Sunday, March 21, 2004
Rant of the day:-
My own foolishness and tendency to achieve advanced states of mental incompetence by the repeated consumption of fermented apple juice.
And of course - people in general.
Song lyric of the day:-
Look at him now
Another used man
Bearing the passing of his dignity with all the courage that he can
He stood in the storm
Carved out in stone
He shouts 'I wore my honesty with pride in eveything that I've done'
(Big Country)
Gibber-time.
Well I think I may be a touch tipsy. Played rugby today and feel like I've been hit by a freight train, tried to aneathsetise it with the mighty apple juice. Foolish. Spinny head, Bad weather, too many scrums, spine making strange clicking noises.
What a week.
Woke up on monday morning with the usual underlying relief that I hadn't wet the bed, its not something that I've ever done, but I'm not getting any younger and the day will come. Was mildly queasy for much of the day on monday - more dry retching than exorcist puke, but still managed to get more work done than when the boss is in.
Don't get me started.
Tool.
Stayed in a really top quality Pub / B&B last monday and tuesday, £15 a night in Strood, which basically plays the same role to Rochester as blackbird leys does to oxford. The room was pretty grim but I've stayed in worse, still not happy though, and my mood soured somewhat more as the evening progressed. Got a bit trollied in Rochester (Biddendens is very nice cider by the way), than moved back to the Pub / B&b for a pint, just to be sociable. Two elderly status quo wannabees (i do hate that expression) were trying to persuade some pissed young bird to star in their 'specialist' film - they'd got a tripod for the camera and everything - while the bird behind the bar was saying things like 'it aent that bad and its a few quid for a few beers'. I went for a pee, and a note in the bog read 'PLEASE DO NOT SPIT IN THE SINKS AS PEAPLE HAVE TO WOSH THERE HANDS' (that isnt my tipsy spelling by the way). To make matters worse, I was then awoken at 4 in the morning by a violent row in the room downstairs, with some bloke shouting yu f***ing useless c***, i'm going to rip off your ******* **** you ******* ****. This went on for about 20 minutes. Gosh I was looking forward to the next night.
Ho hum what an exciting rock and roll lifestyle I lead.
Have decided not too get stressed about my boss being a bit of a 'weapon' any more. Handed him a report yesterday and while i was trying to explain it he had a mincing hissy fit about something I'd missed out. I let him go on for a few minutes then said 'well its actually in paragraph 3.1.2. where you told me to put it', to which he replied 'so why did you let me go on with having a near nervous breakdown' - I said 'well you seemed to be enjoying yourself and I didnt like to interupt'. AND I only felt a little bit guilty about it.
Had just about enough of the blogger to be quite honest (dyu see what i did there eh?). Placement starts on April 12th so I won't have to work for the get for a good six months.
How are we all? life the universe and evreything OK?
Its all a bunch of arse. There is however always the golden brew, the truly amber nectar, the mind easing, heart-attack enducing, vain swelling, intelligence sapping, brain swelling, record breaking -CIDER, with which to ease the cares of a cruel world (even though we have running water, affordable food, medical care and stuff, we still have Jerome).
oh well, time to stop being cynical and pessimistic, am off to bed. Hope I don't have that strange dream about teaching my brother's cat to say "mine's a strongbow" again - very odd.
Love and hugs all, give my regards to the Indian Chicken Cafe
Dan
How does a cat even hold a pint glass? - madness.
Sorry, I've been drinking
My own foolishness and tendency to achieve advanced states of mental incompetence by the repeated consumption of fermented apple juice.
And of course - people in general.
Song lyric of the day:-
Look at him now
Another used man
Bearing the passing of his dignity with all the courage that he can
He stood in the storm
Carved out in stone
He shouts 'I wore my honesty with pride in eveything that I've done'
(Big Country)
Gibber-time.
Well I think I may be a touch tipsy. Played rugby today and feel like I've been hit by a freight train, tried to aneathsetise it with the mighty apple juice. Foolish. Spinny head, Bad weather, too many scrums, spine making strange clicking noises.
What a week.
Woke up on monday morning with the usual underlying relief that I hadn't wet the bed, its not something that I've ever done, but I'm not getting any younger and the day will come. Was mildly queasy for much of the day on monday - more dry retching than exorcist puke, but still managed to get more work done than when the boss is in.
Don't get me started.
Tool.
Stayed in a really top quality Pub / B&B last monday and tuesday, £15 a night in Strood, which basically plays the same role to Rochester as blackbird leys does to oxford. The room was pretty grim but I've stayed in worse, still not happy though, and my mood soured somewhat more as the evening progressed. Got a bit trollied in Rochester (Biddendens is very nice cider by the way), than moved back to the Pub / B&b for a pint, just to be sociable. Two elderly status quo wannabees (i do hate that expression) were trying to persuade some pissed young bird to star in their 'specialist' film - they'd got a tripod for the camera and everything - while the bird behind the bar was saying things like 'it aent that bad and its a few quid for a few beers'. I went for a pee, and a note in the bog read 'PLEASE DO NOT SPIT IN THE SINKS AS PEAPLE HAVE TO WOSH THERE HANDS' (that isnt my tipsy spelling by the way). To make matters worse, I was then awoken at 4 in the morning by a violent row in the room downstairs, with some bloke shouting yu f***ing useless c***, i'm going to rip off your ******* **** you ******* ****. This went on for about 20 minutes. Gosh I was looking forward to the next night.
Ho hum what an exciting rock and roll lifestyle I lead.
Have decided not too get stressed about my boss being a bit of a 'weapon' any more. Handed him a report yesterday and while i was trying to explain it he had a mincing hissy fit about something I'd missed out. I let him go on for a few minutes then said 'well its actually in paragraph 3.1.2. where you told me to put it', to which he replied 'so why did you let me go on with having a near nervous breakdown' - I said 'well you seemed to be enjoying yourself and I didnt like to interupt'. AND I only felt a little bit guilty about it.
Had just about enough of the blogger to be quite honest (dyu see what i did there eh?). Placement starts on April 12th so I won't have to work for the get for a good six months.
How are we all? life the universe and evreything OK?
Its all a bunch of arse. There is however always the golden brew, the truly amber nectar, the mind easing, heart-attack enducing, vain swelling, intelligence sapping, brain swelling, record breaking -CIDER, with which to ease the cares of a cruel world (even though we have running water, affordable food, medical care and stuff, we still have Jerome).
oh well, time to stop being cynical and pessimistic, am off to bed. Hope I don't have that strange dream about teaching my brother's cat to say "mine's a strongbow" again - very odd.
Love and hugs all, give my regards to the Indian Chicken Cafe
Dan
How does a cat even hold a pint glass? - madness.
Sorry, I've been drinking
Friday, March 12, 2004
Dear Dan
Please, please write some more stuff on your blog.
Love from
Your fans
Please, please write some more stuff on your blog.
Love from
Your fans
