Damn email. I wrote my blog for the end of last week on my phone when I was at work and attempted to send it to myself on here so I could happily copy and paste it without pissing around with notes and stuffies like that. HOWEVER… my phone has decided that sending anything over email sounds like a bad idea and has hereby given me notice of strike action between my phone “Nokia N82″ and the Email Union “EMU”. Guffaw.
So from Friday here is what I actually got through before my fingers got tired and I fell off my box…
“Well it’s Friday night. Actually it’s half three in the afternoon because I am typing this on my phone at work. But hopefully by the time I get home it will be about 6pm, time for presents for Chili and then out to town from Beer Friday. Oh yes. It has been a bit of a weird week. Another fun day out with Chili and Tokyo on Sunday with a visit to Cheddar, the pier, the fair and the pub (well we had to at some point).! Wednesday night was basically drinking and then not sleeping until 5.30am and I was back in work at 9am.! Dirty Stop Out, me.! Tuesday and Thursday I popped over and saw Lemony and her bad leg and cheered her up a little…oh and Tuesday shopping in Bristol from something for the weekend, hehe. What fun it has been.
So how are we all.? Still making jokes about being kept in the cellar for 24 years.? Just me then. I am sat listening to Mark and Lard (yes, again) from many years ago. Oh the music. It is SO good. Listening to a tape in Tokyo’s car the other night was a blast from the past. The sounds of Lush’s Ladykillers and Skunk Ananse’s Weak me head back to 1996 and remember how indie I was back then. Terrible hair, too much denim, big ears, like Sean Ryder without the drugs.! I like to think I have come a long way since then.! Then again I am changing the way I am dressing once more. Some may see it as chavvy but it is certainly not the white trainers and tracksuit that adorn the lower limbs of most of the little white folk in my town. I have often wordered where I would have ended up if I hadn’t started wearing baggy trousers and funky tops. My confidence, such as it is, is still a lot lower when I am wearing unfamiliar clothing. I could wallk through the fields of hell wearing Criminal Damage trews and a Cyber Dog top, but in dark blue jeans and a black shirt I still don’t feel comfortable enough to be my “normal” self.
For instance, although I have no need right now, if I was out on the pull tonight then I would be a lot less able to just get talking to someone without caring what they say or think. In baggies in the middle of Hobbits it is far easier, less so than before I admit because of the dreaded refurbishment that changed the club layout and also somehow removed about 80% of the spirit of hte building, but stilll easier. I am not exactly the easiest person on hte eye but I like to think I do hold my own, don’t say it, when it comes to dressing myself up to tempt people closer. Then again do I care that much what people think of the way I look or dress.?
To be honest of course I do, but only people I know. If you had seen me after the two hours sleep I had thanks to two bad influences on Wednesday night, hehe, maybe my normal look is not too bad at all. Being pissed whilst serving on a till is a bit odd though. I had to keep repeating myself because I was slurring my words so badly. What a mess. Ninety minutes to go now, not long I suppose, sat here as I am with my book, Cherry Coke, Jellybabies and Mark and Lard. Just marvellous. Wish I could keep my bloody eyes open though.!!!”
So there you have it. My wordage from Friday pasted to you (or rather typed) four days later.
Since then I have been to Hobbits twice, got drunk three times, had arguements with two close friends and attended a very well laid on birthday party. Lots of fun.
I will have a rant tomorrow night maybe… after I get home.!