Only a short one tonight as I am off with Chili and her family for a prewedding meal. Lucky me!

I just wanted to pop on here and say that people are getting more stupid. The other day I was wandering about our shopfloor (as opposed to the ceiling I guess) when some guy who was with his girlfriend/mum/sister/carer. She was looking through a catalogue and said “Did I want the pink bag or the black bag?” the guy looked at me and then looked back at her and said… and this made my brain spin… “Ask him, he works here”. I MAY WORK HERE BUT HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW THAT? Words fail me. I think they were possibly from Bridgwater.

There was also someone one of my collegues was serving who got in a huff when she asked about an advert but refused to tell us what i was about! Well done you genius.

Right, I better go get ready. Speak to you all soon!

This whole Come Dine With Me thing is remarkably entertaining. I am just watching Harvey from So Solid crew cooking with Quorn. Brilliant. Maybe he will throw some automatic weapons in there and create a lovely Uzi pie. Meanwhile Tamara Beckwith, well known for being famous for no reason (see also Victoria Hervey, Rebecca Loos and Abi Titmus) is talking shit in her posh accent (whilst being horrifically common) and some guy from G4 (isn’t that a security firm). Oh and Lyndsey de Paul (if you have to ask then don’t bother).

Anywho, I notice that the Yanks are having a little trouble with their computer systems courtesy of the lovely Kim Jong-il and his band of Communist cronies over there in North Korea. It is getting a bit “Command and Conquer Generals” is it not.? Then again how difficult could it be to break into the USA’s computer systems and move things about a bit.? That guy the other week did it with a basic PC whilst sat in his girlfriend’s flat in London. A child could cause mayhem with a WLAN enabled “Etch-a-Sketch”.! But think of all the fun you could have. Get into the order systems for fast food companies and total their order books so no burgers arrive, maybe remove the ability for Dominos to take phone calls too.!

Actually there are so many fun things you could do. Change all the traffic lights to red and then suddenly set them all to green and watch the pile ups.! Divert some planes into skyscrapers… oh never mind, already done.! Ooooh how about getting into Obama’s desktop and delete all his favourites or move his taskbar to one side and make it deeper. Change the tax rate to a thousand percent and it is all good. Watch those hicks uprising. Chaos and anarchy would be exciting.! Hehe.

Right, off to the other side of the room for me.! Byeeeeee.

Welcome to the best blog on the internet on this slightly cool Wednesday evening. This is a historic post you are admiring being the very first blog I have ever created on my phone. Yes I have typed them up whilst sat in a field in the Midlands and then emailed them to my brother for posting but this is the full SP people!! I had lots to tell you after reading the paper earlier but my poor overworked brain has, once again, forgotten it all.!

I have been enjoying the many photos of all the school proms around the area, it has certainly helped me realise the observation that there are a lot of men and women all with the same haircut in the world.! Plus there are some hellishly sized teenagers out there, never mind a limo, a horse box would have been more appropriate.! We sadly never had a school prom due to a bit of a fire a little bit before, as well as the fact that it wasn’t as fashionable back then.

And now follows a little text I wrote whilst in Hobbits the other week. Yes I was drunk and a little sad, sat alone with my dreaming whilst watching other people dancing. So take it away drunk Fluffy Bunny…..

“Allow me to reminisce for a while. I went in Hobbits on Saturday night (see I do plan ahead – FB). It was empty. I was so suprised. Where were the people.? Where were the faces I love to see.? It was like a grave yard. If I concentrated I could feel the ghosts of yesterday milling around me. So many people that I used to enjoy a night out with. I’m guessing I got left behind in the world but it made me sad. I hanker after the way it used to be. There should be dancing, fun, company. I should be shocked at the sheer quantity of people on the dance floor that I know whilst shoving between them to Disturbed.

Now I realise what Spike Milligan said when he wrote the words ‘yesterday leave me’ alone in his memoirs. The sound, smell and visual memory of a place causes such vivid memories that it is like walking a battle field from years past. It is the night club equivalent of standing on Vimy Ridge, remembering the battle, seeing the men, smelling the war around you.

I will go back, I always do, but my happiest moments were spent in a place where no longer stand the people I once loved and still do, where no longer plays quite the same music, where no longer I really belong whether it be my making or the long forgotten feeling of happiness with close friends. And as I type this the sound of Letter To You comes drifting across from the dance floor. Leave me to be.

It sounds like an awful thing to say but my days of being popular are over. I no longer belong. And it pains me to say it. A few classic moments follow if you will indulge me. Dancing with Hitler on Halloween, actually pulling for the first time in a night club. Standing on the chairs with Sexy Dave at the side of the dance floor watching over everyone as they stopped and started to Forest, walking in and saying hi to twenty people before I even got a seat. The feeling of being home.

It’s not the same now. There is no soul. No heart. Maybe I miss out on the good times when everyone else is there and it’s not just full of horrible little seen kids wanting as much beer as they can pour down their throats. It was never like it is now. If I ever win or make enough money I will pay Mark to change it back to how it was. Ok, it wont be quite the same but, but by God it will make a fucking good start.” – end of drunk Bunny bit….

So there you have it folks, meanderings over a nightclub. Silly isn’t it? So I guess I will see you all on Saturday in Hobbits, oh the rich irony of life.

*****LATE NEWS*****

Oooh I have remembered what I was going to rabbit on about…

A certain Mr Bernie Ecclestone has apologised for his comments about “Hitler getting things done, despite his obvious drawbacks” (my wording not his). I have to admit, he isn’t wrong though is he.?

After the First World War (The Great War… which wasn’t that great was it.? The Second World War was much better, like with Austin Powers) Germany was in the doldrums, it’s economy shot to pieces, the morale of the people on the floor, massive unemployment and not much doing. Then along comes a guy who brings everyone together, makes the country one of the most technically advanced on Earth and shows the power of Socialism.

Unfortunately he went the wrong way about it (he murdered enough people just getting to the top let alone the millions he killed later on in death camps or through actual fighting).

But he achieved a hell of a lot of things along the way. The first jet fighter, the air to surface missile, the cruise missile… all military applications but the jet plane certainly has it’s place in society now.! If only he had been more legitimate. Maybe if he had offered to gas the Yanks instead of the Jews the world might be more stable.

Important news first of all this sunny Friday afternoon, Firstbus, for fuck sake sort out bus number 60917, it sounds bloody terrible. Possibly something to do with the compressor, sounds like it, but I cannot be sure as I just have heard it every twenty minutes as it goes back and forth past our side windows. Bloomin’ thing. Quality assured maintenance at it’s best I think.

Outside there are some wonderful colours in this sunset with the clouds picked out in golden pink. Still doesn’t make up for the thunderstorm we have still not had. Dammit. At least it was cooler today though. I only sweated a little bit.

It’s no good. I need to order a chinese now. I am hungry despite the dinner a couple of hours ago.! I am gonna do it.. gonna… order. FOOOOD. Back soon folks.!

Well it has been a busy couple of weeks. With this heat kicking in as well it has made it rather warm and uncomfortable on our little rebinning exercise for the new stuff coming into work.! So what has been going on then…

There was a few celebrity deaths… Molly Sugden, her with the pussy from Are You Being Served, still a classic comedy (much better than the awful “That’s My Boy” she followed it with)… Farah Fawcett-Majors, not someone on the main part of my radar but a well known and well loved actress nonetheless and then of course…

…Jackson of Michael. The loss of such an important man in musical history is something to be mourned at length but perhaps more privately than splashed across the media every sodding morning a la Princess Di or to a slightly lesser extent Jade “Irritating Trash” Goody.

Mr Jackson first appeared in my life when a certain classmate of mine named Richard kept playing “Bad” at junior school in the hall as we got ready for P.E on a Monday (I think) afternoon and used to play “Man In The Mirror” a lot too. I have never been his biggest fan (RE my love of Jarvis Cocker etc, etc) but I have always enjoyed his music. He has almost created a genre for himself without seemingly trying. He will be sorely missed and the music world has lost someone as unique and important as Freddie Mercury, John Lennon or George Harrison.

What else has been going on… oh yes, two guys drown whilst swimming in Weston Bay… sliiiiightly contraversial subject this but something I want to comment on without people taking offence. Two guys, both old enough to know better who have lived here (and worked nearby) to know that Weston is a dangerous place to swim ESPECIALLY when you have been drinking. I know not to go in the water because of the mud and the currents and I also am aware that swimming when you are a bit tanked up is going to put you at risk. Sadly two people are now dead due to their utter lack of common sense but the thing that really got to me was this morning’s Mercury…

There ARE enough signs on the beach warning of mud and bad sea conditions but I don’t believe all the signs in the world could have stopped this tragedy happening (see the guy who was dragged out of the water Sunday early hours whilst shit faced and drowning as well). There needs to be some responsibilty for action… the girl who got knocked over whilst not looking and listening to her iPod the other day faced up to the fact that she acted like an idiot and almost died, well done. She didn’t say that there should be warnings (which sadly there are) all over iPod instructions stating your should not wear one whilst crossing the road BECAUSE YOU MIGHT NOT HEAR A CAR.

See what I mean.? Whether you have ploughed your Saxo/MX-5 off the toll road through utter stupidity and too much speed or if you have let your five year old daughter wander off on her own to die on a beach whilst you fail to keep an eye on her… it is YOUR responsibility… you have control of these situations people. There is no Superted/Batman/Superman to come and save you. If you do something that has a risk in it then so be it, your choice, but it is YOUR choice and no one else is to blame.

On another note, the East Coast Main Line is being reNationalised. Hurrah. but only for a year. Boo. The Government has decided that they aren’t going to be able to squeeze enough cash out of National Express (which is lunacy when you think about it, as GNER were doing a great job and some fat cunt in the Treasury decided that the £1.4 BILLION that NatEx were supposed to pay them was a nice little earner. Now Firstgroup want to get hold of it which is beginning to make the country into a Firstgroup owned railway (apart from the freight sector, oh now THAT is owned by the Germans, well at least they know how to run a railway, usually all trains going east of course).

I know, keep it nationalised and stop it making any irritating shareholders any money and ALL the profits can be ploughed back into the company rather than the back pocket of some wankshaft from Suffolk that drives a 5 series BMW and has a girlfriend who has had so much plastic surgery that her tits and teeth are touching.! And if that is not an option then for goodness sake don’t let Firstgroup anywhere near it. They will fuck it quicker than Russell Brand after a double Viagra dose (and he is an annoying little tosspot too isn’t he).

Well I must away, the pizza is almost here. Bon Voyage.!