Well it is the weekend at the end of the first week (lol) back at work. Actually enjoyed it, having realised I need to hide as far away as possible from the stockroom.!!! Thursday I was all on my own as Manager and was so shattered (but still had energy for a little after work fun, hehe).

Did we all enjoy Friday night. I had a rather amusing time. Was possibly more drunk than I should have been. Sang LostProphets to Seb again, along with Mr Moss, only this time in Brummie accents. Hehe. Oh and on the night out score please boycott the taxi firm that uses (01934) 413413. They are now refusing to pick people up from Hobbits, insisting instead that they are picked up by Dolphin Square on Oxford Street (nice idea if you wish to wander round town and meet a load of chavs).!!! Make sure you use 01934 414141 instead who will pick you up directly outside Hobbits.

I actually managed to get ANOTHER letter in the Mercury…. sadly they didn’t put my damn name on it but it was me.! Plus it was the first letter on the first letters page, the most important… it is called Hubble, Bubble, Toilet Trouble. Yay me.

Saturday night was fun too. Had a good dance to Pendulum but it was sooooo hot and humid inside that I kept the physical effort down to a minimum. Thank you to Jim for the aftershock, it made me slightly squiffy hehe. Usual hugs to everyone. Did sort something out that I have had on my mind when I got home, maybe now my life will return to being complicated and totally fun instead of complicated, fun but with a slightly nagging quality. In Lemony’s words on another subject, “fuck her”. Yeah, fuck her.

A little rant comes next. Madonna. Having problems with her husband (like anyone actually cares about the marriage of a celebrity, get a life all HEAT readers.!!!). So they are going to adopt an African child to see if that helps. Now is that not THE most selfish and pathetic thing ever.? So the child will come over here, then watch as it’s new mother and father spend their time arguing and maybe eventually get divorced.! Maybe if her and Gay Ritchie (I have seen one of his films and it seems to sum up the quality of his career) sat down and had a good talk like normal people would to sort out any problems in their relationship, or indeed just end it and split up, but don’t bring in the uneasy catalyst of an innocent child.!

And off we go into a new week. Early start for me tomorrow…. might make an addition to this blog later.

Byeee… oooh and Chuckie, I told you I would use this title.!