Recently I have been mostly eating KFC.

A little strange for me knowing my hatred of fast food (not junk food, thats different ). But on a Saturday I seem to find it soothing and as I have a bit of a hangover then its nice to eat comforting food.

Last night was totally bizarre. Truly.

Had to call the police again yesterday afternoon. Well, that is to say I use my special direct line to the control room (”Robin, to the Batmobile.!”).. There was a drunk bloke sat outside our shop, shouting and swearing at the passers by including young mothers with their kids, so i got em to send a copper (one I knew actually lol) and he “had a word” hopefully involving a small fall down the steps in Grove Park. All 124 of them.

I need to buy another eyeliner pencil. Other people’s stuff always works better than mine lol. Oh well. It is not a big expense.

At work I have applied for my own job again as well as another in a different store. At least I am now only up against one other person as far as I am aware.

Rambling randomly today. More later in “Late News”

I have just re-appeared after an evening at my godson’s 2nd birthday do. Never have I seen so many Thomas The Tank Engine toys (people who know me may smile a slightly wry grin at that). The occasional Bob the Builder toy broke the blue tank engined monotony, althought it was also enlivened by the occasional bout of bubble blowing and sandwiches liberally littering the floor courtesy of my godson and my mates daughter.

I have also been fed two bottles of Stella, with no food before hand so I am slightly drunk actually. Terrible lightweight. lol.

Keeping it quite short tonight because I am not feeling very communicative. Still looking forward to Friday night. Gonna be dressed to the nines and meeting someone… damn, need more nicnames…. hmmm. Call her Bluey (I can think of better names but none are printable lol)

Moooouse…. Strawberry Mooooouse Mickey Moooouse. I dunno.!

Odd title for today I know but I have my reasons…

As I meandered my way home down Milton Road, there was a hold up. Not, as you might think, some slappers broken stocking in the middle of the road, but a bus at a bus stop causing a jam. Not unusual in Weston, with it’s varied quantities of badly sited bus stops, 5 foot long cycle paths and speed bumps that either remove your spine each time or don’t make any impression on you at all. But you see, this bus wasn’t going any where… again not weird for a place where FirstBus (bastards) run ALL the sodding buses. As we passed said bus, it was evident that there was a very good reason why it was stopped and the driver was looking rather sheepishly around on the pavement. You see, up until the beginning of last week there was just a post with a sign on it. And that was it. But suddenly one of those horrible blue council bus stop sheltery things had been erected and that is where it became a problem.

You see, the people who put up these damn things forget one thing everytime… buses are taller than 3 foot 6 inches high. They put them up and BANG days later they are lying, as the one was earlier, a tangled mess of blue aluminium and an upturned roof in the middle of the pavement. I am guessing no one was injured luckily but something has gone wrong somewhere. The only reason I mention this is because on Friday a bus in town had done exactly the same thing, only that one had glass everywhere and an ambulance parked up rather ominously.

Honestly you wait ages for a shelter to collapse and two turn up at once

Anything else you should know about.? Hmmm… well interesting developments in my usually bizarre love life… I might tell you sometime

Still gotta reapply for my own sodding job. Tempted to wipe my arse on the application form and then mail it to the MD (who I am SURE is a psychotic manic judging by her eyes) and go somewhere else. Watch this space for news of said MD opening her mail and finding faeces everywhere… good job I have self seal envelopes.! Don’t want to have to lick those bad boys.!

Ewwwww.

This is it. My last day of my week long holiday. Sigh. Now I get to go back to work. Joy. A VERY busy week ahead of me and only the thought of ANOTHER weekend ahead to keep me going.

Last night wasn’t too bad, had a bit of a dance although hurting my neck dancing to Drowning Pool on Friday made it more difficult. Plus I still feel a little ill for some reason. Hey ho. Pika was out, and her sister gave me a nice ten minute piss take session about my eye liner and nail varnish… cheers love.

Met someone newish last night, will let you know how that goes of course.

Not much to say today. I must be losing my touch… ooooooh apart from a big hello to my friend Trixy (if you knew where I got that name from then your eyebrows would be off the top of your head.!) and I also managed to get another letter in the paper this week moaning about FirstBus and their delightfully crap bus service (which I have to use every morning this week. Oh what fun). At least the college students are missing so I might get to sit down with out some scary looking girl talking bollocks about her weekend out at 110 decibels into her mobile while still looking as though she hasn’t been home from said night out.

Pizza for tea I feel.!

For the first time ever, I wore eyeliner out last night.

Took me bloody ages to get the damn stuff on as I seem to have a nervous reflex, more than some people, that means my eye goes nuts when I am still about three inches away. Sure I will get used to it though. Practice makes etc etc. I was very pleased with the effect though. Although in bright light I looked like I had eyeliner on but with my dark eyes (I always have dark circles even when I have had about 29 hours sleep in a row), in darker conditions I did look like a Panda.! Loved it though.

Hobbits had no bands but some very iffy music so not much dancing… plus I understand a little thief got in there last night and started nicking phones. If I see anyone stealing stuff tonight then I am gonna pour vodka in their eyes.

Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I have been browsing through Ebay again and found this rather natty SDL top…this one… comments please because I think its lovely (but I have a distinct feeling Keith has one already… we shall be making enquiries on that one).

Just for a change, I have just hoovered my room. Well Dysoned at least. I always forget it is a trade name. But at least I have done it now and I won’t get round to it until December at least, I am sure lol.

I spent some of the morning in the garden watching the bumble bees flitting from flower to flower collecting the late summer nectar. Their little yellow pollen baskets on their back legs full to brusting. It was about then that I formed in my mind how a bee army would work… wasps atthe front as the recon troops, Nazi storm trooper style. honey bees as the infantry, coming in behind to take the land, and then the armour bumble bees taking out the heavy resistance. Maybe Mammoth wasps and Japanese hornets as artillery….

…I have waaaaaay too much free time.

Hobbits tomorrow though. And no bands so woooooooo.!!!

Its odd. I am on holiday and still I am living for the weekend, despite the fact I know that the weekend brings work back to me faster. Oh well. I suppose it is because everyone is at work (ish) and I am a little, well, bored I suppose.

I have been out in the garden trying to take photos of things to finish off my film. The bunny kept moving everytime I pushed the shutter button so I am expecting plenty of blurred rabbit photos unless I get lucky.

Not got too much to rant about today… in fact nowt at all, expect the laughable state of that old slag that left her kids to piss off with some greasy Turkish bloke. Ewwwwww. To be honest when given the choice between her and him, I think I would have had him. Less hairy I am sure. She looked like a right stereotypical, dirty, fag in hand, single mother. Bit like the trainee one on the bus the other day with the HUGE low quality gold creole earrings that complimented the low budget necklace (which disappeared under a huge wodge of neck fat everytime she moved her head, lovely she was).

The meal was fantastic last night by the way. Very tasty. Ate everything in site and almost felt sick lol.

Oh well, almost tea time.

I know I have turned 27 today but to me it doesn’t feel any different from the rest of the year (to acertain extent that includes Christmas thanks to the commercialization of it all). Last Saturday felt like it was my birthday more than today, due to the close friends that I had around me. That isn’t to say that my family don’t make the day special, just that it isn’t quite the same thing. Thinking back to when I was a kid, having birthday parties in the garden (lucky me having my birthday in the summer) or at the bowling alley, or even on the big slides and ball pits of the long gone Mr B’s, it feels so far away now. I know in a way it is, lets face it, the last party I had for a birthday that didn’t involve alcohol in some way was a good decade ago. Makes you a little whistful sometimes though.

As it is a lovely day out it is tradition that I should be called into work reguarding my fate during the “company restructuring”. Whether I will have a job at 4.30 this afternoon remains to be seen. I might be out a lot less over the next few months. To be honest I shall be heading straight for the Press if anything does happen that is ridiculous. If you find yourself queueing for even longer this Christmas then you heard it here first.!

Over to Dixons now, who have ceased to sell 35mm cameras. But why.??? They are faaaar superior to the digital versions quality wise. Yes I know you cant get the images instantly etc etc but compare ANY digital camera with a 35mm one and the digital will be urinated over at every turn.! Madness.

One other thing… that muslim cleric, he has basically said “blow the hell out of the capitalist” and left the country and now says he will be coming back. I for one am hoping he comes back with a big coat on and gets met by the big guns branch of the Dover police force….

Actually two more things… Regarding woman who managed to drive her sports car off the toll-road. Maybe you should have gone to Specsavers and got some glasses. It was a straight bit of road and it is VERY clear you were probably breaking the 20mph speed limit (like those two stupid kids in the Citroen). 4 deaths in ten years.?? Thats nowt.! Two of them were in that boy racer car alone. so thats only 3 fatal accidents. There are far more deaths on the M5 and that is covered in barriers and far more cars use it. For f*ck sake people, start taking responsibility for your actions.! I was watching a TV programme the other night and a white metro just ploughed into the back of a car queue on the motorway because the driver wasn’t looking where he as going. It was his fault, and to be honest if I had been in the car he hit I would have dragged him from his car and done him over with the handle for the jack. He would then have realised his responsibility. Maybe we should do the same to women in sports cars with no eyes.!

Happy birthday to meeeee.

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***LATE NEWS***
Hmmm well I have had my meeting and I have been given a few options… the end result is that sooner or later I have to reapply for my own job or piss off somewhere else. We are losing two members of management and a team leader…. thankfully it isn’t me but it is a devastating thought that we wont all be together by the middle of November. As many arguements that I have with everybody and the bitching that goes on, it comes down to personal feelings and these guys aren’t just my workmates, they are my friends.! I guess we shall wait and see what happens, but I know one thing…

It is going to be terribly quiet at Christmas.

My first day of not being in work for a week and what have I done… gone into work. Only for a moment though to pick up a CD that someone hadn’t remembered to take with them anyway. lol. But as I was in town helping someone find a job (lazy unemployed people, tch, honestly ) I thought I might as well pop in… entire management team were sat in office scoffing sarnies and drinking coke lol. Oh well.

It is a wonderful day out there, though not so great if you are dressed entirely in black and the shade is not forthcoming. I had a huge fry up for breakfast which was probably a bad thing to do but someone talked me into it so I couldnt argue…. too much. Tea tasted awful though, strong as hell with no taste.! “Don’t poke the teabag so hard… I am not a removal man.!”.

And now I am sat comfortably in my little chair wondering why my friend who runs a paper shop is sitting on her ass and doing the puzzles in “Take A Break” instead of serving customers.! Sure she will have a good reason though

As for the scratches on my back… they are still there but they don’t hurt now lol.

Almost tea time though.

Ouch. That’s the last time I let someone buy me drinks… actually that’s a little incorrect… That’s the last time I accept drinks bought for me. Normally I only drink certain things, but I had a couple of “not on my list” ones last night and I am suffering for it now.

Was a nice night to a certain extent. Fun in Dominion, cocktails in H2O, someone throwing up in Phoenix (which almost made me do a copycat thing… oh and while we are on the subject of Phoenix…

Which retard that owns Senioritas (chavvy prick capital of Weston), decided that the best way to get people to the awfully named BS23 dance venue was across the dance floor of Phoenix. Chavs and Goths do not mix well, and having a long line of women in tiny denim skirts with their hair scraped back “Tasha Slapper style” followed by men all wearing Ben Sherman shirts with their knuckles dragging along the ground, traipsing across a small mosh pit seems like an ideal situation to start a lot of fights.

After that heady mix of burberry and criminal damage we moseyed off to Hobbits and listened to the lovely Caffeine Kill. Great stuff it was too, was also pretty late when they finished, but 12.30 still left 90 minutes of dancing… until we realised that there was another sodding band on. As much as I like live bands, I didn’t spend £4 to get in to just sit there and listen, it was too packed to dance anyway because the dance floor is in use and wasn’t the kind of music I could dance too. So I left a lot of disgruntled dancers at about 1.45 and headed home in a taxi.

Oh and thanks to a certain someone who left me scarred with her nails…
Owwww
But she did let me leave with a stupid grin on my face and I can’t work out why.!

Poor head me.!

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***LATE NEWS***
I almost forgot…
Hornet Honey
Claire, that one is for you. The actual thing is as long as my little finger. Ouch.!