Friday, June 27, 2003

Regrets, I've had a few

I went to The Crown last night, for a few bevvies. I managed to get quite trolleyed, as I hadn't eaten since that obscure hybrid buttie at ten o'clock. With the pangs of hunger reminding me of this fact as I left the pub, I ambled over the road, for a chicken kebab. Lovely it was. That was until this morning. It was hell, real eye-of-a-needle stuff. I managed that three times before giving up work and coming home at 11 o'clock. I've been sleeping since then. Good way to start the weekend. I think I'm going to stay in tonight, its too bloody dangerous out there!


Thursday, June 26, 2003

Let it snow, let it snow

I'm starting to get pissed off with this dandruff. I woke up this morning and my pillow was like a scene from 'Fargo'. I was looking for the buried money for 20 minutes until I realised where I was. If anyone has any remedies, please e-mail me.

Re. my Ham or Turkey dilemma of earlier: I had an obscure hybrid buttie containing bacon and stilton (I suppose thats nearly ham, so 1-0 to the piggies). I'm still pondering the other burning question.


Has the world changed or have I changed?

So far today, I have been questioning my compatability with the rest of the human race, within the parameters of a consumerable society, and whether to have a ham or a turkey sandwich later.


Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Style over substance

My deepest fears were confirmed today when I received an e-mail with the bowling results. I finished second from bottom, only beating a girl who released the ball three foot from the floor, at which point it rolled towards the pins at the velocity of a snail with a nail through it. I think I'll stick to spectator sports, mind you after half-crippling myself watching the cricket on Saturday I'm not so sure.

I'll be updating at work for a while, so expect more shorter messages, as and when I can. So I'll see you later readers.


Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

Like the Dude, I went bowling today. Ten-pin not crown green. And I discovered what a shower of shite I am at it. Terrible! I might not have knocked over as many pins as anyone else, but I sure as hell sunk more pints. Its a fair pint of Grolsch down there my droogs! Because of the bowling, it was dress-down day (or mufti day as we used to call it in my 19th century school). I was the only one wearing a cool hat, Jesus whatever happened to non-conformity, even on a dress-down day most people try and dress the same as others. And I've certainly quietened down my act since leaving the 'anything goes' bohemia of the Cardiganshire coast. I remember one particularly mild May when me and me mucker Ben Lount (are you out there?) decided upon wearing old sheepskin coats and carried around full-length umbrellas, twirling them around like some band-leader's baton. Happy-days, but no fucker followed our fashion pioneering!

Christ I'm hiccupping! Those Grolsches must've gone down quicker than I thought. Apparently I was the loudest there... good!

I went mad on eBay last night. I discovered they had a 'Foreign and Independant VHS' section. I'm bidding on six vids. There's some good 'uns in there though, like Jean Renoir's 'La Regle du Jeu', which usually tops any poll of French or European flicks. In that foreign film section was a 'Learn Italian' video (ha! Has that got Monica Belucci in?) Also, someone was selling the funny Spanish film 'Jamón Jamón', and had advertised as "JAMON JAMON - PENELOPE CRUZ NAKED". A touch of class I thought, who could refuse?

I had a phone call today: "Hello is that Stephen?", "Yes" I answered perplexed. "I'm outside your house", is this a new politer version of burglary, I thought. "That's nice", I eventually replied. "Why?", I asked, not altogether unreasonably under the circumstances. "To collect your thinkpad, I'm from Securicor... for IBM" he stuttered to my relief. My computer was at home, and I was at work. Anyway, the fog of confusion lifted and it turns out that I will be without my PC from tomorrow onwards. Hopefully I will have it back for my hollybobs, but I'm not putting my house on it.
I'll try and be in touch, but for now I'd better be off, I've got a McFlurry on the deliver so... ta-ra.


I Wanna be Your Blog

Every great journey started with the first step. Even Scott of the Antartic started from a hotel in Cardiff (no wonder he was beaten to the South Pole by those Scandinavians, he was probably hungover from too much Brains SA). His main problem though, was that he walked there. I'm catching a lift on a bandwagon (cheers Mart and Dave G).

Lets set the scene. I haven't heard back from Aberystwyth University regarding the job I applied for three weeks ago. I'm starting to think if I want to move there, I'm going to have to get some donkeys and work on the beach (mind you its an outdoor job, with stunning views, management responsibilities and loyal staff).

It is a bizarre time in my life to want to start a weblog. I don't know how long I have my laptop for, as it has to go back to IBM soon. They had it in to check out a problem with my screen, and three weeks and one hard-drive later I have it back, as good as ... well three weeks before. Cheers!

I am also worried about a habit. I keep falling over. I must have weak ankles or a dodgy balance, or both. The latest falls (and I will keep you up to date on these matters) were in the car park of the Royal Bank of Scotland, and outside the pavilion at Wellington cricket club, the latter fall to much antipodean concern. I have studied the circumstances and frequency of these tumbles and deduced that 90% of my falls occur when I am half-drunk. So I have decided to not move while sober, and when possible get drunk very quickly and stay drunk. This way I shouldn't be half-drunk very much, thus I concluded, I shan't fall over so much.

Anyway I won't go on, because I'll have nowt to say by the end of July, so I'll see you later.