rock. I can't even begin to imagine just how gay it must have looked, but fuck it, it was funny.
Plus, they had Short Circuit 2 on the big screen. What's not to like?
Despite all-but-one of the cool folk who were out caving early (technically all-but-two if you count Toast, but he had to be there, what with it being his job and all), I made it to the bitter end. Left about 3.15, and drove home at speed, such was my need for sleep.
Up earlier this morning than can possibly be good for me, but sadly necessary. A courier firm is apparently attempting to deliver tickets that I ordered (I'm assuming it's either Dream Theater or the NFL game), and when I asked them if they could give me a time that they'd be arriving, they were ever-so-helpful, and narrowed it down to 'between 9am and 5pm'. Cheers for that. So I'm stuck indoors until they arrive.
This may be a very boring day.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Your money or your...actually, no. Just the money.
Pay rise came through in work this week, so I now earn a bit more than I did. Still less than I'd like (but hey, who ever actually earns what they'd like to?)
All the people on the ex-Customs side of things have to wait for their payslip to arrive postally, since a contractual mix-up means they can't get theirs online. problem is that the mailroom is woefully short-staffed this week, so even if the slips do arrive before the end of the week, it'll probably be next week before they get them.
They'll throw hissyfits, of course, paying no attention to the shocking revelation that we have other things to be doing as part of our job and expecting us to drop everything to suit them.
They can, as always, fuck right off.
All the people on the ex-Customs side of things have to wait for their payslip to arrive postally, since a contractual mix-up means they can't get theirs online. problem is that the mailroom is woefully short-staffed this week, so even if the slips do arrive before the end of the week, it'll probably be next week before they get them.
They'll throw hissyfits, of course, paying no attention to the shocking revelation that we have other things to be doing as part of our job and expecting us to drop everything to suit them.
They can, as always, fuck right off.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Confusion, bah gawd.
Been a weird day.
Busy as fuck in work, as annual leave, hospital appointments and a sickie mean that there were only two of us in today, when there's usually five. Totally chaotic, but we just about managed to cope despite all the managerial incompetence displaying itself.
Chris Benoit's dead. Internet was down earlier, so I never found out this morning, first I knew of it was when I got texted about it. Shame, he was always a great wrestler, and his matches are still a joy to watch, no matter what the circumstances of the death were.
I'm stupidly tired, therefore this update is a lot shorter than was initially planned. Sue me.
Busy as fuck in work, as annual leave, hospital appointments and a sickie mean that there were only two of us in today, when there's usually five. Totally chaotic, but we just about managed to cope despite all the managerial incompetence displaying itself.
Chris Benoit's dead. Internet was down earlier, so I never found out this morning, first I knew of it was when I got texted about it. Shame, he was always a great wrestler, and his matches are still a joy to watch, no matter what the circumstances of the death were.
I'm stupidly tired, therefore this update is a lot shorter than was initially planned. Sue me.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Subcrawl - a little more
My previous entry on the subject may have been a bit short.
My head still hurts, but the subcrawl was great fun. I stayed relatively sober for about the first 8 stops or so, and then the drunkenness just hit me like a brick wall.
Perhaps because all I'd eaten all day was a small chicken sandwich, and a baguette. I then walked round the corner to find the foreign food market in St Enoch square, and cursed myself, because I could have got something much nicer to eat.
At one point, I started to sing "Oh the Rangers are shite" to wind up one of the group, only to shut up quickly when I realised we were at Govan. Whoops!
But yeah, a great time was had. Ended up in bunker afterwards, courtesy of Laura being able to get us past the bouncers (seriously, there was no way we were going to get in anywhere else). Surprisingly decent in there, and Toast even played some Dream Theater. It's all good.
Got home about half two, having received a lift from the aforementioned combo of Laura & Toast.
Then woke up this morning, and felt like death. I am so not leaving the house today. I'm not even sure if I'm back under the drink drive limit yet.
My head still hurts, but the subcrawl was great fun. I stayed relatively sober for about the first 8 stops or so, and then the drunkenness just hit me like a brick wall.
Perhaps because all I'd eaten all day was a small chicken sandwich, and a baguette. I then walked round the corner to find the foreign food market in St Enoch square, and cursed myself, because I could have got something much nicer to eat.
At one point, I started to sing "Oh the Rangers are shite" to wind up one of the group, only to shut up quickly when I realised we were at Govan. Whoops!
But yeah, a great time was had. Ended up in bunker afterwards, courtesy of Laura being able to get us past the bouncers (seriously, there was no way we were going to get in anywhere else). Surprisingly decent in there, and Toast even played some Dream Theater. It's all good.
Got home about half two, having received a lift from the aforementioned combo of Laura & Toast.
Then woke up this morning, and felt like death. I am so not leaving the house today. I'm not even sure if I'm back under the drink drive limit yet.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Mood swings a-go-go
Past week or so, I seem to have been alternating between happy and miserable almost constantly, and without warning.
Before anyone asks, I have absolutely no idea why, but if you speak to me and I'm cranky or irritable, it's nothing personal. Chances are that it'll pass soon enough.
Before anyone asks, I have absolutely no idea why, but if you speak to me and I'm cranky or irritable, it's nothing personal. Chances are that it'll pass soon enough.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Rise and shine
You know that way when you wake up, look at the clock, and realise that although you can force yourself out of bed, it'd be much easier, much more fun, much better for your health to just fall back asleep and wake up 4 hours later?
That was me this morning.
Sadly, from a 'getting paid at the end of the month' standpoint, option b was in fact option p45, so I forced myself up. Another week of work. Hurrah!
That was me this morning.
Sadly, from a 'getting paid at the end of the month' standpoint, option b was in fact option p45, so I forced myself up. Another week of work. Hurrah!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Fuck the creationists
From the pages of this morning's paper...
"INTELLIGENT DESIGN, a controversial alternative theory to evolution, could become part of the science curriculum in Scottish schools.
The Sunday Herald has learned that the Scottish Qualifications Authority (SQA) is considering provision for the theory as part of a review of the science course curriculum.
Intelligent design (ID) is one of a wide range of theories of origin currently taught as part of the Religious, Moral and Philosophy Studies (RMPS) SQA course, but could be moved elsewhere as part of the review. A spokesman for the SQA said: "It happens to sit in RMPS just now. If and when it does becomes part of the curriculum for science, which it may well do as part of this review, then that's where it could sit.""
Seriously, are they TRYING to send us back to the dark ages? Insisting that the grand theory of 'A wizard did it' is taught, presumably due to some hissyfit because the scientifically verifiable evidence continues to show time and time again that Darwin was right. It just defies belief, and has absolutely no place in a science classroom.
By all means, teach it in RE, along with the beliefs of all other major religions (don't forget the Flying Spaghetti Monster), but for fuck's sake, don't try and pass off "WE can't be 100% certain what got here, therefore it must have been due to a designer" as even remotely scientific.
Sometimes I wish that all citizens carried a Dawkins-in-a-box, so that when people came out with shite like Intelligent Design and tried to pass it off as anything other than their religion's background, he just popped out and started bitchslapping them until they shut up.
I wish the news didn't make me so angry.
"INTELLIGENT DESIGN, a controversial alternative theory to evolution, could become part of the science curriculum in Scottish schools.
The Sunday Herald has learned that the Scottish Qualifications Authority (SQA) is considering provision for the theory as part of a review of the science course curriculum.
Intelligent design (ID) is one of a wide range of theories of origin currently taught as part of the Religious, Moral and Philosophy Studies (RMPS) SQA course, but could be moved elsewhere as part of the review. A spokesman for the SQA said: "It happens to sit in RMPS just now. If and when it does becomes part of the curriculum for science, which it may well do as part of this review, then that's where it could sit.""
Seriously, are they TRYING to send us back to the dark ages? Insisting that the grand theory of 'A wizard did it' is taught, presumably due to some hissyfit because the scientifically verifiable evidence continues to show time and time again that Darwin was right. It just defies belief, and has absolutely no place in a science classroom.
By all means, teach it in RE, along with the beliefs of all other major religions (don't forget the Flying Spaghetti Monster), but for fuck's sake, don't try and pass off "WE can't be 100% certain what got here, therefore it must have been due to a designer" as even remotely scientific.
Sometimes I wish that all citizens carried a Dawkins-in-a-box, so that when people came out with shite like Intelligent Design and tried to pass it off as anything other than their religion's background, he just popped out and started bitchslapping them until they shut up.
I wish the news didn't make me so angry.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The witty part of this title came off in the wash.
Work has been really boring this week, even more so than usual. Still, only 3 weeks left in the building. Got some time off approved to go to the double retirement do that's the cause of my imminent transfer. Should be reasonably good fun.
Been hitting the gym fairly regularly, and am also eating relatively healthily too. My main problem is willpower. I must learn to resist chocolate when it's on offer. And stop eating chips n cheese too, that's my primary weakness. They say that if you keep eating healthy, then after a few weeks, your body gets used to it and thinks "Urgh!" if you feed it shite like fast food. That may be worth a shot.
On a side note, can you believe that Firefox shows up 'shite' as a spelling error? That's well getting added to the dictionary.
Picked up a few DVDs cheap yesterday in Tesco, including Hot Fuzz for £10, which came with a free bar of Yorkie. For those of you who aren't from the UK, Yorkie is a chocolate bar. Big, solid, chocolate that's so full of calories it'll make you scream. It's now a struggle to avoid eating more than a chunk a day. The bar's a foot long. I should probably have declined, but hey, see two paragraphs up.
Not really a lot else going on. Hey ho.
Been hitting the gym fairly regularly, and am also eating relatively healthily too. My main problem is willpower. I must learn to resist chocolate when it's on offer. And stop eating chips n cheese too, that's my primary weakness. They say that if you keep eating healthy, then after a few weeks, your body gets used to it and thinks "Urgh!" if you feed it shite like fast food. That may be worth a shot.
On a side note, can you believe that Firefox shows up 'shite' as a spelling error? That's well getting added to the dictionary.
Picked up a few DVDs cheap yesterday in Tesco, including Hot Fuzz for £10, which came with a free bar of Yorkie. For those of you who aren't from the UK, Yorkie is a chocolate bar. Big, solid, chocolate that's so full of calories it'll make you scream. It's now a struggle to avoid eating more than a chunk a day. The bar's a foot long. I should probably have declined, but hey, see two paragraphs up.
Not really a lot else going on. Hey ho.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Head-leprosy
Oh yeah, forgot to mention - the sunburn from Donington is starting to peel, which means that I've spent all of today looking like I have the world's worst case of dandruff.
Life just keeps getting better and better.
Life just keeps getting better and better.
Ye gods, I'm tired.
Started back at work today after my extended weekend away.
I'd been in the building all of twenty minutes when I was informed that I was on post-opening duty this morning, it was my turn to stay until 5pm, and I had to open the building up first thing on Friday. It's like I've never been away from the place.
Still, only three and a half weeks to go, then I'm back at Centre One.
I'd been in the building all of twenty minutes when I was informed that I was on post-opening duty this morning, it was my turn to stay until 5pm, and I had to open the building up first thing on Friday. It's like I've never been away from the place.
Still, only three and a half weeks to go, then I'm back at Centre One.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunburn, music, good friends, and one hell of a breakfast - The Donington trip report 2007
I'm back.
The Journey Down Was:
Eventful. We were already a bit late when Steve realised his ticket was still attached to the fridge. Luckily, we were still in EK at the time, so it was retrieved with minimal hassle.
We made good time down the road, met Stuart at Scotch Corner, until the next mishap. Big flashing sign on the M1 saying junction 25 (the one we were staying right next to) was closed. So we drive off at J26 like they said, detour through Nottingham, and make it to J25 the long way, only to find it more open than a streetwalker's legs. Harumph.
Finally got checked in, and chilled out the rest of the night, heading to the cinema to kill some time since there was pretty much fuck all to do near the hotel.
The Weather Was:
Better than I had any right to expect. Didn't rain at all, and the sun was out for two and a half days. This did mean that I got my scalp burnt to a crisp on the Friday, before investing in an emergency bandana upon arrival Saturday, which proved to be a godsend for the rest of the weekend. Very humid for all three days, though, but mercifully cooler than last year.
The hotel:
Wasn't bad. Little more than a machine for sleeping in, if we're honest, but the breakfast deserves special mention. We snagged some vouchers, giving us access to the all-you-can-eat buffet for £8.50 each. At that price, we were determined to get out money's worth, and by christ did we do so. The black pudding was to die for.
Musical highlight of the weekend:
Dream Theater.
Musical highlight that wasn't Dream Theater:
Iron Maiden. One of those bands that you really should have seen at Donington at least once. And now I have.
Non-musical highlight of the weekend:
Well, not really non-musical. We were in the car Friday night, waiting to get out of the car park (of which more later), and 3 guys are walking past singing 'War Pigs'. They pass the car window with perfect timing for me to lean out and do the wheedly guitar sound. It was funnier than I make it sound. I guess you had to be there.
Hottest female:
Sharon den Adel, by a country mile. Attractive, great voice, energetic, and seems like the nice sort you'd take home to meet your mother. If she mysteriously disappears next time Within Temptation play Glasgow, it wasn't me. Honest, guv.
Most disappointing band:
Didn't see them myself, but everyone I've spoken to has said that it was Evanescence. If you saw them instead of DT, you missed out big style.
Woeful organisation of the weekend:
Toss-up here. Korn headlining the second stage while MCR are on the main stage. This leads to a lot of people heading for the tent where Korn are playing. A lot more than the tent can hold. Chaos ensues, metal barriers are bent by the mass of people and need to be crowd-surfed out, Jonathan Davis stopping the set to tell people not to climb the support poles.
Other contender is the car parks. We got back to Stuart's car at 11pm on Sunday night. We got out of the car park at 1am, and even then that was only because Stuart decided to exercise the little know bye-law of "I'm driving a Land Rover, and I AM coming through" to get us out. Made it to the hotel at about 2am.
"You need to pour yourself a nice tall glass of shut-up juice" award:
Goes to the 2 girls from Anniesland who staggered into the hotel on Saturday night with skirts that would have been too short to pass as a pelmet in years gone by. They apparently did the same (except even drunker) on Sunday night, although I was asleep at the time. You know the class of person you're dealing with when their first line is "Vince Neil gave me the thumbs up! (when I flashed my tits at him)". It's a sad indictment on me that with a few extra drinks in me, I might well have tried my luck with the blonde one.
Foodstall of champions 2007:
Take a bow, fruit milkshake stand.
A plane on a treadmill:
Will take off. Just accept it.
The drive home:
Was a lot more peaceful, but has once again instilled feelings of "Can I be arsed driving 6 hours each way" in me for next year.
Overall:
An immense weekend. Loved it. Fully expect to be back next year, subject to the lineup.
The Journey Down Was:
Eventful. We were already a bit late when Steve realised his ticket was still attached to the fridge. Luckily, we were still in EK at the time, so it was retrieved with minimal hassle.
We made good time down the road, met Stuart at Scotch Corner, until the next mishap. Big flashing sign on the M1 saying junction 25 (the one we were staying right next to) was closed. So we drive off at J26 like they said, detour through Nottingham, and make it to J25 the long way, only to find it more open than a streetwalker's legs. Harumph.
Finally got checked in, and chilled out the rest of the night, heading to the cinema to kill some time since there was pretty much fuck all to do near the hotel.
The Weather Was:
Better than I had any right to expect. Didn't rain at all, and the sun was out for two and a half days. This did mean that I got my scalp burnt to a crisp on the Friday, before investing in an emergency bandana upon arrival Saturday, which proved to be a godsend for the rest of the weekend. Very humid for all three days, though, but mercifully cooler than last year.
The hotel:
Wasn't bad. Little more than a machine for sleeping in, if we're honest, but the breakfast deserves special mention. We snagged some vouchers, giving us access to the all-you-can-eat buffet for £8.50 each. At that price, we were determined to get out money's worth, and by christ did we do so. The black pudding was to die for.
Musical highlight of the weekend:
Dream Theater.
Musical highlight that wasn't Dream Theater:
Iron Maiden. One of those bands that you really should have seen at Donington at least once. And now I have.
Non-musical highlight of the weekend:
Well, not really non-musical. We were in the car Friday night, waiting to get out of the car park (of which more later), and 3 guys are walking past singing 'War Pigs'. They pass the car window with perfect timing for me to lean out and do the wheedly guitar sound. It was funnier than I make it sound. I guess you had to be there.
Hottest female:
Sharon den Adel, by a country mile. Attractive, great voice, energetic, and seems like the nice sort you'd take home to meet your mother. If she mysteriously disappears next time Within Temptation play Glasgow, it wasn't me. Honest, guv.
Most disappointing band:
Didn't see them myself, but everyone I've spoken to has said that it was Evanescence. If you saw them instead of DT, you missed out big style.
Woeful organisation of the weekend:
Toss-up here. Korn headlining the second stage while MCR are on the main stage. This leads to a lot of people heading for the tent where Korn are playing. A lot more than the tent can hold. Chaos ensues, metal barriers are bent by the mass of people and need to be crowd-surfed out, Jonathan Davis stopping the set to tell people not to climb the support poles.
Other contender is the car parks. We got back to Stuart's car at 11pm on Sunday night. We got out of the car park at 1am, and even then that was only because Stuart decided to exercise the little know bye-law of "I'm driving a Land Rover, and I AM coming through" to get us out. Made it to the hotel at about 2am.
"You need to pour yourself a nice tall glass of shut-up juice" award:
Goes to the 2 girls from Anniesland who staggered into the hotel on Saturday night with skirts that would have been too short to pass as a pelmet in years gone by. They apparently did the same (except even drunker) on Sunday night, although I was asleep at the time. You know the class of person you're dealing with when their first line is "Vince Neil gave me the thumbs up! (when I flashed my tits at him)". It's a sad indictment on me that with a few extra drinks in me, I might well have tried my luck with the blonde one.
Foodstall of champions 2007:
Take a bow, fruit milkshake stand.
A plane on a treadmill:
Will take off. Just accept it.
The drive home:
Was a lot more peaceful, but has once again instilled feelings of "Can I be arsed driving 6 hours each way" in me for next year.
Overall:
An immense weekend. Loved it. Fully expect to be back next year, subject to the lineup.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Donington
Leaving for the festival at about 10am tomorrow.
I'll post a full report when I get back, but until then, remember that nothing I do while there is admissible as evidence. In fact, it probably wasn't me at all. Even if there's photos of it, chances are it's my evil twin.
Seeya all!
I'll post a full report when I get back, but until then, remember that nothing I do while there is admissible as evidence. In fact, it probably wasn't me at all. Even if there's photos of it, chances are it's my evil twin.
Seeya all!
Monday, June 04, 2007
Now we're cookin'!
I had a whole bunch of stuff I was going to say here, and my mind's gone completely blank. If I remember, I'll come back and post. In the meantime, to keep you going, here's the recipe for a bran loaf. It's been lifted wholesale from Bob's blog, so if you make it (and it is fucking lovely), be sure and thank him for it. On with the baking!
100g All Bran
250ml Milk
180g sultanas/raisins/mixed fruit
180g sugar
125g self-raising flour
Mix the first 4 ingrediants up in a bowl and sit for at least an hour.
Mix in the flour well and put into a 4 x 8 inch loaf time and bake in the oven at gas mark 5/190oC for an hour.
100g All Bran
250ml Milk
180g sultanas/raisins/mixed fruit
180g sugar
125g self-raising flour
Mix the first 4 ingrediants up in a bowl and sit for at least an hour.
Mix in the flour well and put into a 4 x 8 inch loaf time and bake in the oven at gas mark 5/190oC for an hour.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Plastic stethoscopes, dummies, and the dark side of shiny.
Friday night in work, the guy who was due to take over did in fact show up on time. Well, not him, the guy who was meant to show up called in sick, but the private company had organised some agency cover. Sadly, he showed up with nary a clue about how to do the job. I didn't particularly care, I wasn't getting paid any extra, and training others isn't in my job description, so as soon as 5pm hit, I was off like a Jewish foreskin, and I left my manager to show him what to do.
The bus home continued its theme of being populated with..interesting characters. this time it was the drunk sleeping across 2 seats, which was the perfect accompaniment to the previous day's screeching child (notable for the tone of the screech implying that the kid's father was in fact a Pterodactyl)
Anyway. Was just gonna have a quiet night in, but Dave suggested that we go out to the Catty, since Bob was out 'wetting the baby's head' (Getting mangled). It was only right that we bought him a drink to celebrate, however, a catastrophic miscalculation led us to accidentally buy him £15 worth of drink in one pint glass. Various people had a sip, most responding "What the fuck is in that?!?", but Bob did not run like a French soldier, he stepped up to the plate, and drank his drink. We then lost him for the rest of the night and later found out that he'd been flung out. Oops.
Anyway, a good night was had by all, had decent chat with a number of folk, and was accused "You're sober and you hate me", (sober, yes, but no hatred), and "Congratulations on your kid" (I'm not Bob. I have no kids). Both of those from the same person. Still, a good laugh all in.
Yesterday I went to the gym in the morning, and then drove Steve into town to collect a mannequin from the set of Robocop. A plan which was foiled through the simple act of Hank's Mannequin Emporium not being open. Ach well. Headed back to EK, ate some dinner, watched Dr Who (excellent episode, btw), and went into town again. Parking spaces like the proverbial gold dust, we drove round for ages. Finally got somewhere, and ended up in the Catty again (two nights in a row - now there's a blast from the past). Another good night, and was good to see all manner of ace people that I've gone simply too long without seeing.
Today's been a boring one, I haven't left the house, indeed all I've done is watch Twin Peaks. I'm only 3 episodes from the end of the series, so that'll be done in the next day or two.
Only 4 days until Donington too, best start burning some CDs for the journey...
The bus home continued its theme of being populated with..interesting characters. this time it was the drunk sleeping across 2 seats, which was the perfect accompaniment to the previous day's screeching child (notable for the tone of the screech implying that the kid's father was in fact a Pterodactyl)
Anyway. Was just gonna have a quiet night in, but Dave suggested that we go out to the Catty, since Bob was out 'wetting the baby's head' (Getting mangled). It was only right that we bought him a drink to celebrate, however, a catastrophic miscalculation led us to accidentally buy him £15 worth of drink in one pint glass. Various people had a sip, most responding "What the fuck is in that?!?", but Bob did not run like a French soldier, he stepped up to the plate, and drank his drink. We then lost him for the rest of the night and later found out that he'd been flung out. Oops.
Anyway, a good night was had by all, had decent chat with a number of folk, and was accused "You're sober and you hate me", (sober, yes, but no hatred), and "Congratulations on your kid" (I'm not Bob. I have no kids). Both of those from the same person. Still, a good laugh all in.
Yesterday I went to the gym in the morning, and then drove Steve into town to collect a mannequin from the set of Robocop. A plan which was foiled through the simple act of Hank's Mannequin Emporium not being open. Ach well. Headed back to EK, ate some dinner, watched Dr Who (excellent episode, btw), and went into town again. Parking spaces like the proverbial gold dust, we drove round for ages. Finally got somewhere, and ended up in the Catty again (two nights in a row - now there's a blast from the past). Another good night, and was good to see all manner of ace people that I've gone simply too long without seeing.
Today's been a boring one, I haven't left the house, indeed all I've done is watch Twin Peaks. I'm only 3 episodes from the end of the series, so that'll be done in the next day or two.
Only 4 days until Donington too, best start burning some CDs for the journey...
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