Politics (I know, I hate them too...)

Politics are getting my goat at the moment, politics and backstabbers, but we will leave that to the original post on backstabbers. Oh, and terrorists, please stop cutting peoples fucking heads off... if you must kill hostages, and innocent people, fathers, brothers, sons, at least do it humanely you barbaric animals!

So HRH Princess Anne is in Gibraltar for 3 days and yesterday the Spanish Government complained officially, lodging a formal complaint to Britain. They claim that her visit is insulting to the Spanish people “injuring the sensibilities of the Spanish people.” Today, the Junta de Andalucia (local area politicians) claimed that it is "not very opportune."

So, we can't be independent but we can't celebrate our dependency and ties with Britain, we cannot receive Royal visitors, yet, it would be frowned upon if we denied a Spanish “royal” entrance to Gibraltar... so what exactly can we do?

The way I see it, the question we should ask of the Spanish is not "when would it be opportune, our friendly, fraternal neighbours?" but "what the fuck has it got to do with you, you persistent pains in the rear end?" I don't normally get into the political debate, in fact, I keep as far away from politics as possible, but this has pissed me off.

On national day, I can understand their problem, because when they see the Union Jack, and the Castle and Key flying high, together, in harmony, and the patriotism of the Gibraltarian people they really see what they are missing out on, by being born over the border, by not being Gibraltarian, and how petty they really are. When the red and white balloons go up, and with the light wind, blow over Spain, I can understand why they might get pissed off, when they see that despite all their attempts, we are not down-heartened... but, because some relation to Her Majesty has come to Gibraltar? These politicians really should get a fucking life; there are more worrying things in the world, than some old biddy, visiting a 2.5 square mile rock!

From bad.... to oh so much worse

Age: 21.96438356164383561643835616438356 (shit, i hit .96 today.... )
Mood: Would you believe me if I said I was in a worse mood than yesterday?
Fundage: Still stupidly low, pay still not cleared into the account

So, I went round to my parents house in Spain yesterday after work, to chill in the pool, and have a wind down, after a pain in the arse day at work. Dad invited me, tempting me with one of his curries (prawn, it was delicious.) So I had dinner there, chatted with Mum and Dad, and was beginning to think, all wasn't too bad, maybe things were about to get better... how wrong, so very wrong I was.

I headed back to Gib on the bike, and decided to see H who was working in the pub, to check what time she was finishing. I could tell she was in a foul mood as soon as I walked in there, and she looked like she had been crying. So, being slightly worried, I asked what was wrong, to be informed that her employers had just given her her notice, her last shift is on Monday. The previous barmaid, who moaned and complained constantly about working there, has left her new job, because they wont let her take the time off to go to the world pool championships. So she asked for her old job back at the pub, and without blinking an eyelid they said yes. Now H, who also qualified to go to Bridlington for the Championship to represent Gib cant go, because she is jobless and has no money.... now, forgive me if Im wrong, but, they just took the side of the person who quit, because she hated it there, over the person who filled in, and did them a massive favour in their time of need. They were going to be forced to close the bar a few months back, a week of losses, and H filled in and worked nigh on all the shifts there that week, to keep it open... I am SO pissed about this, you would not believe.

Still, there is a part of me (this adult half of my brain, about to turn 22) that says there are worse things that could happen, and there is always bar work going in Gib, but its not that that hurts, its the backstabbing by people I thought were friends...

Pay day tomorrow, thank GOD!

Age: 21.95890410958904109589041095890411 (Thats getting really close now)
Mood:


Had chest pains in the left side of me, between the 4th and 5th rib, since yesterday afternoon. Got to show my landlord round the flat today, he wants to see it. Im still skint, hopefully the money will clear into my account over tonight, and I can actually get back to normal life tomorrow. I hate not having cash, this sucks, stupid expensive June. That age calculation is depressing me, turning 21 was great, its like the birthday party of the lifetime, i got chucked out of an aeroplane, it was great. 22 however, seems daunting, further way from those great years as a teen, and closer to the crap that is proper adulthood (not that Im not an adult, ive got my own flat, job, getting a car soon etc, but, turning 25 is when you have to be responsible etc, start thinking about the rest of your life)

Oh, and the server in the Isle of Man is down, and I am meant to fix it from here, thats 2003.1687957488118km or 1244.7113828670635 miles for all you imperialists still out there... grrrrrrr

Drunken Antics

Who woulda thunk it? 4-2 is a pretty good way to go through, but there is one point that still REALLY worries me... David bloody James. I panic every time the ball goes anywhere near him, is it me, or is he actually getting worse? Every good piece of play created in the midfield and up front is counterbalanced by a horrific blunder by the defence and James. The second Croatia goal could have easily been avoided, but no, he stood around like a plant, and once again watched the ball go into the back of his net....

Portugal, wont be as forgiving as the other teams we have beaten so far... and I can actually see them putting us out of the tournament.

Meanwhile, I got 15/2 odds on Greece beating France, from bet365.com if anyone else wants a tipple, they are offering the best odds around.

Adios

Football and furball

Age: 21.95342465753424657534256575 (note the repeating pattern)

So, are England gonna go through? Spain bowed out last night, and celebrations in Gibraltar ran through the night. Why you ask? Because Gibraltarians have a thing against the Spanish, so for one night only, most of them became honorary Portuguese :p

Odds are 2:1 for Golden Balls to miss a penalty against Croatia tonight, lets hope he doesnt.


But 3:1 on Rooney getting another yellow and therefore missing the next match. IF England go through.
Dunno which I'd least prefer, Rooney is rather vital at the moment, joint top scorer of the tournament and all, but if Becks misses again, we probably wont go through. Ohh well.

As for the furball, she is getting fatter, eating more solid food now, but is in constant attack mode when awake. She bites and scratches even when you just try to pet her. So some cat training is now taking place.

Pics of her will be up next week when i splash my paycheck out on a digital camera.

Bye for now

New Addition....

... to the family. I received this email at the office the other day, and just couldn't help myself, have a read:

A few weeks ago a friend of ours found a litter of kittens on the side of the road beside their dead mother - she had been run over by a car and consequently appeared rather flat and smelly (I am talking about the cat). Our friend got very upset by their tiny cries and their sad faces and decided to bring them home. She has bottle fed them and they are now house trained and eat solid food. She is giving them away to kind homes – there is one black female and two black/brown ones (male and female). Any takers before the husband drowns them?
Best regards

What was I meant to do? I'm a real softy at heart, so I got back to the guy, who got me the woman's phone number. Anyways, Cleopatra moved in on Tuesday, and shes about 5 weeks old, shes a little black furball at the moment, but shes eating (well drinking milk solution) well, and should be fine with a little bit of TLC.


Photo up as soon as i get a digicam or my film developed.

YEY!

WOOOHOOOO, £30 worth of welding, and the beast passes her MOT at lunch time today... She is now road worthy, so i can toodle off to Spain on her this weekend, and I dont have to be back till Tuesday :)Just need to find somewhere to watch the footy now :)

Sigh...

Time: 12:21pm
Stress Level: Oh high, pretty high, astro-fucking-nomical
Playing:REM - Man on the Moon
Drinking:Bottle of water, someone give me a vodka redbull... and make it a double

Boss and colleague had to go to a remote office today, leaving me to look after the entire office on my own, for today (and not for the first time) I AM I.T. !! Previously, this hasnt been so bad, people are understanding, the give you a bit of a break, let you deal with the issues at your own pace, else, by lunch time, the poor I.T. bloke is so knackered he just feels like dying. Well, guess what, it's lunch time (nearly) and if it had a gun, i think, instead of taking my own life, i would start taking other peoples! I'm writing this, as it is a quite period just now, people must have gone for lunch or something, but lets not go into that, tempting fate at this point wouldn't be such a good idea.
Oh, and as for the mechanical monster in my life, looks like ive got a deal with a small time steel worker, he will sort my exhaust out for a tenner (ish) but I've got to get it off the bike myself. Slip another guy i know another tenner, and 50 quid of repairs is shifted down to 20.... which is so far the only good thing to happen to me today, apart from earlier this morning, i mean way earlier, say between half 12 and 2am ish... but thats a different story ;)

Grepus, and the never ending expense that is my motorcycle

Exhibit A: My Motorbike



Yes, that big yellow thing

Exhibit B: The expense over this month on getting it back on the road

Insurance: £180
Full Service: £40
New Accelerator and clutch cables: £20
New front disk pads: £20
Labour: £35

Exhibit C: The MOT

Cost: £10
Pass? NO!
Fail? NO!

Not so bad you would think? You would be wrong, because its pending, meaning I can't drive it legally, because it's currently "not road worthy" until i get the MOT certificate.
Reason it isn't road worthy: it's "too noisy" The exhaust is a bit loud, so he wants me to replace all the fibre in the muffler... which is a bit too much after a grand total of £305 already spent on the bloody thing this month. Also, ive found a crack between the exhaust and the muffler which i have to get sorted at a welders tomorrow, more expense... am I happy about this, no, do I have money for beer this month, not likely, as its 2 weeks and 3 days till payday, and I'm already near skint!


Grrrrrr

Peeved (PG15, which has an 8pm watershed, not 9)

Warning, some mild language

Mood: Pissed off
Music: Random Rock, currently Nickelback - How you remind me
Drinking: Bottle of water
Eating: Nothing

So why am I peed off you are wondering? because I have just spent the last 40 minutes sorting out my PC at work, because my colleague decided to look into network monitoring tools, found some shitty spyware ridden PC monitoring application, decided to test it by remote installing it onto my machine, forgetting I'm testing XP's service pack 2. Well guess what, SP2 doesnt like your piece of software, not one little bit... I have lost 40 minutes of my life which I will never get back, because of your constant need to fiddle...

For those computer literate and especially fans of BOFH, i have my LART, and I'm going a hunting.... oh yes, a hunting I will go, and I'm going to boink this l-user good.

I can't believe I've wasted my time doing this :p

..all so I can post a comment on another person's blog, who shall remain nameless, you know who you are! But, saying that, I have been contemplating starting one for a long time. A quick bit about me then.

Astrological crap: I'm a cancerian, born on the 8th of July 1982 (all the astrologers out there, you are welcome to leave me a comment about what that means about me. Before you say it means I'm probably a hot headed, short fused boozer, don't bother, I know all that already. For those who haven't noticed from the D.O.B yet, thats right people, birthday time is coming soon, I expect lots of beer, er I mean presents off you all :p Especially he who made me start this, I see a lot of my time being wasted here, I mean, well spent here ;)

Most time spent: Suite 2b Mansion House, 143 Main Street, Gibraltar, working my rear end off as an IT engineer, who also has to change lightbulbs, hang pictures, etc... small companies, lots of benefits, but lots of non job descripted work :/

Home: The Great British Rock of Gibraltar, yes, the place with the monkeys, that little British rock in the sun.