Disappointment

I had been looking forward to Friday night. After a crazy week at work the chance to get out and let (whats left of) my hair down loomed large and it should have been a crackin night. But it wasn't and I'm not sure why. All the factors for a good night were there:

The lads? Check. The venues? Check. The availability of alcholic beverages? Check. Money in pocket? Check. But it just didn't click together. I think the main reason for the washout was being incredibily tired. As anyone for knows can tell, the only time i really get in a "mood" is when I'm tired and this week I'd burnt the candle at both ends a bit too much and I could tell. (You know its bad when you're out and you realise you'd prefer to be in bed asleep rather than out looking at the ladies dancing). Also the beverages were having zero affect. Not just from an alcholic content point of view but also the desire to have a drink. Half way thru my 2nd lager I realised I wasn't actualy enjoying it at all and that feeling was compounded when the next pint (the first in the Academy) was rank- I don't think the tap pipes had been cleaned. I couldn't manage more than about a third of it and just left it.

In the end I gave in to the tiredness, tired of fighting it, and left early at about 1:30am. I don't think the others lasted much longer. Rob agrees. It just wasn't right- shame.

a quick tally then for what its worth:
1 pint Carlsberg
1 pint Guinness
1 pint Carling
1/3 pint Rank Carling
4 vodka and coke
3 double vodka and coke
1 pint water (very important)


And a RGIS to boot:
understand and rare:

Holiday!

Wa-hey! I've just booked a holiday. I'm going to Prague. With the missus. In September. And get this, it only cost £30 for the flights! thats including the taxes and charges! The flights themselves only cost about £2 there and £6 back. How crazy is that?? Not that I'm going to complain, now to sort out some accomodation....


How excited am I?

Cat Sitting

This week I am cat sitting. My good friend and nieghbour KC is lucky enough to have gone on holiday and I am looking after the cat. Well, I say looking after, she's not at my house or anything but I am going around to KC's and feeding and watering her, and giving her a bit of fuss to boot. Regis, or Reg for short, should have recognised me from a year or so ago but I think she ws a bit cagey to begin with.

In fact on Monday, Day 1, I didn't even see her, presumably she was sculking in the wardrobe like she has done in the past. On Tuesday she was mooching about but a bit weary, letting me give her a bit of a stroke before wandering off. Then yesterday, Day 3, she was right there around the bowls, chomping down the Whiskas so soon as the bowl hit the ground and enjoying a bit of a fuss. Today, she was much more concerned with trying to get out; mewing at the door and rubbing herself up against anything there was, its understandable, she usually goes out quite a lot and has been cooped up for 4 days. I had to coax her onto the window ledge and run off out the door so she couldn't get out.

i must say, I'm quite enjoying it, looking after a cat, ok so it only takes about 5 minutes a day but its still quite a responsibility. So far, so good- But what will happen tomorrow??
This is Reg. All together now- Awwwww!

The Random Google Image Search (RGIS)

The Rules

Simple. Simply type in two totally random words into a Google Image Search. (preferably heard on the TV or Radio to improve its randomness). Then choose your picture from the first page of results. If there are no results found you must change your second word. Thats it.

Examples:
Chimney and Street


Mist and Next


1400 and walls


More coming soon...

Happy Flying Ant Day!

Yesterday was Flying Ant Day. As is customary, may I wish everybody a 'Happy Flying Ant Day'.

What is Flying Ant Day you ask? Well, it's that special day of the year when suddenly there are flying ants everywhere; the day they all swarm up from their underground lairs and take to the skies. Ants don't usually have wings but after a particuarly hot spell of weather it means those that have been growing them come out into the heat to fly off to start a new colony (or something like that).

I know it was Flying Ant Day because I went to my parents house yesterday and in their garden they have a large patio which is very nice. Looking out of the lounge window I saw flying ants, millions of them, surging up from under the patio slabs. Now there are usually ants here on Flying Ant Day, but yesterday there were millions and millions, no exaggeration! It was quite disgusting actually, cos when we were in the garden the air was teeming with them, getting stuck on clothes and in hair and everything. So, its was up to dad, the alpha male, to fight against them and use the ultimate enemy of the flying ant: the kettle. 3 boiling water loads later, and there were still a lot of ants arounds but not as many as before.

Funny BBC article about Scottish Flying Ants from last year - here.

More about ants.


Bloody flying ants.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

Bad pun aside. today I bit the bullet and got a hair cut. It has been 7 months since my last one. My hair had got a bit long and it needed doing. Problem is that I'd got used to long hair and quite liked it despite the impracticalities. But i was more than happy to get it tidied up. I originally was going to go to a new place that opened a couple of weeks ago and was offering 50% off for new clients. Great! i thought, so i rang them up only to find out that all the staff were holiday for a week so it wasn't open! How does that work then? Open for 2 weeks and they close down for a week? Hmmm. Still it meant going to the one I went to last time which I have know quarms about.
So the lady set about cutting it and got it into some sort of order I liked. But then she kept going and before I knew it my hair was a helluva lot shorter than i wanted. Its bad enough trying to get used to the new do when its how you want it so I'm kinda getting paranoid about it. Hoping it will grow on me.
And also, before i forget, the place charged me £3 extra cos my hair was past the ears! Extortionate!

The drinks tally and random picture!

Ok, this weekend involved 2 nights drinking. Bob gives a good account of the frovolities of Friday night here, although I left the Academy and went home, not ending up at a random house in Stechford. Ok, so the tally:
3 pints Budvar
1 pint Carlsberg
1 vodka and Red alert
Numerous pints of Carling
I also managed to bag a free T-shirt, a Magic Numbers poster, a Kaiser Chiefs poster, a bottle opener and 2 badges. Sweet.

And as for Saturday night more frivolity occured at the Thai karaoke place I've mentioned before. It was a meal with the missus and her "crowd", some of whom I've never met. So how do I make the best impression? Get nicely bladdered and sing my lungs out until I'm so tired I stomp my feet and demand to be taken home in a sulk. My rendition "Mack the Knife" was particuarly memorable. And I must mention the fact that in the bar beforehand we saw a woam nfall into the canal, it was very funny and a man jumped in to "save" her and looked about as bad as she did.( in fact this is as good a time to mention that despite this blog turning more and more into a "drunken weekends" blog you should drink responsibly, theres nothing worse than people who think getting trollied all the time is fun. I only mention it because I like a good story.) Despite that, heres the tally:
2 pints of foreign lager
1 bottle of Corona
numerous glasses of white wine.

plus a random picture:
google image search on: Friendship Soup.

More Phone Misery

Over the course of the weekend i noticed a couple more predictive things:
"I'LL" is "H'LL"
"SO" is "PM"
Stoopid.

'And' not 'Cod'

This phone has rubbish predictive text. That is a fact.

Ok, I'm gonna have a gripe. I use my mobile phone quite a lot, even though I've got a land line, I tend to use my mobile even when at home. The reason? I text more than I ring. Its took me a few years to realise the benefits of texting, I was always one of the you-might-as-well-talk-and-get-everything-said-in-one-go brigade but then i realised I could keep in touch with people but not have to be bothered to talk to them!

So whats my gripe? Is it that stoopid kids not are growing up unable to spell bcuz thy r txtn n sA gr8 n l8r n lol instead of actually writing?? No, although the more i think about it, Yes. My original gripe is about my phone and how ridiculous the predictive text is. Becasue I H8 that kiddie text language I always write things out properly, so predictive text SHOULD be the prefect answer. Its not, not on my phone, because my phone has decided that any words I want to use won't come out instead it'll say something stupid. For example: And, a common word, a word I use alot, possibily more than any other. Does my phone come up with 'and'? No, its comes up with 'Cod'. COD!! When do I ever want to use 'cod' in a sentence unless putting my order in down the chip shop? Not very often. So what happens? I either send off a message that makes no sense making me look like a right fool or a have to press a load of buttons to make it say 'and'. What a hassle! No wonder kids are saying 'sod it' and typing something else. I've come up with a short list of other words where the same thing happens:

AND is COD
THE is TIE
HOME is GOOD
IF is IE
HE is IE
SEE is PED
ME is OF
BAR is BBQ

And so on and so on. These are only the ones I can remember. I might put others on as I find them. ARRGGGHH!!

the last few days

I haven't posted for the last few days. As many are aware the events of the last few days have been surreal. I'm not going to sit here and blog about what happened, I dare say you know that already and if you don't then the BBC can tell you more. But theres a part of me that needs to simply tell people about whats in my head. Its only now, three days later that I've been able to sit down and try to comprehend and put the events into some sort of perspective.

Even now, i've just flicked through all three 24 hour news channels that i've got thru my Freeview box and all of them are still providing the latest coverage regarding the event. Life seems to have temporarily put on hold but also things seems to have been dealt with and life is moving on following the events. Its a strange position, the type that follows any major incident of this nature i guess, on one hand theres the wanting to know what happened, finding the answers to the questions but then also a certain amount of getting on with things and continuing to get on with life.

It was a normal day, i dont usually write about work but I've got to here. in the office we have BBC news 24 on and saw that there were reports of a blast at Liverpool St. nothing really alarming, I even rang our London office to pass on the info in case it was going to affect the train services!! Little did we know what was really happening and as time went on the true horrors evolved. It meant that not only was I aware of it as it happened but i was actually having to deal with it because thats my job, I couldn't just turn myself off, it was constant. I ended up having to work a 13 hour shift, could have been worse i know, but thru the day i was just running on adrenaline and when i got home i just wanted to turn off, clear my mind. i didnt want to think about the roads and trains and how commuters were going to get home or the advice people who meant to be going to London were getting. yet alone the fact that i know a lot of people who live in London. As far as I'm aware theyre ok.

And only the day before everyone had been celebrating the fact London had won the Olympics for 2012. what a difference a day makes as they say.

I've done it again!

Oh God I've gone and done it again! I say that I'm going to blog more and more and then I go a week without doing any. The reasons? Ok, so I've been a bit busy but its no excuse, More blogging from here on in.
This week, lots happening, firstly Live 8, saw the concerts on the big screens at Cannon Hill Park, it was a really good day, me and the missus and Mrs V went for a picnic including tip tops, Pringles, posh tomoto bread and dip and lots of beer. Me and the missus drank 11 cans in just a few short hours. Sweet. And we were hungover from the night before which was spent boogie-ing down the Academy.

This bloke was hammered but got the crowd going

I really enjoyed Live 8. I know some people have knocked it, but when is some thing like that going to happen again? I tried to get tickets but lost out, so the big screens in the park was the next best thing i guess. And it was for a good cause, I've got 2 'Make Poverty History' wristbands, one off-white one from glasto and the regular White Band. I've also got a band on this site (look up).
Sunday saw a big run in the park with the rest of the team (minus DB no surprises), a good strong run as had by nearly all and I was felling really good about my chances of not only finishing the GNR but doing it in a decent time. Problem is now tho that my leg REALLY hurts. It started aching Sunday night so I decided to take Monday off from the gym but went to Tueday. The planned 5 mile run was stopped after only 2.5, I simply couldn't run, it wasn't so much painful as my leg just wouldn't bend like it should. So I've also taken today off from the gym, I don't want to do any real proper damage to any muscles or ligaments. It's got a bit better today, so hopefully I'll wake up in the morning and it will all feel normal again and I'll attempt and easy run to get back into the swing of things.
Also on Sunday I made my mum cry simply by my general appearence. Which was nice. Ok, so I haven't shaved in the past couple of weeks, (oh yes the beard is back- but for how long?) and the hair is quite big at the mo. Still, to be able to trigger tears on sight is still quite an achievement.
Today was exciting, I went shopping in Sainsbury's (a rare treat) and dusted and hoovered the flat. Rock'n'roll.